Doctor Grimshawe's Secret — a RomanceHawthorne, Nathaniel
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Doctor Grimshawe's Secret — a Romance
Hawthorne, Nathaniel
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Musing upon this mysterious circumstance, and how it should have
happened in so orderly a country as England, so tamed and subjected to
civilization,--an incident to happen in an English park which seemed
better suited to the Indian-haunted forests of the wilder parts of his
own land,--and how no researches which the Warden had instituted had
served in the smallest degree to develop the mystery,--he clambered over
the hedge, and followed the footpath. It plunged into dells, and emerged
from them, led through scenes which seemed those of old romances, and
at last, by these devious ways, began to approach the old house, which,
with its many gray gables, put on a new aspect from this point of view.
Redclyffe admired its venerableness anew; the ivy that overran parts of
it; the marks of age; and wondered at the firmness of the institutions
which, through all the changes that come to man, could have kept this
house the home of one lineal race for so many centuries; so many, that
the absence of his own branch from it seemed but a temporary visit to
foreign parts, from which he was now returned, to be again at home, by
the old hearthstone.
“But what do I mean to do?” said he to himself, stopping short, and
still looking at the old house. “Am I ready to give up all the actual
life before me for the sake of taking up with what I feel to be a less
developed state of human life? Would it not be better for me to depart
now, to turn my back on this flattering prospect? I am not fit to be
here,--I, so strongly susceptible of a newer, more stirring life than
these men lead; I, who feel that, whatever the thought and cultivation
of England may be, my own countrymen have gone forward a long, long
march beyond them, not intellectually, but in a way that gives them a
further start. If I come back hither, with the purpose to make myself
an Englishman, especially an Englishman of rank and hereditary
estate,--then for me America has been discovered in vain, and the great
spirit that has been breathed into us is in vain; and I am false to it
all!”
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