ALICE DOANE’S APPEAL
ON A PLEASANT AFTERNOON of June, it was my good fortune to be the companion…
Earth′s Holocaust
Once upon a time–but whether in the time past or time to come is a…
Young Goodman Brown
Young Goodman Brown came forth at sunset, into the street of Salem village, but put…
The Snow-Image
One afternoon of a cold winter′s day, when the sun shone forth with chilly brightness,…
The Wives of the Dead
The following story, the simple and domestic incidents of which may be deemed scarcely worth…
The Old Manse
Between two tall gate-posts of rough-hewn stone (the gate itself having fallen from its hinges…
My Kinsman, Major Molineux
After the kings of Great Britain had assumed the right of appointing the colonial governors,…
Ethan Brand
Bartram the lime-burner, a rough, heavy-looking man, begrimed with charcoal, sat watching his kiln, at…
Old Esther Dudley
HE HOUR HAD COME–thehour of defeat and humiliation–when Sir William Howe was to pass over…
WAKEFIELD
By Nathaniel Hawthorne In some old magazine or newspaper I recollect a story, told as…