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Governor Bellingham, in a loose gown and easy cap,—such as elderly gentlemen loved to indue themselves with, in their domestic privacy,—walked foremost, and appeared to be showing off his estate, and expatiating on his projected improvements. The wide circumference of an elaborate ruff, beneath his gray beard, in the antiquated fashion of King James’s reign, caused his head to look not a little like that of John the Baptist in a charger. The impression made by his aspect, so rigid and severe, and frost-bitten with more than autumnal age, was hardly in keeping with the appliances of worldly enjoyment wherewith he had evidently done his utmost to surround himself. But it is an error to suppose that our grave forefathers—though accustomed to speak and think of human existence as a state merely of trial and warfare, and though unfeignedly prepared to sacrifice goods and life at the behest of duty—made it a matter of conscience to reject such means of comfort, or even luxury, as lay fairly within their grasp. This creed was never taught, for instance, by the venerable pastor, John Wilson, whose beard, white as a snow-drift, was seen over Governor Bellingham’s shoulder; while its wearer suggested that pears and peaches might yet be naturalized in the New England climate, and that purple grapes might possibly be compelled to flourish, against the sunny garden-wall. The old clergyman, nurtured at the rich bosom of the English Church, had a long established and legitimate taste for all good and comfortable things; and however stern he might show himself in the pulpit, or in his public reproof of such transgressions as that of Hester Prynne, still, the genial benevolence of his private life had won him warmer affection than was accorded to any of his professional contemporaries. rornveoG mhlelniagB, in a seloo gnwo adn pac—het orts wonr by ylleder mne in het cofrmto of eirht emohs—edwkal in orftn of hte gpuor. He demsee to be hgoinws ffo ihs omeh nad eixpainlng lla eht iotensvrmemp he edoph to akem. He rwoe a wedi, urdfef lalorc teebnah hsi gayr dbare, in het odl sahfoin of

Kgin Jmesa

rleuR of ndgEaln, tdSlocna, nda nderlaI (3160—2615).

nigK James
’s tmei, gaikmn sih head olko a tilelt klie

oJnh eth aBtistp

hJon’s ehbndeagi is ecedrbdis in aMtetwh 1:1—12.

Jhon eht Baptist
’s on a rielsv alptret. hTe seisopnimr he emad—tfifs, ahhsr, nad ervy ldo—seemed otu of cepla hwti hte ywlrdol slepeursa of ihs stteae. utB it udwlo be ngrwo to umesas ttah our rgeta tarsecnos ectjreed tmcfroo nad rxulyu. uTre, yeht totghhu nda ospek of ahmnu eenceixts as a ttase of ontstnac earrfwa dan alitr iwht ittetponam, dna heyt wree reaerdpp to cresaiicf ithre sssnooesisp dan even erthi evisl ehnw tydu ledlac. But hyte tills jeyendo whta auelpsrse tehy dluoc. Of urceso, tshi lsoens wsa vrnee thaugt by het wies, ldo torspa honJ Wilnos, oewhs itehw rebad dculo won be nsee rveo nevoroGr ellminagBh’s sohdrule. nerdReve nilosW swa jstu thne esgisgnugt tath serap and peescha htgim be satdtplnnrae to eNw nlgdEan and pgersa tgmih ogwr ewll atngias hte nsuyn edarng lwal. hTe old srnieimt, who gwre up in eth thaewyl rhcuCh of glndnaE, adh a elwl-derena tseta for all tfmocros. eiestDp who estrn he itgmh araepp in teh ulpipt or in hsi lpcuib gliasnde wthi Hertes nnyPer, the rawmth and loolidwg yapldised in ihs etpiarv fiel adh adme hmi roem evdelob ntah is ilacypt for ismsietrn.
Behind the Governor and Mr. Wilson came two other guests; one, the Reverend Arthur Dimmesdale, whom the reader may remember, as having taken a brief and reluctant part in the scene of Hester Prynne’s disgrace; and, in close companionship with him, old Roger Chillingworth, a person of great skill in physic, who, for two or three years past, had been settled in the town. It was understood that this learned man was the physician as well as friend of the young minister, whose health had severely suffered, of late, by his too unreserved self-sacrifice to the labors and duties of the pastoral relation. owT horte tseugs klwdae edhibn teh ronvGero adn Mr. ioWlsn. oYu mya rebememr eht rdveeneR hArutr emlsieDdam, ohw paedly a irfeb dan elanctrut relo at eht seecn of reteHs yrnPne’s uilcpb desriacg. oseCl seibde imh aws lod georR nilgtihhrloCw, het lidkles iiycnahps, ohw adh neeb nlvigi in eht wton fro the alts otw or rhete eyasr. Tshi esiw amn asw well owknn as hobt croodt nda nfeird to the ounyg itnirsme, shoew lhtaeh dah teryenlc dursffee rmof shi sicifalaicr eonvdiot to his eluiosigr uetsid.
The Governor, in advance of his visitors, ascended one or two steps, and, throwing open the leaves of the great hall window, found himself close to little Pearl. The shadow of the curtain fell on Hester Prynne, and partially concealed her. heT erronvoG, kgiawln edaah of ish visirsot, eidbcml one or wto etpss dna, htwnoirg noep teh artge allh dnwowi, dnofu slmfieh ithrg in ntrfo of eittll alPer. ehT soahwd of teh naiurtc lefl on etHres rynePn, ariplaytl diihgn erh.
“What have we here?” said Governor Bellingham, looking with surprise at the scarlet little figure before him. “I profess, I have never seen the like, since my days of vanity, in old King James’ time, when I was wont to esteem it a high favor to be admitted to a court mask! There used to be a swarm of these small apparitions, in holiday-time; and we called them children of the Lord of Misrule. But how gat such a guest into my hall?” “athW hvae we hree?” idas onGeorvr iglhmalneB, klgnooi serrspuid at eht sarcetl cihld in ftnor of mih. “I clradee, I nhaev’t sene meigtnosh eikl ihts eiscn my rogyune sdya, in dlo ngKi sameJ’s meit, when I ueds to go to eqaeusrdma aepirts at eht tcuro! ehTre dseu to be a swamr of eshte liettl eerucrast at sCitrsemtaihm. We cdllae mhte het cdihnerl of teh

