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MACMILLAN STUDIES IN ROMANTICISM
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COLERIDGE AND THE SELF
David Morse
AMERICAN ROMANTICISM Volume 1: From Cooper to
Hawthorne
AMERICAN ROMANTICISM Volume 2: From Melville to
James
John Turner
WORDSWORTH: PLAY AND POLITICS
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Notes 221
Index 226
List ofPlates
Thomas Cole's The Architect's Dream (by kind permission of the
Toledo Museum of Art, Ohio)
2 Old Hickory: a portrait of Andrew Jackson by John Vanderlyn
(by kind permission of the Art Commission of the City ofNew
York)
3a George Caleb Bingham's Stump Speaking (by kind permission
of the Boatman's National Bank ofSt Louis)
3b John C. Wild's Cincinnati: The Public Landing, 1835 (by kind
permission of the Cincinnati Historical Society)
4a Frontispiece to Hawthorne's Marble Faun, originally
published under the title Traniformation by Smith, Elder & Co
in 1865
4b 'On the Edge of a Precipice': an illustration from
Traniformation
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Preface
These studies in American Romanticism draw on the general
analysis of Romanticism presented in my Perspectives on
Romanticism and Romanticism: A Structural Anarysis and develop it in
another cultural context. Although America's classic literature
has not invariably been termed 'Romantic' there are not only
strong grounds for doing so, as I hope to show, but equally for
thinking that, of all societies, the United States is the one that has
been most deeply marked by the impact ofRomanticism. I should
like to thank Bob Gross, Peter Nicholls, Angus Ross, Douglas
Tallack and John Whitley for their helpfulness in reading and
responding to sections of the manuscript. I am conscious of a
particular debt to Bob Gross for the stimulus of his presence at
Sussex in 1982-3 and especially for the fascinating seminars he
gave as part of the 'Literature and Democracy' course. The texts I
have used are specified in the notes at the end, but for clarity and
convenience page references to the most copiously cited works are
given immediately after the appropriate quotation.
D.M.
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1 Introduction: America
and the Excessive
American literature is born of excessive hopes and excessive
claims, burdened from the start by an overblown national
rhetoric. It is imperiously summoned into existence, like a genie
out of a bottle, and expected to expand sensationally before the
spectator's very eyes. Looking back we may wonder why an
American literature could not have been allowed to develop
naturally, in the dark of a grateful obscurity, instead of being
subject to daily examination for signs ofajack and the Beanstalk
growth. But to envisage this even for a moment is to gloss over the
rancorous psychology of colonial status. The American people
felt, with justification, that they had been neglected and slighted
for far too long. Their objection to colonial taxes and restrictions
was not merely a financial one but one based on the clearsighted
recognition that, far from being the proud and independent
subjects they perceived themselves to be, they were viewed merely
as a convenient source of royal revenues, whose touchy feelings
could be cheerfully disregarded. Yet even after the fact of
independence Americans still lacked the recognition they
claimed. They were determined to reverse the terms of the
Europe-America opposition. America would not merely be
different from Europe; it would surpass and excel Europe in every
conceivable aspect. That there would be a great national
literature was so obvious that it almost went without saying -
though it must be said that America's need for such a literature
was far from evident, since as a still-puritan culture it was
disposed to regard literature as a perilous supplement to the Bible
and the reading of it as both a gratuitous exposure to immorality
and a frivolous waste oftime. Yet the literature was required as a
resplendent symbol of national greatness, as excessive and
magnificently superfluous as the flag-flying airline of today. It just
had to be there, even if no one particularly wanted it. So American
for they did not seem to have been dealt very much in the way of
cards. The United States had no great cathedrals, palaces or other
histor.ic places; it lacked sculptures and paintings; it had no
·acknowledged writers, philosophers or composers. There was no
distinct American language. So everything had to be staked on the
grandeur of the American landscape, which could serve as the
most potent symbol of everything that Amerca was and, more
importantly, could be.
