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Unitarians, and Dr. Channing their pa- pretty. ... Mr. Martineau . . . has a tron saint. I like to talk with him : he kind of apostolic dignity about him. ... can really converse. He goes to the Con. But the full dress of gentlemen now resulate a good deal, for he evidently loves quiring a white muslin cravat and tie, Mr. Hawthorne dearly. I wish my hus- they all looked ministerial to me, except band could always have visitors so agree the United States Consul, who will hold able. The other day a woman went to on to black satin, let the etiquette be him about a case in Chancery. Mr. what it

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He does not choose to do Hawthorne thought she was crazy ; and as the Romans do while in Rome. At I believe all people are who have a suit least, he is not yet broken in. I supin Chancery.

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was by far the handsomest person preA few weeks after the date of the last sent, and might have been taken for the letter, a visit was paid to the Brights at king of them all. The chandelier that their family home, and my mother thus poured floods of light down on the heads writes of it:

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the more light there is, the better he Rock PARK, February 16, 1854. looks always. The dinner was exceedI returned yesterday from a visit to ingly elegant, and the service as beautiSandhays, the domain of Mr. Bright. ful as silver, finest porcelain, and crystal Mr. Bright has been urging all winter could make it. And one of the attend. that we should go and dine and stay all ants, the coachman, diverted me very night, and I have refused, till last week much by the air with which he carried Mrs. Bright wrote a cordial note and off his black satin breeches, white silk invited Mr. Hawthorne and Una and me long hose, scarlet vest buttoned up with to go and meet Mr. and Mrs. James Mar- gold, and the antique-cut coat embroitineau, and stay two nights. It seemed dered with silver. Not the autocrat of not possible to refuse without being un- all the Russias feels grander than these civil, though I did not like to leave Ju- livery servants. The butler, who is lian and baby so long. Mr. Hawthorne, really above the livery servants in posihowever, intended to stay but one night, tion, looked meek in his black suit and and the next morning would come home white vest and cravat, though he had a and see Julian and Rose, and take Ju- right to look down on the varlet in sınalllian to spend the day at the Consulate clothes. This last, however, was much with him; and we left King, that excel- the most imposing in figure, and fair lent butler, in the house. It was really round red cheeks, and splendid shining safe enough; only, you know, mothers black hair. Dear me, what is man! have, perhaps, unfounded alarms. We At the sound of a bell, when the dessert took a carriage at the Pier-head (Una and was put upon the table, the children I), and drove to the Consulate, where came in. They never dine with mamma we took up Mr. Hawthorne and Mr.

.. and all troop in at desHenry Bright. We arrived at about sert, looking so pretty, in full dress, six o'clock, and Una and I had to dress thin white muslin or tulle, with short for dinner after our arrival. It was a sleeves and low necks, and long streamparty of twelve. . Mrs. H. is a fash- ing sashes. I found the next day that it ionable lady, who resides in London in was just the same when there was no season, and out of season at Norris great party at dinner. Little S. looked Green. She was dressed in crimson funny in his white vest and muslin cravelvet, with pearls and diamonds, and vat, – like a picture of the old régime.

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golden threads into our talk. Ellen plies to an appeal from her father for a Martineau played Mendelssohn's Songs portrait of herself :without Words. Mrs. H. laid regular “I never dreamed of putting myself siege to Mr. Hawthorne, resolved to into a picture, because I am not handtease him into consent to go to her ball. some enough. . . . But I will endeavor Just imagine him in the clutches of a that

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have Mr. Hawthorne and Roselady of fashion! But he always behaves bud, some time or other. Mr. Hawso superbly under the most trying cir- thorne looks supremely handsome here; cumstances that I was exceedingly proud handsomer than anybody I see. Every of him while I pitied him. . . . Finally other face looks coarse, compared ; and she could not tell whether he would ac- his air and bearing are far superior to cept or not, and said she would leave those of any Englishman I have seen. the matter to me, with confidence that I The English say that they should supwould prevail. . . . Just after luncheon pose he were an Englishman — till he on Tuesday, Mrs. Bright's brother came speaks. This is a high compliment from to tell her that the Great Britain had the English. They look at him as much come, and she would not believe it, be- as they can, covertly; as much as they cause her husband had not telegraphed can without being uncivil and staring her about it, . . . that largest ship in as if they wanted to assure themselves the world, belonging to Mr. Bright. It that he really were so wondrous handhad come back from Australia.