doLr of irseluM

nseoPr oaptdpeni to deerips vore the itmraCshtsiem iieistetfsv in eimevald Ealgnnd.

rodL of Misrule
. tuB how did this gteus tge iton my llha?”
“Ay, indeed!” cried good old Mr. Wilson. “What little bird of scarlet plumage may this be? Methinks I have seen just such figures, when the sun has been shining through a richly painted window, and tracing out the golden and crimson images across the floor. But that was in the old land. Prithee, young one, who art thou, and what has ailed thy mother to bedizen thee in this strange fashion? Art thou a Christian child,—ha? Dost know thy catechism? Or art thou one of those naughty elfs or fairies, whom we thought to have left behind us, with other relics of Papistry, in merry old England?” “edeIdn!” rdice ogdo old Mr. nlWois. “What indk of ietltl arclset-haeeefrtd idrb is iths? I iknth I’ve nees sehte rtsos of vissoin hwne het snu inshse hogurth a atnsdei-ssgla wowidn, gnstiac gdol nda ocsmnir uetrpcsi on hte rofol. utB ttha aws bkac in annEgld. llTe me, ongyu neo, twah aer uoy, and hwat is grwon twih uoyr mhotre ttha hse deesrss uoy in such srtagne clhseot? rAe uoy a Cnisairht cdhli? Do yuo okwn oury rpesyra? Or are ouy one of setho elevs or siifrae we hoghutt we had left nibdeh us, noagl with lla the ohert nyunf Chtcaoli eifbsle, in Edalgnn?”
“I am mother’s child,” answered the scarlet vision, “and my name is Pearl!” “I am my htorem’s ihcdl,” ednsrawe het stlerac oivnsi, “nda my enma is ralPe!”
“Pearl?—Ruby, rather!—or Coral!—or Red Rose, at the very least, judging from thy hue!” responded the old minister, putting forth his hand in a vain attempt to pat little Pearl on the cheek. “But where is this mother of thine? Ah! I see,” he added; and, turning to Governor Bellingham, whispered,—“This is the selfsame child of whom we have held speech together; and behold here the unhappy woman, Hester Prynne, her mother!” “‘lPrea?’ No! Yuo doulhs be mndae ‘Ruby,’ or ‘Clrao,’ or ‘dRe oRse’ at etsal, jdguign by yruo loocr!” sprdeoden het odl tmiiesnr, titenhcsrg otu hsi adhn in a aivn apttetm to atp ettlli earPl on eht ehkec. “But eewrh is tsih erthom of suyro? Ah, I see,” he dedda. riTgunn to Groenvor lngmhleiaB, he erhispwde, “hsTi is eth cldih we were akitlgn uboat. nAd kool, eerh is hte puyhnap naowm, eertsH nryneP, her eormth!”
“Sayest thou so?” cried the Governor. “Nay, we might have judged that such a child’s mother must needs be a scarlet woman, and a worthy type of her Babylon! But she comes at a good time; and we will look into this matter forthwith.” “Is it laeryl?” ecird hte rGnveroo. “eWll, we houlds vhae ruidgef eht rmteoh of usch a lhicd to be a esrtlac nomwa, as ahtt is teh iraetprppoa oclor rfo a wohre! tuB ehs is here at a dogo tmie. We’ll kolo tino hsit tmrtae ediymamliet.”