The symbolic significance of American scenery for the
construction of an American identity emerges with particular
clarity from the life of Thomas Cole, the pioneering landscape
artist, who painted mountains, forests and rivers of the new
continent in the grand Romantic manner. Cole was born in
Lancashire in 1801 but moved with his family to Steubenville,
Ohio, when he was eighteen. Although he had already practised
engraving in England he did not begin to paint until after his
arrival. In 1829 he prepared to sail to Europe to study painting
more intensively there, but significantly he made a point of seeing
the grandest of native wonders before his departure:
I am very anxious to be on my voyage. Next Wednesday, I
intend setting off for the Falls of Niagara. I cannot think of
going to Europe without having seen them. I wish to take a 'last,
lingering look' at our wild scenery. I shall endeavour to press its
features so strongly on my mind that, in the midst of the fine
scenery of other countries, their grand and beautiful
peculiarities shall not be erased.'
As it happens Cole was initially disappointed with Niagara, yet
his motivation is crucial all the same; for by exposure to native
wildness he believes that he will be infused with the genius loci and
thus more able to retain his independence and originality in the
face of the masters of the European tradition. By implication, to be
American is to be like Niagara, sublime, tumultuous, excessive.
Yet such a determination is prompted by an underlying anxiety.
European art is a complex and all-engulfing cultural force and
even the talismatic powers of the American landscape may
scarcely be sufficient to protect him. Similar fears are voiced by
William Cullen Bryant in his famous sonnet:
Thine eyes shall see the light of distant skies:
Yet, Cole! thy heart shall bear to Europe's strand
4 American Romanticism
The American poets are to enclose old and new for America is
the race of races. Of them a bard is to be commensurate with a
Introduction: America and the Excessive 7
Such are the joys ofthe Romantic historian. For he can assure the
reader that such incredible events can be securely located in the
world of sober fact and thereby proclaim also that the age of
marvels is not yet past. Admittedly Prescott immediately follows
this passage by stating that the behaviour of Cortes should be
neither justified nor praised, so that it would seem that his
response is one of wholly dispassionate astonishment, without
moral implication. But such an attitude is integral to the
excessive. The reader is lifted to an aesthetic realm, beyond good
and evil, where he can only gasp in total and uncritical
amazement.
Francis Parkman was similarly fascinated with such daring and
flamboyant personalities, though his own exemplars were drawn
from the more familiar terrain of the United States and Canada.
In Montcalm and Wolfe he describes the war for Canada through the
complementary figures of Montcalm and Wolfe, the one French,
the other English, fighting to the death an opposite sides, yet
linked by their pertinacity, their resourcefulness and their
impetuous and daring spirit. But Parkman's archetypal excessive
hero is the French explorer La Salle, immortalised in his classic
study La Salle and the Discovery ofthe Great West. This work originally
appeared in 1869 but was restricted in scope because of
Parkman's inability to make use of a hoard of documents guarded
by the French archivist Pierre Margry. In his struggles to obtain
access to these manuscripts Parkman showed almost as much
pertinacity as his hero, La Salle, since he obtained a grant from
Congress to ensure their publication and was finally able to make
use of them in the revised edition of1879. La Salle was a man after
Parkman's own heart, an educated man, an intellectual, who
nevertheless showed, as Parkman himself showed by his journey
down the Oregon Trail, that such a training could be the moral
backbone of the excessive hero. Parkman wrote, in early rebuttal
of American anti-intellectualism,
The emphasis was needed, for in his epic journeys across the
American continent La Salle did not have too much time for
10 American Romanticism
and anxiety. His complexion was sallow and unhealthy; his hair
was iron grey, and his body thin and emaciated .... But the
fierce glare ofhis bright and hawk-like grey eye, betrayed a soul
and a spirit which triumphed over all infirmities ofthe body. 21
There was Webster the great cannon loaded to the lips: he told
16 American Romanticism
I never saw better acting, even in Kean. His look, his manner,
his long arm, his elvish forefinger, -like an exclamation point,
punctuating his bitter thought,- showed the skill of a master.