some. He does not observe this ; but This family is very charming. Mrs. it is nuts to me, and I observe it. The Bright is the lady of ladies; her chil- lofty, sumptuous apartments become him dren are all clever (in English sense), very much. I always thought he was and one son a prodigy. . . . They are born for a palace, and he shows that he all good as well as clever; well educated,

was. accomplished, and most entirely united. I have disregarded a strict chronoloIt is all peace and love and happiness gical order in these letters in order to there, and I cannot discover where the bring together the scattered references shadow is, — health, wealth, cultivation, to the Bright family. I now take up and all the Christian graces and virtues. the narrative in my mother's letters. A I cannot see the trail of the serpent few weeks after our arrival in Liverpool, anywhere in that Paradise. Mrs. the confinement of city life led to a reBright and I had some nice little talks. moval across the Mersey to Rock Ferry. She told me elaborately how she ad- “ We have at last found a house," my mired and loved Mr. Hawthorne's books; mother writes to her father, “which we how she had found expressed in them shall take for a year, at least. It is a what she had found nowhere else; with great stone house, fashioned in castelwhat rapture one of her sisters read, lated style, with grounds in perfect orre-read, and read again the Wonder der, and surrounded by thick hedges. Book ; . . . how Mrs. H. thought him The rent first asked was £200 ; but they peerless, and so on. There is not the will take £160. It made a great deal least extravagance about Mrs. Bright, but of difference when the lady found it was remarkable sobriety; and so what she the United States Consul who wanted the said had double force.

house, instead of Mr. Nobody, so much Your loving child, SOPHIA. influence has any rank and title in dear

old England. As for Mr. Hawthorne, The pride which my mother took in the author, the lady did not seem to my father, and which appears in all her know about him. My husband wishes accounts of him, is shown when she re- to escape from too constant invitations

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to dinner in Liverpool, and by living claim. The Scarlet Letter seems to have here will always have a good excuse for placed him on a pinnacle of fame and refusing, when there is really no reason love here. . . . It will give you pleasure, or rhyme in accepting; for the last I think, to hear that Mr. Cecil read a steamer leaves Liverpool at ten in the volume of The Scarlet Letter the other evening. And I shall have a fair cause day which was one of the thirty-fifth for keeping out of all company I do not thousand of one publisher. Is it pot very much covet. I have no particular provoking that the author should not fancy for Liverpool society, except the have even one penny a volume ?... He Rathbones and Brights. Mr. Hawthorne is perpetually at the Consulate, and atwas obliged, the other day, to bury an tends to everything from ten to half American captain who died at his board- past four. It is a terrible loss to us, as ing - house. My husband paid for his you may conceive. His time is much funeral out of his private purse ; though frittered by visits. His own office is I believe he expects some brother cap- within the clerk's office, and they do tains will subscribe a part of the amount. not let any one disturb him that they Mr. Hawthorne was the whole funeral, can help, but visits of ceremony they and in one of those plumed carriages he cannot prevent. . . . The head clerk is followed the friendless captain. I am highly delighted when he is the bearer not very brisk. My husband is always of a good heap of gold. He delivers to well.”