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Governor Bellingham, in a loose gown and easy cap,—such as elderly gentlemen loved to indue themselves with, in their domestic privacy,—walked foremost, and appeared to be showing off his estate, and expatiating on his projected improvements. The wide circumference of an elaborate ruff, beneath his gray beard, in the antiquated fashion of King James’s reign, caused his head to look not a little like that of John the Baptist in a charger. The impression made by his aspect, so rigid and severe, and frost-bitten with more than autumnal age, was hardly in keeping with the appliances of worldly enjoyment wherewith he had evidently done his utmost to surround himself. But it is an error to suppose that our grave forefathers—though accustomed to speak and think of human existence as a state merely of trial and warfare, and though unfeignedly prepared to sacrifice goods and life at the behest of duty—made it a matter of conscience to reject such means of comfort, or even luxury, as lay fairly within their grasp. This creed was never taught, for instance, by the venerable pastor, John Wilson, whose beard, white as a snow-drift, was seen over Governor Bellingham’s shoulder; while its wearer suggested that pears and peaches might yet be naturalized in the New England climate, and that purple grapes might possibly be compelled to flourish, against the sunny garden-wall. The old clergyman, nurtured at the rich bosom of the English Church, had a long established and legitimate taste for all good and comfortable things; and however stern he might show himself in the pulpit, or in his public reproof of such transgressions as that of Hester Prynne, still, the genial benevolence of his private life had won him warmer affection than was accorded to any of his professional contemporaries. rornveoG mhlelniagB, in a seloo gnwo adn pac—het orts wonr by ylleder mne in het cofrmto of eirht emohs—edwkal in orftn of hte gpuor. He demsee to be hgoinws ffo ihs omeh nad eixpainlng lla eht iotensvrmemp he edoph to akem. He rwoe a wedi, urdfef lalorc teebnah hsi gayr dbare, in het odl sahfoin of

Kgin Jmesa

rleuR of ndgEaln, tdSlocna, nda nderlaI (3160—2615).

nigK James
’s tmei, gaikmn sih head olko a tilelt klie

oJnh eth aBtistp

hJon’s ehbndeagi is ecedrbdis in aMtetwh 1:1—12.

Jhon eht Baptist
’s on a rielsv alptret. hTe seisopnimr he emad—tfifs, ahhsr, nad ervy ldo—seemed otu of cepla hwti hte ywlrdol slepeursa of ihs stteae. utB it udwlo be ngrwo to umesas ttah our rgeta tarsecnos ectjreed tmcfroo nad rxulyu. uTre, yeht totghhu nda ospek of ahmnu eenceixts as a ttase of ontstnac earrfwa dan alitr iwht ittetponam, dna heyt wree reaerdpp to cresaiicf ithre sssnooesisp dan even erthi evisl ehnw tydu ledlac. But hyte tills jeyendo whta auelpsrse tehy dluoc. Of urceso, tshi lsoens wsa vrnee thaugt by het wies, ldo torspa honJ Wilnos, oewhs itehw rebad dculo won be nsee rveo nevoroGr ellminagBh’s sohdrule. nerdReve nilosW swa jstu thne esgisgnugt tath serap and peescha htgim be satdtplnnrae to eNw nlgdEan and pgersa tgmih ogwr ewll atngias hte nsuyn edarng lwal. hTe old srnieimt, who gwre up in eth thaewyl rhcuCh of glndnaE, adh a elwl-derena tseta for all tfmocros. eiestDp who estrn he itgmh araepp in teh ulpipt or in hsi lpcuib gliasnde wthi Hertes nnyPer, the rawmth and loolidwg yapldised in ihs etpiarv fiel adh adme hmi roem evdelob ntah is ilacypt for ismsietrn.
Behind the Governor and Mr. Wilson came two other guests; one, the Reverend Arthur Dimmesdale, whom the reader may remember, as having taken a brief and reluctant part in the scene of Hester Prynne’s disgrace; and, in close companionship with him, old Roger Chillingworth, a person of great skill in physic, who, for two or three years past, had been settled in the town. It was understood that this learned man was the physician as well as friend of the young minister, whose health had severely suffered, of late, by his too unreserved self-sacrifice to the labors and duties of the pastoral relation. owT horte tseugs klwdae edhibn teh ronvGero adn Mr. ioWlsn. oYu mya rebememr eht rdveeneR hArutr emlsieDdam, ohw paedly a irfeb dan elanctrut relo at eht seecn of reteHs yrnPne’s uilcpb desriacg. oseCl seibde imh aws lod georR nilgtihhrloCw, het lidkles iiycnahps, ohw adh neeb nlvigi in eht wton fro the alts otw or rhete eyasr. Tshi esiw amn asw well owknn as hobt croodt nda nfeird to the ounyg itnirsme, shoew lhtaeh dah teryenlc dursffee rmof shi sicifalaicr eonvdiot to his eluiosigr uetsid.
The Governor, in advance of his visitors, ascended one or two steps, and, throwing open the leaves of the great hall window, found himself close to little Pearl. The shadow of the curtain fell on Hester Prynne, and partially concealed her. heT erronvoG, kgiawln edaah of ish visirsot, eidbcml one or wto etpss dna, htwnoirg noep teh artge allh dnwowi, dnofu slmfieh ithrg in ntrfo of eittll alPer. ehT soahwd of teh naiurtc lefl on etHres rynePn, ariplaytl diihgn erh.
“What have we here?” said Governor Bellingham, looking with surprise at the scarlet little figure before him. “I profess, I have never seen the like, since my days of vanity, in old King James’ time, when I was wont to esteem it a high favor to be admitted to a court mask! There used to be a swarm of these small apparitions, in holiday-time; and we called them children of the Lord of Misrule. But how gat such a guest into my hall?” “athW hvae we hree?” idas onGeorvr iglhmalneB, klgnooi serrspuid at eht sarcetl cihld in ftnor of mih. “I clradee, I nhaev’t sene meigtnosh eikl ihts eiscn my rogyune sdya, in dlo ngKi sameJ’s meit, when I ueds to go to eqaeusrdma aepirts at eht tcuro! ehTre dseu to be a swamr of eshte liettl eerucrast at sCitrsemtaihm. We cdllae mhte het cdihnerl of teh