The effect of the whole was to startle everybody, as if a
pistol-shot had rung through the hall. 28
Yet Washington Irving, who also heard him speak, was altogether
too conscious of the element of performance. He wrote,
And, when all is said and done, despite the sceptics, Baldwin may
have been right. For there was great satisfaction to be had from
being partisan and there was great excitement in being caught up
in the personalised battles with such partisanship generated.
Excessiveness was the sign of truth.
Wild, reckless and unconstrained behaviour seemed to be a
characteristic feature of the life of Jacksonian democracy,
especially in the eyes of European visitors. But it required no
feudal or lordly eye to be somewhat aghast at the notorious events
Introduction: America and the Excessive 19
- yet the men were scarcely any better: 'sprigs of dandyism from
the Atlantic cities were in amusing contact with rough western
men, or down-east delegates, in the glorious equality of semi-
civilisation'. 37 Presidential elections aside, Captain Marry at
found Independence Day itself hard enough to bear:
By the way, Peale wrote me the other day to ask ifl c[ ould] not
send him a Tom Thumb or a two-headed man or [something]
to create an excitement. I replied that I could furnish [him with a]
beast with 7 heads & 10 horns at short notice or any other [?]
item that he ordered. 44
In Barnum's day the impossible really did only take a little longer.
The three decades separating the election of Jackson in 1828
from the outbreak of the Civil War in 1861 were a time of
extremely rapid and confusing social change. This was especially
true of New England, New York and Pennsylvania and the
emerging Western state of Ohio. Communications improved
rapidly, first through the construction of canals and then through
the 1840s with a steadily expanding network of railways. Towns
and cities grew with extraordinary speed. The United States
developed its own manufacturing industries and workshops
Introduction: America and the Excessive 23
turned into factories. There were dramatic movements of
population as many farmers on the Eastern seaboard, dissatisfied
with the low incomes they were getting from working exhausted
soil, moved to richer pastures in the Ohio valley. The religious
and intellectual life of America was profoundly affected by these
changes. It now becamed more difficult for ministers in
traditional churches to exert the authority over their
congregations to which they were accustomed, for those who were
dissatisfied with the rigid discipline to which they were subjected
found they had the option of either moving away or even adopting
a more congenial faith. A suitable benchmark for assessing these
destabilising tendencies is Lyman Beecher, father of Harriet
Beecher Stowe. In the context of the Congregational Church
Beecher was a relatively progressive figure in that he was
prepared to soften the harshness of its teaching on human
depravity and on the restriction of salvation to only a small elect;
he was also prepared to adopt the melodramatic, revivalist style of
preaching which to many was an anathema. Yet at the same time
Beecher was utterly opposed to the more optimistic and
humanistic Unitarian faith, which, following its capture of
Harvard College in 1805, was becoming increasingly dominant
and which he was summoned to the Hanover Street church in
Boston to combat. Like his puritan predecessors, Beecher was
convinced that the United States had been singled out to play an
exemplary part in the working of divine providence. In a
pamphlet entitled The Memory ofour Fathers, published in 1826, the
year of his election, he enthused,
they can no more extinguish it than they can extinguish the fires
of Aetna. Still it burns, and still the mountain murmurs; and
soon it will explode with voices and thunderings, and great
earthquakes .... Then will the trumpet of jubilee sound, and
earth's debased millions will leap from the dust, and shake off
their chains, and cry, 'Hosanna to the Son ofDavid!' 45
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Fenimore Cooper 31
the mundane and the spiritual, to show how far the quotidian falls
short ofthe sublime. Against the homely background of Cooper's
canvas the visionary and unflinching fortitude of Harvey Birch
and Washington is thrown in even sharper relief, so that their brief
incursions into the narrative figure as visitations from some
transcendental world. 'Harper', on his early appearance, makes
manifest through his intense contemplation of the landscape that
he is no ordinary man but one singled out for the divine mission of
liberating his country, a project equally sublime:
'What a magnificent scene!' said Harper, in a low tone; 'how
grand! how awfully sublime!- may such a quiet speedily await
the struggle in which my country is engaged, and such a
glorious evening follow the day of her adversity.'
