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THE

ATLANTIC MONTHLY.


A MAGAZINE OF

_Literature, Science, Art, and Politics_.


VOLUME XVII.

[Illustration]

BOSTON:

TICKNOR AND FIELDS,

124 TREMONT STREET.


LONDON: TRUeBNER AND COMPANY.

1866.

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1866,
by TICKNOR AND FIELDS,
in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the District of
Massachusetts.


UNIVERSITY PRESS:
ELECTROTYPED BY WELCH, BIGELOW, & CO.,
CAMBRIDGE.




CONTENTS.

                                                                     Page
Amazonian Picnic, An                _Mrs. Agassiz_                    313


Bad Symptoms                        _Edward Spenser_                  768

Beauty and the Beast                _Bayard Taylor_                    13

Booth, Edwin                        _E. C. Stedman_                   585


Chimney-Corner for 1866, The.
  I., II., III., IV., V., VI.       _Mrs. H. B. Stowe_      88, 214, 345,
                                                            490, 577, 737

Court-Cards                         _Charles J. Sprague_              178

Communication with the Pacific      _C. C. Coffin_                    333


Doctor Johns. XII., XIII., XIV., XV., XVI., XVII.
                                    _Donald G. Mitchell_         69, 204,
                                                      323, 466, 552, 707


English Opinion on the American War _W. M. Rossetti_                  129


Fenian "Idea," The                 _Frances Power Cobbe_              572

Freedman's Story, The. I., II      _William Parker_              152, 276


Griffith Gaunt: or, Jealousy.
  II., III., IV., V., VI., VII.    _Charles Reade_         100, 221, 365,
                                                            507, 596, 751

Gypsies, The Origin of the         _G. W. Hosmer_                     167


Harmonists, The            _Author of "Life in the Iron-Mills"_       529

High Tide of December, The _Author of "Life in the Iron-Mills"_        47

In the Hemlocks                     _John Burroughs_                  672


Kingdom Coming, The                 _Gail Hamilton_                    81


Landscape Painter, A                _Henry W. James_                  182

Late Insurrection in Jamaica, The   _G. Reynolds_                     480

Last Days of Walter Savage Landor.
  I., II., III.                     _Kate Field_            385, 540, 684

Lucy's Letters                      _Anne M. Brewster_                 64


Madam Waldoborough's Carriage      _J. T. Trowbridge_                 407

Mephistophelean                    _Charles J. Sprague_               632

Monuments, Question of             _W. D. Howells_                    646


Nantucket                          _F. Sheldon_                       296


Passages from Hawthorne's Note-Books.
  I., II., III., IV., V., VI.                  1, 170, 257, 422, 565, 725

Pioneer Editor, A                                                     743

Poor Chloe                         _Mrs. L. M. Child_                 352

President and Congress, The        _E. P. Whipple_                    500


Quicksands                         _Mrs. C. A. Hopkinson_             657


Ramble through the Market, A       _B. W. Ball_                       268

Reconstructionists, Three Months
  Among the                        _Sidney Andrews_                   237


Sainte-Beuve                       _John Foster Kirk_                 432

Snow-Walkers, The                  _John Burroughs_                   302

Struggle for Shelter, A            _Caroline P. Hawes_                456


Tied to a Rope                     _Charles J. Sprague_               721


Were they Crickets?                                                   397

What will it cost us?              _E. H. Derby_                      621

Wilderness, The                    _J. T. Trowbridge_                  39


POETRY.

Abraham Davenport                           _John C. Whittier_        539
Among the Laurels                           _Mrs. Akers_              594

Bells of Lynn, The                          _H. W. Longfellow_         47

Castles in the Air                          _W. C. Bryant_             11

Dead Ship of Harpswell, The                 _John G. Whittier_        705
De Spiridione Episcopo                      _C. G. Leland_            454

Giotto's Tower                              _H. W. Longfellow_        724

In the Sea                                  _Hiram Rich_              344

Killed at the Ford                          _H. W. Longfellow_        479

Mountain, The                               _E. G. Stedman_           734
Mr. Hosea Biglow's Speech in March Meeting  _James Russell Lowell_    635
My Annual                                   _O. W. Holmes_            395

Old Man's Idyl, An                          _Richard Realf_           266

Riviera di Ponente                          _J. F. Clarke_            202

Snow                                        _T. B. Aldrich_           364

To Hersa                                                              311
To-morrow                                   _H. W. Longfellow_        552
Two Pictures                                _John G. Whittier_        149

Wind the Clock                              _Hiram Rich_               80


REVIEWS AND LITERARY NOTICES.

