book has been called Christless, prayerless, hopeless, no mature person ever reads it without a deepened sense of the impotence of all mechanistic theories of sin, and a new vision of the intense reality of spiritual things.
“The law we broke,” in Dimmesdale's ghostly words, was a more subtle law than can be graven on tables of stone and numbered as the Seventh Commandment.
The legacy of guilt is likewise the theme of The House of the seven Gables
, which Hawthorne
himself was inclined to think a better book than The Scarlet letter
Certainly this story of old Salem
is impeccably written and its subtle handling of tone and atmosphere is beyond dispute.
An ancestral curse, the visitation of the sins of the fathers upon the children, the gradual decay of a once sound stock, are motives that Ibsen
might have developed.
But the Norseman would have failed to rival Hawthorne
's delicate manipulation of his shadows, and the no less masterly deftness of the ultimate mediation of a dark inheritance through the love of the light-hearted Phoebe
for the latest descendant of the Maules.
In The Blithedale romance Hawthorne
stood for once, perhaps, too near his material to allow the rich atmospheric effects which he prefers, and in spite of the unforgetable