Twice Told Tales - Nathaniel Hawthorne

resist him? Happy Peter Goldthwaite! Every evening—as Peter had long absented himself from his former lou ...

"The old fellow must have resembled me in more points than one," said Peter, complacently, "or he n ...

How enviable is the consciousness of being usefully employed! Nothing troubled Peter, or nothing but tho ...

breast-high from the ground. It contained nothing but a brass lamp covered with verdigris, and a dusty pi ...

not the town, were already thawed out by this warm day, after two or three weeks of winter weather. It ...

a handsome surtout beneath. His voice had directed the attention of the whole town to Peter Goldthwaite's ...

appended to the handle, bearing the initials "P.G." Another singular discovery was that of a bottle of wine ...

"The wine, Tabitha," he cried—"my grandfather's rich old wine! We will drink it now." Tabitha arose ...

ease in his wire-cushioned arm-chair by the glowing grate of anthracite which heated his handsome parlor. He wa ...

Peter Goldthwaite was inserting a key into the lock. "Oh, Tabitha," cried he, with tremulous rapture, ...

"The house will be down about our ears," cried Tabitha as the wind shook it with increasing violence. ...

starvation, would probably be an early specimen of his skill. Gravestones, therefore, have generally be ...

bodies, lest their names should be forgotten at the resurrection. Yet he had not failed, within a narrow scop ...

apart from earth. Amid the throng of enjoyments and the pressure of worldly care and all the warm material ...

engrave his own name there. As is frequently the case among the whalers of Martha's Vineyard, so much of t ...

chisel was just then employed, "I really felt for the poor woman; it was one of my best pieces of marbl ...

a tavern in the town was anxious to obtain two or three gravestones for the deceased members of her family, and ...

"Why," observed I, taking a perverse view of the winged boy and the bow and arrows, "it looks more like ...

from his own tombstone, which, indeed, afforded him more enjoyment in the few months that he lived thereaft ...

But still the good old sculptor murmured, and stumbled, as it were, over the gravestones amid which he ...