19 May, 1775; = Elizabeth Clarke Manning adm. gr. to his wid. 19 Apr. 1808; | b. 6 Sept. 1780; died in Surinam. | died 31 July, 1849. | +-----------------+-----------------+------------------+ | | | Elizabeth Manning | Maria Louisa born 7 March, 1802; | b. 9 Jan'y, 1808; died 1 Jan'y, 1883. | lost in the steamer | Henry Clay, burned | on the Hudson River | 27 July, 1852. | +NATHANIEL+ b. 4 July, 1804; = Sophia, dau. of Doc. Nathl. Peabody, d. at Plymouth, N. H. of Salem; b. 21 Sept. 1809; mar. in 19 May, 1864. Boston July, 1842. Buried at Concord, Mass. 23 May, 1864. He changed his surname to Hawthorne. The founders of the American branch were men of independent character, proud, active, energetic, capable of extreme sternness and endowed with passionate natures, no doubt. But they were men of affairs; they touched the world on the practical side, and, even during the decline of the family fortunes, continued to do so. All at once, in the personality of the younger Nathaniel Hawthorne, this energy which persisted in them reversed its direction, and found a new outlet through the channel of literary expression. We must suppose that he included among his own characteristics all those of his predecessors; their innate force, their endurance, their capacity for impassioned feeling; but in him these elements were fused by a finer prevailing quality, and held in firm balance by his rare temperament. This must be borne in mind, if we would understand the conjunction of opposite traits in him. It was one of his principles to guard against being run away with by his imagination, and to cultivate in practical affairs what he called "a morose common sense." There has been attributed to him by some of those who knew him a certain good-humored gruffness, which might be explained as a heritage from the self-assertive vitality of his ancestors. While at Liverpool he wrote to one of his intimates in this country, and in doing so made reference to another acquaintance as a "wretch," to be away from whom made exile endurable. The letter passed into the hands of the acquaintance thus stigmatized long after Hawthorne was in his grave; but he declared himself to be in no wise disturbed by it, because he knew that the remark was not meant seriously, being only one of the occasional explosions of a "sea-dog" forcefulness, which had come into the writer's blood from his skipper forefathers. Hawthorne had, in fact, parted on friendly terms from the gentleman of whom he thus wrote. On