Andrews's South since the War                                         778
A Noble Life                                                          650
Bigelow's Address on the Limits of Education                          251
Bowles's Across the Continent                                         524
Brownson's American Republic                                          523
Clark's Mind in Nature                                                649
Croquet, Manuals of                                                   772
Doolittle's Social Life of the Chinese                                779
Foote's War of the Rebellion                                          653
Hans Brinker, or The Silver Skates                                    779
Herman; or, Young Knighthood                                          246
Hittell's Resources of California                                     522
Holcombe's Literature in Letters                                      650
Jean Ingelow's Songs of Seven                                         122
Lecky's Rise and Influence of the Spirit of Rationalism in Europe     248
Life and Letters of Frederick W. Robertson                            119
Life of Michael Angelo                                                124
Life and Times of Sir Joshua Reynolds                                 525
McGilchrist's Richard Cobden                                          253
Meta Lander's Esperance                                               525
Perry's Human Hair                                                    255
Piatt's Poems                                                         653
Savage's History of the Boston Watch and Police                       122
Sarmiento's Vida de Abran. Lincoln                                    252
Smiles's Lives of Boulton and Watt                                    384
Taylor's Story of Kennett                                             775
Towle's History of Henry the Fifth                                    651
Tuckerman's Criterion                                                 651
White's Poetry of the Civil War                                       724
Whittier's Snow-Bound                                                 383
Winifred Bertram                                                      384
Works of Edmund Burke, The                                            122

RECENT AMERICAN PUBLICATIONS                                125, 256, 655




THE ATLANTIC MONTHLY.

_A Magazine of Literature, Science, Art, and Politics._

VOL. XVII.--JANUARY, 1866.--NO. XCIX.

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1865, by TICKNOR AND
FIELDS, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of
Massachusetts.




PASSAGES FROM HAWTHORNE'S NOTE-BOOKS.


I.

     [Mr. Hawthorne's note-books, comprising several volumes of
     closely written memoranda, were found in his study after his
     decease. Extracts from these interesting pages will from
     time to time be printed in this magazine, just as he left
     them. They are the records of his every-day life, and as
     such will be welcome to all who appreciate his genius and
     love his memory.]

Salem, _June 15, 1835._--A walk down to the Juniper. The shore of the
coves strewn with bunches of sea-weed, driven in by recent winds.
Eel-grass, rolled and bundled up, and entangled with it,--large marine
vegetables, of an olive color, with round, slender, snake-like stalks,
four or five feet long, and nearly two feet broad: these are the herbage
of the deep sea. Shoals of fishes, at a little distance from the shore,
discernible by their fins out of water. Among the heaps of sea-weed
there were sometimes small pieces of painted wood, bark, and other
driftage. On the shore, with pebbles of granite, there were round or
oval pieces of brick, which the waves had rolled about, till they
resembled a natural mineral. Huge stones tossed about, in every variety
of confusion, some shagged all over with sea-weed, others only partly
covered, others bare. The old ten-gun battery, at the outer angle of the
Juniper, very verdant, and besprinkled with white-weed, clover, and
buttercups. The juniper-trees are very aged and decayed and moss-grown.
The grass about the hospital is rank, being trodden, probably, by nobody
but myself. There is a representation of a vessel under sail, cut with a
penknife, on the corner of the house.

Returning by the almshouse, I stopped a good while to look at the
pigs,--a great herd,--who seemed to be just finishing their suppers.
They certainly are types of unmitigated sensuality,--some standing in
the trough, in the midst of their own and others' victuals,--some
thrusting their noses deep into the food,--some rubbing their backs
against a post,--some huddled together between sleeping and waking,
breathing hard,--all wallowing about; a great boar swaggering round, and
a big sow waddling along with her huge paunch. Notwithstanding the
unspeakable defilement with which these strange sensualists spice all
their food, they seem to have a quick and delicate sense of smell. What
ridiculous-looking animals! Swift himself could not have imagined
anything nastier than what they practise by the mere impulse of natural
genius. Yet the Shakers keep their pigs very clean, and with great
advantage. The legion of devils in the herd of swine,--what a scene it
must have been!

Sunday evening, going by the jail, the setting sun kindled up the
windows most cheerfully; as if there were a bright, comfortable light
within its darksome stone wall.

       *       *       *       *       *

_June 18._--A walk in North Salem in the decline of yesterday
afternoon,--beautiful weather, bright, sunny, with a western or
northwestern wind just cool enough, and a slight superfluity of heat.
The verdure, both of trees and grass, is now in its prime, the leaves
elastic, all life. The grass-fields are plenteously bestrewn with
white-weed, large spaces looking as white as a sheet of snow, at a
distance, yet with an indescribably warmer tinge than snow,--living
white, intermixed with living green. The hills and hollows beyond the
Cold Spring copiously shaded, principally with oaks of good growth, and
some walnut-trees, with the rich sun brightening in the midst of the
open spaces, and mellowing and fading into the shade,--and single trees,
with their cool spot of shade in the waste of sun: quite a picture of
beauty, gently picturesque. The surface of the land is so varied, with
woodland mingled, that the eye cannot reach far away, except now and
then in vistas perhaps across the river, showing houses, or a church and
surrounding village, in Upper Beverly. In one of the sunny bits of
pasture, walled irregularly in with oak-shade, I saw a gray mare
feeding, and, as I drew near, a colt sprang up from amid the grass,--a
very small colt. He looked me in the face, and I tried to startle him,
so as to make him gallop; but he stretched his long legs, one after
another, walked quietly to his mother, and began to suck,--just wetting
his lips, not being very hungry. Then he rubbed his head, alternately,
with each hind leg. He was a graceful little beast.