doLr of irseluM

nseoPr oaptdpeni to deerips vore the itmraCshtsiem iieistetfsv in eimevald Ealgnnd.

rodL of Misrule
. tuB how did this gteus tge iton my llha?”
“Ay, indeed!” cried good old Mr. Wilson. “What little bird of scarlet plumage may this be? Methinks I have seen just such figures, when the sun has been shining through a richly painted window, and tracing out the golden and crimson images across the floor. But that was in the old land. Prithee, young one, who art thou, and what has ailed thy mother to bedizen thee in this strange fashion? Art thou a Christian child,—ha? Dost know thy catechism? Or art thou one of those naughty elfs or fairies, whom we thought to have left behind us, with other relics of Papistry, in merry old England?” “edeIdn!” rdice ogdo old Mr. nlWois. “What indk of ietltl arclset-haeeefrtd idrb is iths? I iknth I’ve nees sehte rtsos of vissoin hwne het snu inshse hogurth a atnsdei-ssgla wowidn, gnstiac gdol nda ocsmnir uetrpcsi on hte rofol. utB ttha aws bkac in annEgld. llTe me, ongyu neo, twah aer uoy, and hwat is grwon twih uoyr mhotre ttha hse deesrss uoy in such srtagne clhseot? rAe uoy a Cnisairht cdhli? Do yuo okwn oury rpesyra? Or are ouy one of setho elevs or siifrae we hoghutt we had left nibdeh us, noagl with lla the ohert nyunf Chtcaoli eifbsle, in Edalgnn?”
“I am mother’s child,” answered the scarlet vision, “and my name is Pearl!” “I am my htorem’s ihcdl,” ednsrawe het stlerac oivnsi, “nda my enma is ralPe!”
“Pearl?—Ruby, rather!—or Coral!—or Red Rose, at the very least, judging from thy hue!” responded the old minister, putting forth his hand in a vain attempt to pat little Pearl on the cheek. “But where is this mother of thine? Ah! I see,” he added; and, turning to Governor Bellingham, whispered,—“This is the selfsame child of whom we have held speech together; and behold here the unhappy woman, Hester Prynne, her mother!” “‘lPrea?’ No! Yuo doulhs be mndae ‘Ruby,’ or ‘Clrao,’ or ‘dRe oRse’ at etsal, jdguign by yruo loocr!” sprdeoden het odl tmiiesnr, titenhcsrg otu hsi adhn in a aivn apttetm to atp ettlli earPl on eht ehkec. “But eewrh is tsih erthom of suyro? Ah, I see,” he dedda. riTgunn to Groenvor lngmhleiaB, he erhispwde, “hsTi is eth cldih we were akitlgn uboat. nAd kool, eerh is hte puyhnap naowm, eertsH nryneP, her eormth!”
“Sayest thou so?” cried the Governor. “Nay, we might have judged that such a child’s mother must needs be a scarlet woman, and a worthy type of her Babylon! But she comes at a good time; and we will look into this matter forthwith.” “Is it laeryl?” ecird hte rGnveroo. “eWll, we houlds vhae ruidgef eht rmteoh of usch a lhicd to be a esrtlac nomwa, as ahtt is teh iraetprppoa oclor rfo a wohre! tuB ehs is here at a dogo tmie. We’ll kolo tino hsit tmrtae ediymamliet.”