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  Thedoubtimpliedinhisquestionwaswellfounded。Inthe

  generaldestructionofbooksalreadydescribed,aholyvolume-that

  stoodapartfromthecatalogueofhumanliterature,andyet,inone

  sense,wasatitshead-hadbeenspared。ButtheTitanof

  innovation-angelorfiend,doubleinhisnature,andcapableofdeeds

  befittingbothcharacters-atfirstshakingdownonlytheoldand

  rottenshapesofthings,hadnow,asitappeared,laidhisterrible

  handuponthemainpillarswhichsupportedthewholeedificeofour

  moralandspiritualstate。Theinhabitantsoftheearthhadgrown

  tooenlightenedtodefinetheirfaithwithinaformofwords,orto

  limitthespiritualbyanyanalogytoourmaterialexistence。

  Truths,whichtheheavenstrembledat,werenowbutafableofthe

  world’sinfancy。Therefore,asthefinalsacrificeofhumanerror,

  whatelseremainedtobethrownupontheembersofthatawfulpile,

  excepttheBook,which,thoughacelestialrevelationtopastages,

  wasbutavoicefromalowersphere,asregardedthepresentraceof

  man?Itwasdone!Upontheblazingheapoffalsehoodandworn-out

  truth-thingsthattheearthhadneverneeded,orhadceasedto

  need,orhadgrownchildishlywearyof-felltheponderouschurch

  Bible,thegreatoldvolume,thathadlainsolongonthecushionof

  thepulpit,andwhencethepastor’ssolemnvoicehadgivenholy

  utteranceonsomanyaSabbathday。There,likewise,fellthefamily

  Bible,whichthelongburiedpatriarchhadreadtohischildren-in

  prosperityorsorrow,bythefiresideandinthesummershadeof

  trees-andhadbequeatheddownward,astheheir-loomofgenerations。

  TherefellthebosomBible,thelittlevolumethathadbeenthesoul’s

  friendofsomesorelytriedchildofdust,whothencetookcourage,

  whetherhistrialwereforlifeordeath,steadfastlyconfrontingboth

  inthestrongassuranceofimmortality。

  Allthesewereflungintothefierceandriotousblaze;andthen

  amightywindcameroaringacrosstheplain,withadesolatehowl,

  asifitweretheangrylamentationsoftheEarthforthelossof

  Heaven’ssunshine,anditshookthegiganticpyramidofflame,and

  scatteredthecindersofhalf-consumedabominationsarounduponthe

  spectators。

  “Thisisterrible!”saidI,feelingthatmycheekgrewpale,and

  seeingalikechangeinthevisagesaboutme。

  “Beofgoodcourageyet。”answeredthemanwithwhomIhadsooften

  spoken。Hecontinuedtogazesteadilyatthespectacle,witha

  singularcalmness,asifitconcernedhimmerelyasanobserver。“Be

  ofgoodcourage-noryetexulttoomuch;forthereisfarlessbothof

  goodandevil,intheeffectofthisbonfire,thantheworldmight

  bewillingtobelieve。”

  “Howcanthatbe?”exclaimedIimpatiently。“Hasitnotconsumed

  everything?Hasitnotswallowedup,ormelteddown,everyhumanor

  divineappendageofourmortalstatethathadsubstanceenoughtobe

  actedonbyfire?Willtherebeanythingleftustomorrowmorning,

  betterorworsethanaheapofembersandashes?”

  “Assuredlytherewill。”saidmygravefriend。“Comehithertomorrow

  morning-orwheneverthecombustibleportionofthepileshallbe

  quiteburntout-andyouwillfindamongtheasheseverythingreally

  valuablethatyouhaveseencastintotheflames。Trustme,the

  worldoftomorrowwillagainenrichitselfwiththegoldand

  diamondswhichhavebeencastoffbytheworldoftoday。Notatruth

  isdestroyed-norburiedsodeepamongtheashes,butitwillberaked

  upatlast。”

  Thiswasastrangeassurance。YetIfeltinclinedtocreditit;the

  moreespeciallyasIbeheldamongthewallowingflamesacopyofthe

  HolyScriptures,thepagesofwhich,insteadofbeingblackenedinto

  tinder,onlyassumedamoredazzlingwhitenessasthefinger-marks

  ofhumanimperfectionwerepurifiedaway。Certainmarginalnotesand

  commentaries,itistrue,yieldedtotheintensityofthefiery

  test,butwithoutdetrimenttothesmallestsyllablethathadflamed

  fromthepenofinspiration。

  “Yes-thereistheproofofwhatyousay。”answeredI,turningto

  theobserver。“Butifonlywhatisevilcanfeeltheactionofthe

  fire,then,surely,theconflagrationhasbeenofinestimableutility。

  YetifIunderstandaright,youintimateadoubtwhethertheworld’s

  expectationofbenefitwouldberealizedbyit。”

