As the red light arose and fell, a numerous congregation alternately shone forth, then disappeared in shadow, and again grew, as it were, out of the darkness, peopling the heart of the solitary woods at once.
Goodman Brown snatched away the child as from the grasp of the fiend himself. The next morning young Goodman Brown came slowly into the street of Salem village, staring around him like a bewildered man.
We have been a race of honest men and good Christians, since the days of the martyrs. But--would your worship believe it. Active Themes As the man speaks, someone comes into sight on the path ahead: Among them, quivering to and fro between gloom and splendor, appeared faces that would be seen next day at the council board of the province, and others which, Sabbath after Sabbath, looked devoutly heavenward, and benignantly over the crowded pews, from the holiest pulpits in the land.
And there stood the proselytes beneath the canopy of fire. The governor and I, too — but these are state-secrets. A lone woman is troubled with such dreams and such thoughts, that she's afeard of herself, sometimes. And Faith, as the wife was aptly named, thrust her own pretty head into the street, letting the wind play with the pink ribbons of her cap while she called to Goodman Brown.
Goodman Brown cried out; and his cry was lost to his own ear, by its unison with the cry of the desert. A basin was hollowed, naturally, in the rock. It would break her dear little heart; and I'd rather break my own. And yet, though the elder person was as simply clad as the younger, and as simple in manner too, he had an indescribable air of one who knew the world, and who would not have felt abashed at the governor's dinner table or in King William's court, were it possible that his affairs should call him thither.
Soon after he walks into the darkening forest, Brown expresses fear that in the gloomy wilderness he could easily be ambushed by the devil himself. Nothing can be done, you know, until I get on the ground.
It would not be a stretch, therefore, to assume that the "good people" of Salem would have communed with the devil symbolically speaking. Goodman Brown points out that nobody in his family, all good Christians, had ever agreed to meet up with a mysterious man in the woods at night, and he has no intentions of being the first.
At the same moment the fire on the rock shot redly forth and formed a glowing arch above its base, where now appeared a figure. He could have well nigh sworn, that the shape of his own dead father beckoned him to advance, looking downward from a smoke-wreath, while a woman, with dim features of despair, threw out her hand to warn him back.
And now, my children, look upon each other. And when he had lived long, and was borne to his grave a hoary corpse, followed by Faith, an aged woman, and children and grandchildren, a goodly procession, besides neighbors not a few, they carved no hopeful verse upon his tombstone, for his dying hour was gloom.
We are but a little way in the forest, yet. At the same moment, the fire on the rock shot redly forth, and formed a glowing arch above its base, where now appeared a figure. I would not for twenty old women like the one hobbling before us that Faith should come to any harm.
After a long and lonely life, he dies despairing and joyless. Believing himself to be of the elect, Goodman Brown falls into self-doubt after three months of marriage which to him represents sin and depravity as opposed to salvation.
He shrank from the venerable saint as if to avoid an anathema. It was all as lonely as could be; and there is this peculiarity in such a solitude, that the traveller knows not who may be concealed by the innumerable trunks and the thick boughs overhead; so that with lonely footsteps he may yet be passing through an unseen multitude.
My journey, as thou callest it, forth and back again, must needs be done 'twixt now and sunrise. And all the unseen multitude, both saints and sinners, seemed to encourage her onward.
What if a wretched old woman do choose to go to the devil when I thought she was going to heaven: The fiend in his own shape is less hideous, than when he rages in the breast of man.
Feb 09, · "Young Goodman Brown" () is a short story by American writer Nathaniel Hawthorne. The story takes place in Puritan New England, a common setting for Hawthorne's works, and addresses one of his.
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