Doctor Grimshawe's Secret — a RomanceHawthorne, Nathaniel
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Doctor Grimshawe's Secret — a Romance
Hawthorne, Nathaniel
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Not unfrequently he here met the white-bearded palmer in whose chamber
he had found himself, as if conveyed thither by enchantment, when he
first came to the Hospital. The old man was not by any means of
the garrulous order; and yet he seemed full of thoughts, full of
reminiscences, and not disinclined to the company of Redclyffe. In fact,
the latter sometimes flattered himself that a tendency for his society
was one of the motives that brought him to the garden; though the amount
of their intercourse, after all, was not so great as to warrant the
idea of any settled purpose in so doing. Nevertheless, they talked
considerably; and Redclyffe could easily see that the old man had
been an extensive traveller, and had perhaps occupied situations far
different from his present one, and had perhaps been a struggler
in troubled waters before he was drifted into the retirement where
Redclyffe found him. He was fond of talking about the unsuspected
relationship that must now be existing between many families in England
and unknown consanguinity in the new world, where, perhaps, really the
main stock of the family tree was now existing, and with a new spirit
and life, which the representative growth here in England had lost by
too long continuance in one air and one mode of life. For history and
observation proved that all people--and the English people by no means
less than others--needed to be transplanted, or somehow renewed, every
few generations; so that, according to this ancient philosopher’s
theory, it would be good for the whole people of England now, if
it could at once be transported to America, where its fatness, its
sleepiness, its too great beefiness, its preponderant animal character,
would be rectified by a different air and soil; and equally good, on the
other hand, for the whole American people to be transplanted back to the
original island, where their nervousness might be weighted with heavier
influences, where their little women might grow bigger, where their
thin, dry men might get a burden of flesh and good stomachs, where their
children might, with the air, draw in a reverence for age, forms, and
usage.
Redclyffe listened with complacency to these speculations, smiling at
the thought of such an exodus as would take place, and the reciprocal
dissatisfaction which would probably be the result. But he had greater
pleasure in drawing out some of the old gentleman’s legendary lore, some
of which, whether true or not, was very curious. [Endnote: 2.]
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