Mr. Hawthorne in the morning the reRock PARK, Sept. 29, 1853. ceipts of the day before, and the old I wish you could be undeceived about man's face shines with a ruddy beneva the income of this Consulate. Mr. Haw- lence when he lays down a good day's inthorne now knows actually everything come. I have been to the office. It is in about it. . . . He goes from us at nine, Brunswick Street, in a great white stone and we do not see him again till five!!! building, - a very unlovely part of the I only wish we could be pelted within town. The Consul's sanctum is a gloomy an inch of our lives with a hailstorm room with two windows. Nothing worth of sovereigns, so as to satisfy every one's looking at can be seen out of it, and most gorgeous hopes ; but I am afraid there is nothing worth seeing inside of we shall have but a gentle shower, af- it, except my husband, and that gentleter all. . . . I am sorry I have had the man Mr. Hawthorne cannot see. So expectation of so much, because I am I think he cannot enjoy himself much rather disappointed to be so circum- there. In the middle of the day he scribed. With my husband's present walks out, and sees strange sights in constant devotion to the duties of his Liverpool. office, he could no more write a sylla- Sept. 30th. I was interrupted by the ble than he could build a cathedral. ... arrival of Mr. Hawthorne and Mr. Tick. He never writes by candle-light. ... Mr. nor from Chester. They had a fine exCrittendon tells Mr. Hawthorne that cursion, and were so occupied in exam. he thinks he may save five thousand ining Old Chester that no time was left dollars a year by economy. He himself, for Eaton Hall. Julian is quite well toliving in a very quiet manner, not go- day, and has been parading round the ing into society, has spent four thousand garden this morning, blowing a trumpet dollars a year. He thinks we must spend which papa brought him from Chester, more. People will not let Mr. Hawthorne and dragging after him a portentous alone, as they have Mr. Crittendon, be- wooden cannon which would not help cause they feel as if they had a right to gain the smallest battle. It is actuto him, and he cannot well forego their ally a sunny day!... A very great joy it is to Rosebud to see the lovely little Dufferin's urgent invitation to him to go English robins come to pick up crumbs. to his seat of Clandeboye in Ireland, four They excite a peculiar love. They have or five hours from Liverpool. Mr. Hawgreat faith in man, and come close to thorne declined, and then came another the window without fear. They have note. The first was quite formal, but told the linnets and thrushes of our hos- this begins, “My dear Mr. Hawthorne, pitality, and the linnets actually come, ... Mrs. Norton [his aunt, the Honorable though with dread and trembling, and Mrs. Norton) hopes ... that you will althey carry off the largest crumbs for low her to have the pleasure of receiving their families and neighbors. The Eng- you at her house in Chesterfield Street; lish robin is very dear. ..

and I trust you will always remember Mr. Ticknor has been to see De Quin- that I shall esteem it an honor to be alcey, and says he is a noble old man and lowed to receive you here whenever you eloquent, and wins hearts in personal may be disposed to pay this country a intercourse. His three daughters, Mar- visit. Believe me, my dear Mr. Hawgaret, Florence, and Emily, are also very thorne, yours very truly, DUFFERIN.” attractive and cultivated, and they are Now have I not given you a fine feast all most impatient to see my husband. of homage? “Flummery," my husband ... From London an American traveler calls it. writes to Mr. Hawthorne, “ A great day

December 8th. I spent with Sir William Hamilton, and Yesterday, who should come to see me two blessed evenings with De Quincey but Mr. James Martineau (the brother and his daughters. In De Quincey's of Harriet Martineau] and his wife. house yours is the only portrait. They I have the greatest admiration for him

I spoke of you with the greatest enthusi- as a divine, and I do not know what asm, and I was loved for even having I expected to see in the outward man. seen you. Sir William Hamilton has But I was well pleased with his aspect read you with admiration, and says your as I found it. He is not tall, and he is House of the Seven Gables is more pow- pale, though not thin, with the most pererful in description than The Scarlet fectly simple manners and beautiful exLetter.” Did I tell you once of an Eng- pression. It seemed as if he had always lish lady who went to the Consulate to been my brother ; as if I could find in see Mr. Hawthorne, and introduced her- him counselor, friend, saint, and sage ; self as a literary sister? She had never and I have no doubt it is so, so potent been in Liverpool before, and desired is the aroma of character, without a word him to show her the lions, and he ac- or sign. How worse than folly it is to tually escorted her about. An Ameri- imagine that character can either be cried can lady who knows this Englishwoman up or cried down! No veil can conceal, sent, the other day, a bit of a note, torn no blazonry exalt, either the good or the off, to my husband, and on this scrap the evil. A man has only to come in and English lady says, “I admire Mr. Haw