  “Listentothetalkoftheseworthies。”saidhe,pointingtoa

  groupinfrontoftheblazingpile。“Possiblytheymayteachyou

  somethinguseful,withoutintendingit。”

  Thepersonswhomheindicatedconsistedofthatbrutalandmost

  earthyfigurewhohadstoodforthsofuriouslyindefenceofthe

  gallows-thehangman,inshort-togetherwiththelastthiefandthe

  lastmurderer;allthreeofwhomwereclusteredaboutthelast

  toper。Thelatterwasliberallypassingthebrandybottle,whichhe

  hadrescuedfromthegeneraldestructionofwinesandspirits。The

  littleconvivialpartyseemedatthelowestpitchofdespondency;as

  consideringthatthepurifiedworldmustneedsbeutterlyunlikethe

  spherethattheyhadhithertoknown,andthereforebutastrangeand

  desolateabodeforgentlemenoftheirkidney。

  “Thebestcounselforallofusis。”remarkedthehangman,“that-

  assoonaswehavefinishedthelastdropofliqour-Ihelpyou,my

  threefriends,toacomfortableenduponthenearesttree,andthen

  hangmyselfonthesamebough。Thisisnoworldforusanylonger。”

  “Poh,poh,mygoodfellows!”saidadark-complexionedpersonage,

  whonowjoinedthegroup-hiscomplexionwasindeedfearfullydark,

  andhiseyesglowedwitharedderlightthanthatofthebonfire-

  “Benotsocastdown,mydearfriends;youshallseegooddaysyet。

  Thereisonethingthatthesewiseacreshaveforgottentothrowinto

  thefire,andwithoutwhichalltherestoftheconflagrationis

  justnothingatall;yes-thoughtheyhadburnttheearthitselfto

  acinder。”

  “Andwhatmaythatbe?”eagerlydemandedthelastmurderer。

  “Whatbutthehumanheartitself!”saidthedark-visaged

  stranger,withaportentousgrin。“Andunlesstheyhituponsome

  methodofpurifyingthatfoulcavern,forthfromitwillreissueall

  theshapesofwrongandmisery-thesameoldshapes,orworseones-

  whichtheyhavetakensuchavastdealoftroubletoconsumetoashes。

  Ihavestoodby,thislive-longnight,andlaughedinmysleeveatthe

  wholebusiness。Oh,takemywordforit,itwillbetheoldworld

  yet!”

  Thisbriefconversationsuppliedmewithathemeforlengthened

  thought。Howsadatruth-iftrueitwere-thatMan’sage-long

  endeavorforperfectionhadservedonlytorenderhimthemockeryof

  theEvilPrinciple,fromthefatalcircumstanceofanerroratthe

  veryrootofthematter!Theheart-theheart-therewasthelittle

  yetboundlesssphere,whereinexistedtheoriginalwrong,ofwhichthe

  crimeandmiseryofthisoutwardworldweremerelytypes。Purify

  thatinwardsphere;andthemanyshapesofevilthathauntthe

  outward,andwhichnowseemalmostouronlyrealities,willturnto

  shadowyphantoms,andvanishoftheirownaccord。Butifwegono

  deeperthantheIntellect,andstrive,withmerelythatfeeble

  instrument,todiscernandrectifywhatiswrong,ourwhole

  accomplishmentwillbeadream;sounsubstantial,thatitmatters

  littlewhetherthebonfire,whichIhavesofaithfullydescribed,were

  whatwechoosetocallarealevent,andaflamethatwouldscorchthe

  finger-oronlyaphosphoricradiance,andaparableofmyownbrain!

  byNathanielHawthorne

  HEREHECOMES!”shoutedtheboysalongthestreet。“Herecomes

  themanwithasnakeinhisbosom!”