Frances, who stood next to him, alone heard the voice.
Turning in amazement from the view to the speaker, she saw
him standing bare-headed, erect, and with his eyes lifted to
Heaven. There was no longer the quiet which had seemed their
characteristic, but they were lighted into something like
enthusiasm, and a silent flush passed over his features.
There can be no danger apprehended from such a man,
thought Frances; such feelings belong only to the virtuous.
(p. 46)
Harper-Washington stands before nature as before an altar,
radiating such an intense spirituality that his destiny can scarcely
be disguised. The natural sublime as perceived through the eyes of
Frances also becomes a rhetorical device through which Cooper is
able to ennoble his pedlar hero. Frances's deeply felt response to
landscape actually becomes the means whereby she becomes
alerted both to the cottage where Birch and Harper rendezvous
and then to the presence of Harvey himself. While she is seated on
a rock to 'rest and admire', her eye is caught by a 'solitary gleam'
which strikes the mountain at which she is gazing and throws the
concealed hut into prominence:
With a feeling of awe at being thus unexpectedly admitted, as it
were into the secrets of that desert place, Frances gazed
intently, until, among the scattered trees and fantastic rocks,
something like a rude structure was seen. It was low, and so
obscured by the colour of the materials, that but for its roof, and
the glittering of a window, it must have escaped her notice.
Fenimore Cooper 35
He wound among the hills and vales, now keeping the highways
and now avoiding them, with a precision that seemed
instinctive. There was nothing elastic in his tread, but he glided
over the ground with enormous strides, and a body bent
forward, without appearing to use exertion, or know
weanness (p. 400)
wrongs. Lincoln and England pay for the wrongs they have done
America. The interweaving narratives produce the Revolution as
the tragic consequence of a guilt-ridden past. Ralph andjob speak
a truth that has been too long suppressed, which when spoken can
set men free. So that Cooper himself both speaks and does not
speak it.
At the opening of the novel a youth on board ship is questioned
about his background by an elderly man. He admits to being
American by birth but defines himself as English by habit and
education. At which his senior expostulates, 'Accursed be the
habits, and neglected the education, which would teach a child to
forget its parentage!' (p. 5). At that moment the significance of the
conversation is scarcely evident, since the young man is not
identified for a further twenty pages as Lionel Lincoln and the
revelation that this man is his father is delayed until the end of the
book. Yet it serves as a thematic announcement none the less. The
strangeness of the situation is that Lionel's Lincoln's relation to
his father exactly reverses the relationship between England and
young America. Ralph suggests that Lionel is guilty of filial
impiety in 'forgetting' both America and himself. But if Lionel is
to be blamed we can scarcely fail to be aware that his disloyalty
precisely counterpoints the rebellion of the American colonies.
In the struggle of sons against fathers the roles become
disconcertingly mixed, for in the American rejection of the father
the insurrection is instigated by the father and contested by the
son. Yet at the same time Lionel's benevolent overseeing of his
father's actions seems to cast him in a paternal role. It may be that
by this means Cooper, whose concern for authority is always
great, seeks to exculpate the American Revolution, which,
although evidently right, is also inexorably in the wrong. This is
because, for Cooper, the challenge to authority slides into
jacobinism and anarchy, in which no principles of authority can
be justified. The Declaration oflndependence carries within it the
seeds offurther declarations, as the secession of the South was to
prove. So that in Cooper's myth the American Revolution
becomes an untimely circumstance that everyone nevertheless
really wanted, where rebellious Americans can at the same time
be patriotic Englishmen and where in the exchange of sons and
fathers all can become bearers of their own legitimacy.
