herself on me, saying she should faint. Justice Hathorn replied, she
had strength enough to torment these persons, and she should have
strength enough to stand. I speaking something against their cruel
proceedings, they commanded me to be silent, or else I should be
turned out of the room". What a piteous picture of the awful colonial
inquisition and the village Torquemada! What a grim portrait of an
ancestor to hang in your memory, and to trace your kindred to!

Hawthorne's description of his ancestors in the Introduction to _The
Scarlet Letter_ is very delightful. As their representative, he
declares that he takes shame to himself for their sake, on account of
these relentless persecutions; but he thinks them earnest and
energetic. "From father to son, for above a hundred years, they
followed the sea; a gray-headed ship-master, in each generation,
retiring from the quarter-deck to the homestead, while a boy of
fourteen took the hereditary place before the mast, confronting the
salt spray and the gale, which had blustered against his sire and
grand-sire. The boy also, in due time, passed from the forecastle to
the cabin, spent a tempestuous manhood, and returned from his
world-wanderings, to grow old, and die, and mingle his dust with the
natal earth." Not all, however, for the last of the line of sailors,
Captain Nathaniel Hathorne, who married Elizabeth Clarke Manning, died
at Calcutta after the birth of three children, a boy and two girls.
The house in which the boy was born is still standing upon Union
Street, which leads to the Long Wharf, the chief seat of the old
foreign trade of Salem. The next house, with a back entrance on Union
Street, is the Manning house, where many years of the young
Hawthorne's life were spent in the care of his uncle, Robert Manning.
He lived often upon an estate belonging to his mother's family, in the
town of Raymond, near Sebago Lake, in Maine. The huge house there was