sit down, and there he is, for better, for thorne as a man and as an author worse. I, at least, am always, as it were, more than any other human being.” I hit by a person's sphere; and either the have diligently taken cold these four music of the spheres or the contrary sumonths, and now have a hard cough. It pervenes, and sometimes, also, nothing is very noisy and wearying. Mr. Haw- at all, if there is not much strength of thorne does not mind fog, chill, or rain. character. Mr. Martineau did not say He has no colds, feels perfectly well, much ; but his voice was very pleasant and is the only Phæbus that shines in and sympathetic, and he won regard England. I told you in my last of Lord merely by his manner of being. Mrs. Martineau sat with her back to the only character, Meg Merrilies, with a face of dim light there was, and I could re- peculiar, square form, most amiable in ceive no impression from her face; but expression, and so very untheatrical in she seemed pleasant and friendly. She manner and bearing that I should never said she wished very

much that we would suspect her to be an actress. She has go to her party on the 19th, which was left the stage now two years, and retires their silver-wedding day. She said we upon the fortune she has made ; for she should meet Mrs. Gaskell — the author was a very great favorite on the Eng. of Mary Barton, Ruth, and Cranford

lish stage, and retired in the height of and several other friends. It is the her fame. The children liked her progreatest pity that we cannot go; but digiously, and Rose was never weary of it would be madness to think of going the treasures attached to her watchout at night, in these solid fogs, with my chain. I could not recount to you the cough. They live beyond Liverpool, in gems clustered there, such as a fairy Prince's Park. Mrs. Martineau showed tiny gold palette, with all the colors arherself perfectly well bred by not being ranged; a tiny easel with a colored importunate. It was a delightful call; landscape quarter of an inch wide; a and I feel as if I had friends in deed and tragic and comic mask, just big enough in need, just from that one interview. for a gnome; a cross of the Legion of Mr. Martineau said Una would be home Honor; a wallet, opening with a spring, sick until she had some friends of her and disclosing compartments just of a size own age, and that he had a daughter, for the keeper of the privy purse of the a little older, who might do for one of fairy queen; a dagger for a pygmy ; two them. They wished to see Mr. Haw- minute daguerreotypes of friends, each as thorne, and came pretty near it, for they large as a small pea, in a gold case; an could not have got out of the lodge gate opera-glass ; faith, hope, and charity, rebefore he came home! Was not that a presented by a golden heart and anchor shame?

and I forget what - a little harp. I January 5, 1854. cannot remember any more. These were Perhaps you have heard of Miss all, I think, memorials of friends. Charlotte Cushman, the actress ? The summer before we left America, she sent

March 12, 1854 a note to Mr. Hawthorne, requesting him

Mr. Hawthorne dined at Aig. to sit to a lady for his miniature, which she barth, one of the suburbs of Liverpool, wished to take to England. Mr. Haw- with Mr. Bramley Moore, an M. P. Mr. thorne could not refuse, though you can Moore took an effectual way to secure imagine his repugnance on every account. Mr. Hawthorne, for he went one day He went and did penance, and was then himself to his office, and asked him for introduced to Miss Cushman. He liked the very same evening; thus bearding her for a very sensible person,

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the lion in his den and clutching him. fectly simple manners. The other day And Mrs. H. would not be discouraged. he met her in Liverpool, and she told She could not get Mr. Hawthorne to go him she had been intending to call on to her splendid fancy ball, to meet Lord me ever since she had been at her sis- and Lady Sefton and all the aristocracy ter's, at Rose Hill Hall, Woolton, seven of the county, ... but wrote him a miles from Liverpool. Mr. Hawthorne note, telling him that if he wished for wished me to invite her to dine and pass her forgiveness he must agree with me the night. I invited her to dine on the upon a day when we would go and dine 29th of December. She accepted, and with her. He delayed, . . . and then

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