In the 1820s, following Precaution and The Spy, Cooper's
attention was otherwise divided between novels of the frontier set
42 American Romanticism
The eye of the Pilot flashed with a terrible fire, while a fierce
glow seemed to be creeping over his whole frame which actually
quivered with passion. But suppressing this exhibition of his
feelings, by a sudden and powerful effort, he answered in an
emphatic manner,- 'One who has a right to order, and who will
be obeyed!' (pp. 356-7)
When Griffiths asks what has become of the main object of their
expedition the Pilot answers, ''Tis lost ... 'tis sacrificed to more
private feelings; 'tis like a hundred others, ended in
disappointment, and is forgotten, sir, forever' (p. 357). So
American military and naval setbacks can be attributed to a lack
of the altruism and fervour that the Pilot possesses. Instead of
achieving a lightning conquest he becomes a kind of wandering
pilot, searching the seas for a place where valour and heroism will
be pure and uncontaminated, where the revolutionary purpose
can be achieved. Revolutionary victory calls for the perfect human
being.
The Red Rover is one of the most tiresome of Cooper's novels,
partly because his persistent racialism is displayed with
conspicuous effect and partly because the revelations surrounding
the character of Wilder are more than a little laboured. Wilder
signs up with the Red Rover to pilot the Royal Caroline, a vessel the
Red Rover intends to attack, but it is subsequently revealed that
he is one Henry Ark, an agent of the Crown. Ark-Wilder is saved
from death at the hands of the pirates by the further revelation
that he is in reality Paul De Lacey, and thus the son of a widow
who is travelling on the same vessel. In appearance the romantic
44 American Romanticism
figure of the Red Rover could not be more different from the
prosaic hero of the frontier, Natty Bumppo:
With a supernatural effort, his form arose on the litter; and with
both hands elevated above his head, he let fall before him that
blazonry of intermingled stripes, with its blue field of rising
stars, a glow ofhigh exultation illuming every feature ofhis face,
as in his day of pride.
'Wilder!' he repeated, laughing, hysterically, 'we have
triumphed!'- He fell backward, without motion, the exulting
lineaments settling in the gloom of death, as shadows obscure
the smiling brightness of the sun. (p. 451)
here the gap between Cooper and his readers becomes too wide;
for there can be few who will shed tears at the passing of the
Littlepages and what they represent, not simply because of the
lack of sympathy but because, even in Cooper's mythicised
representation, the notion of an American aristocracy lacks
historical substance and weight. Thus, the Littlepage trilogy
renders transparent what is implicit in the Leatherstocking Tales
and serves to demarcate Cooper from Scott: that Cooper
everywhere eschews social and historical analysis in favour of a
method that is essentially figurative, stylised and symbolic.
The Leatherstocking Tales are the history of Cooper's struggle
with a hero who is both anachronistic and excessive- too great for
the present. It is incorrect, in any but the most generalised sense,
to view the novels as a sequence, whether written to be read in
chronological or in reverse order. Even the most superficial
reading of the five novels makes it obvious that the world Cooper
presents in each, and the way in which he characterises his hero,
differs very significantly from novel to novel. The scene of The
Prairie and the values and attitudes associated with the West are
not those of The Pioneers. Hawkeye's grim espousal of violence is
far from congruent with the pacificism of Deerslayer. The
presentation of the Indians and of their culture is modified from
one book to another. Cooper's tales must be viewed not as a series
but as successive, alternative essays at symbolic and mythic
articulation, each of which has its own distinctive set of
preoccupations. For Cooper the aesthetic challenge was the
'anachronistic hero', to which he responded with five alternative
solutions. The notion of 'mythic articulation' renders these
differences more visible and makes it possible for us to register
more precisely the meaning of the variations, shifts and
modifications to which Cooper subjects his continual theme.