I bathed in the cove, overhung with maples and walnuts, the water cool
and thrilling. At a distance it sparkled bright and blue in the breeze
and sun. There were jelly-fish swimming about, and several left to melt
away on the shore. On the shore, sprouting amongst the sand and gravel,
I found samphire, growing somewhat like asparagus. It is an excellent
salad at this season, salt, yet with an herb-like vivacity, and very
tender. I strolled slowly through the pastures, watching my long shadow
making grave, fantastic gestures in the sun. It is a pretty sight to see
the sunshine brightening the entrance of a road which shortly becomes
deeply overshadowed by trees on both sides. At the Cold Spring, three
little girls, from six to nine, were seated on the stones in which the
fountain is set, and paddling in the water. It was a pretty picture, and
would have been prettier, if they had shown bare little legs, instead of
pantalets. Very large trees overhung them, and the sun was so nearly
gone down that a pleasant gloom made the spot sombre, in contrast with
these light and laughing little figures. On perceiving me, they rose up,
tittering among themselves. It seemed that there was a sort of playful
malice in those who first saw me; for they allowed the other to keep on
paddling, without warning her of my approach. I passed along, and heard
them come chattering behind.

       *       *       *       *       *

_June 22._--I rode to Boston in the afternoon with Mr. Proctor. It was a
coolish day, with clouds and intermitting sunshine, and a pretty fresh
breeze. We stopped about an hour at the Maverick House, in the sprouting
branch of the city, at East Boston,--a stylish house, with doors painted
in imitation of oak; a large bar; bells ringing; the bar-keeper calls
out, when a bell rings, "Number --"; then a waiter replies, "Number --
answered"; and scampers up stairs. A ticket is given by the hostler, on
taking the horse and chaise, which is returned to the bar-keeper when
the chaise is wanted. The landlord was fashionably dressed, with the
whitest of linen, neatly plaited, and as courteous as a Lord
Chamberlain. Visitors from Boston thronging the house,--some standing at
the bar, watching the process of preparing tumblers of punch,--others
sitting at the windows of different parlors,--some with faces flushed,
puffing cigars. The bill of fare for the day was stuck up beside the
bar. Opposite this principal hotel there was another, called "The
Mechanics," which seemed to be equally thronged. I suspect that the
company were about on a par in each; for at the Maverick House, though
well dressed, they seemed to be merely Sunday gentlemen,--mostly young
fellows,--clerks in dry-goods stores being the aristocracy of them. One,
very fashionable in appearance, with a handsome cane, happened to stop
by me and lift up his foot, and I noticed that the sole of his boot
(which was exquisitely polished) was all worn out. I apprehend that some
such minor deficiencies might have been detected in the general
showiness of most of them. There were girls, too, but not pretty ones,
nor, on the whole, such good imitations of gentility as the young men.
There were as many people as are usually collected at a muster, or on
similar occasions, lounging about, without any apparent enjoyment; but
the observation of this may serve me to make a sketch of the mode of
spending the Sabbath by the majority of unmarried, young, middling-class
people, near a great town. Most of the people had smart canes and
bosom-pins.

Crossing the ferry into Boston, we went to the City Tavern, where the
bar-room presented a Sabbath scene of repose,--stage-folk lounging in
chairs, half asleep, smoking cigars, generally with clean linen and
other niceties of apparel, to mark the day. The doors and blinds of an
oyster and refreshment shop across the street were closed, but I saw
people enter it. There were two owls in a back court, visible through a
window of the bar-room,--speckled-gray, with dark-blue eyes,--the
queerest-looking birds that exist,--so solemn and wise,--dozing away the
day, much like the rest of the people, only that they looked wiser than
any others. Their hooked beaks looked like hooked noses. A dull scene
this. A stranger, here and there, poring over a newspaper. Many of the
stage-folk sitting in chairs on the pavement, in front of the door.

We went to the top of the hill which formed part of Gardiner Greene's
estate, and which is now in the process of levelling, and pretty much
taken away, except the highest point, and a narrow path to ascend to it.
It gives an admirable view of the city, being almost as high as the
steeples and the dome of the State House, and overlooking the whole mass
of brick buildings and slated roofs, with glimpses of streets far below.
It was really a pity to take it down. I noticed the stump of a very
large elm, recently