The Life and Genius of Nathaniel HawthorneStearns, Frank Preston
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The Life and Genius of Nathaniel Hawthorne
Stearns, Frank Preston
Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864; Novelists, American -- 19th century -- Biography
The name itself is somewhat satirical, for Hawthorne did not find the
life at Brook Farm very blithesome, and in the story, with the exception
of the sylvan masquerade, there is much more rue than heart’s-ease, as
commonly happens in his stories. The tale ends tragically, and without
the gleam of distant happiness which lights up the last scenes of
“The Scarlet Letter.” It commences with a severe April snowstorm, an
unfavorable omen; the same in which Hawthorne set out to join the West
Roxbury community.
And yet the name is not without a serious meaning--a stern, sad moral
significance. The earth is not naturally beautiful, for rank Nature ever
runs to an excess. It is only beautiful when man controls and remodels
it; but what man makes physically, he can unmake spiritually. We pass
by a handsome estate, a grand arcade of elms over its avenue, spacious
lawns, an elegant mansion, a luxurious flower-garden; but we are
informed that happiness does not dwell there, that its owner is a
misanthropic person, whose nature has been perverted by the selfishness
of luxury; that there are no pleasant parties on the lawn, no happy
wooing in that garden, no marriage festivals in those halls; and those
possessions, which might have proved a blessing to generations yet
unborn, are no better than a curse and a whited sepulchre. How many such
instances could be named.
It may have occurred to Hawthorne, that, if George Ripley, instead of
following after a will-o’-the-wisp notion, which could only lead him
into a bog, had used the means at his disposal to cultivate Brook
Farm in a rational manner, and had made it a hospitable rendezvous for
intellectual and progressive people,--an oasis of culture amid the
wide waste of commercialism,--the place might well have been called
Blithedale, and Mr. Ripley would have inaugurated a movement as rare as
it was beneficial. It was only at a city like Boston, whose suburbs were
pleasant and easily accessible, that such a plan could be carried out;
and it was only a man of Mr. Ripley’s scholarship and intellectual
acumen who could have drawn together the requisite elements for it. It
looks as if he missed an opportunity.
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