  Thisoutcry,salutingHerkimer’sears,ashewasabouttoenterthe

  irongateoftheEllistonmansion,madehimpause。Itwasnot

  withoutashudderthathefoundhimselfonthepointofmeetinghis

  formeracquaintance,whomhehadknowninthegloryofyouth,andwhom

  now,afteranintervaloffiveyears,hewastofindthevictimeither

  ofadiseasedfancy,orahorriblephysicalmisfortune。

  “Asnakeinhisbosom!”repeatedtheyoungsculptortohimself。“It

  mustbehe。Nosecondmanonearthhassuchabosom-friend!Andnow,

  mypoorRosina,Heavengrantmewisdomtodischargemyerrand

  aright!Woman’sfaithmustbestrongindeed,sincethinehasnotyet

  failed。”

  Thusmusing,hetookhisstandattheentranceofthegate,and

  waiteduntilthepersonage,sosingularlyannounced,shouldmakehis

  appearance。Afteraninstantortwo,hebeheldthefigureofalean

  man,ofunwholesomelook,withglitteringeyesandlongblackhair,

  whoseemedtoimitatethemotionofasnake;for,insteadofwalking

  straightforwardwithopenfront,heundulatedalongthepavementina

  curvedline。Itmaybetoofancifultosay,thatsomething,either

  inhismoralormaterialaspect,suggestedtheideathatamiraclehad

  beenwrought,bytransformingaserpentintoaman;butso

  imperfectly,thatthesnakynaturewasyethidden,andscarcely

  hidden,underthemereoutwardguiseofhumanity。Herkimerremarked

  thathiscomplexionhadagreenishtingeoveritssicklywhite,

  remindinghimofaspeciesofmarbleoutofwhichhehadonce

  wroughtaheadofEnvy,withhersnakylocks。

  Thewretchedbeingapproachedthegate,but,insteadofentering,

  stoptshort,andfixedtheglitterofhiseyefulluponthe

  compassionate,yetsteadycountenanceofthesculptor。

  “Itgnawsme!Itgnawsme!”heexclaimed。

  Andthentherewasanaudiblehiss,butwhetheritcamefromthe

  apparentlunatic’sownlips,orwastherealhissofaserpent,

  mightadmitofdiscussion。Atallevents,itmadeHerkimershudder

  tohisheart’score。

  “Doyouknowme,GeorgeHerkimer?”askedthesnake-possessed。

  Herkimerdidknowhim。Butitdemandedalltheintimateand

  practicalacquaintancewiththehumanface,acquiredbymodelling

  actuallikenessesinclay,torecognizethefeaturesofRoderick

  Ellistoninthevisagethatnowmetthesculptor’sgaze。Yetitwas

  he。Itaddednothingtothewonder,toreflectthattheoncebrilliant

  youngmanhadundergonethisodiousandfearfulchange,duringthe

  nomorethanfivebriefyearsofHerkimer’sabodeatFlorence。The

  possibilityofsuchatransformationbeinggranted,itwasaseasy

  toconceiveiteffectedinamomentasinanage。Inexpressibly

  shockedandstartled,itwasstillthekeenestpang,whenHerkimer

  rememberedthatthefateofhiscousinRosina,theidealofgentle

  womanhood,wasindissolublyinterwovenwiththatofabeingwhom

  Providenceseemedtohaveunhumanized。

  “Elliston!Roderick!”criedhe,“Ihadheardofthis;butmy

  conceptioncamefarshortofthetruth。Whathasbefallenyou?Why

  doIfindyouthus?”

  “Oh,’tisamerenothing!Asnake!Asnake!Thecommonestthing

  intheworld。Asnakeinthebosom-that’sall。”answeredRoderick

  Elliston。“Buthowisyourownbreast?”continuedhe,lookingthe

  sculptorintheeye,withthemostacuteandpenetratingglancethat

  ithadeverbeenhisfortunetoencounter。“Allpureandwholesome?No

  reptilethere?Bymyfaithandconscience,andbythedevilwithinme,

  hereisawonder!Amanwithoutaserpentinhisbosom!”

  “Becalm,Elliston。”whisperedGeorgeHerkimer,layinghishand

  upontheshoulderofthesnake-possessed。“Ihavecrossedtheoceanto

  meetyou。Listen-letusbeprivate-IbringamessagefromRosina!

  fromyourwife!”

  “Itgnawsme!Itgnawsme!”mutteredRoderick。

  Withthisexclamation,themostfrequentinhismouth,the

  unfortunatemanclutchedbothhandsuponhisbreast,asifan

  intolerablestingortortureimpelledhimtorenditopen,andletout

  thelivingmischief,evenwhereitintertwinedwithhisownlife。He

  thenfreedhimselffromHerkimer’sgrasp,byasubtlemotion,and

  glidingthroughthegate,tookrefugeinhisantiquatedfamily

  residence。Thesculptordidnotpursuehim。Hesawthatnoavailable

  intercoursecouldbeexpectedatsuchamoment,andwasdesirous,

  beforeanothermeeting,toinquirecloselyintothenatureof

  Roderick’sdisease,andthecircumstancesthathadreducedhimtoso

  lamentableacondition。Hesucceededinobtainingthenecessary

  informationfromaneminentmedicalgentleman。

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