Nevertheless, before charting the progress ofCooper's mythic
restructurings in the Leatherstocking Tales, a further, indeed
crucial, paradox concerning Cooper's deployment of the
'anachronistic hero' figure, which does serve to give a consistency
to his presentation, must be noted. Scott continually presented a
world in the process of change, a world divided between opposing
forces: those which pointed back into the past and those which
pointed forward into the future. The 'anachronistic hero'
sharpened this division, showing that there could never be
complete or, indeed, any compatibility between different systems
50 American Romanticism
Elizabeth raised her face and saw the old hunter standing,
looking back for a moment, on the verge of the wood. As he
caught their glances, he drew his hard hand hastily across his
eyes again, waved it on high for an adieu, and uttering a forced
cry to his dogs, who were crouching at his feet, he entered the
forest.
This was the last that they ever saw of Leatherstocking,
Fenimore Cooper 55
'It may be well to go round and feel the vagabonds that are left,
or we may have another of them loping through the woods, and
screeching like a jay that has been winged.'
So saying, the honest but implacable scout made the circuit
of the dead, into whose senseless bosoms he thrust his long knife
with as much coolness as though they had been so many brute
carcasses. (pp. 130-1)
'I!' said the scout, erecting his tall person with an air of military
pride. 'There are not many echoes among these hills that
haven't rung with the crack of my rifle, nor is there the space of a
square mile atwixt Horican and the river, that "Kill-Deer"
hasn't dropped a living body on, be it an enemy or be it a brute
beast.' (pp. 156-7)
But there goes the Teton after his horses as if he thought two
legs as good as four in such a race! And yet the imps will have
every hoof of them afore the day sets in, because it's reason ag'in
instinct. Poor reason, I allow; but still there is a great deal of the
man in the Indian. Ah's me! Your Delawares were the redskins
Fenimore Cooper 63
The most striking thing about this passage is the way in which it
insinuates Natty's lndianness. His religious sense, with his
invocation of 'the Master of Life' and 'the Wahcondah', is, by
implication, akin to that of the Indian - and we have seen
elsewhere how congenial to the old hunter was the notion of
'happy hunting grounds' - while he is like the Indians too, and
unlike the white man, in his lack of concern for the ownership of
land. Equally significantly, when we remember Cooper's
emphasis on the 'gifts' of the different races, Natty speaks of 'a
feeling for our kind'; but in his own case this has manifested itself
in a deep affection, first for U ncas, now for Hard Heart. And Hard
64 American Romanticism
The sun had fallen below the crest of the nearest wave of the
prairie, leaving the usual rich and glowing train on its track. In
the centre of this flood oflight a human form appeared, drawn
against the gilded background as distinctly, and seemingly as
palpable, as though it would come within the grasp of an
extended hand. The figure was colossal, the attitude musing
and melancholy, and the situation directly in the route of the
travellers. But embedded as it was in its setting of garish light, it
was impossible to distinguish its just proportions or true
character.
The effect of such a spectacle was instantaneous and
powerful. The man in front of the emigrants came to a stand
and remained gazing at the mysterious object with a dull
interest soon quickened into superstitious awe. His sons, so
soon as the first emotions of surprise had a little abated, drew
slowly around him, and as they who governed the teams
gradually followed their example, the whole party was soon
condensed into one silent and wondering group. (p. 8)
You may travel weeks and you will see it the same. I often think
the Lord has placed this barren belt of prairie behind the States
to warn men to what their folly may yet bring the land! Aye,
weeks, if not months, may you journey in these open fields, in
which there is neither dwelling nor habitation for man or beast.
Even the savage animals travel miles on miles to seek their dens;
and yet the wind seldom blows from the east, but I conceit the
sound of axes and the crash of falling trees are in my ears.
(p. 19)
Cooper has not the least touch of the humorous in his genius', 10 he
does serve as a foil for Natty, enabling him to articulate his
opinions and beliefs more fully than in any earlier or later novel.
Natty in The Prairie appears as a kind of proto-Transcendentalist.
He insists on the importance of experience and of closeness to
nature as the only authentic guides to conduct and is
contemptuous in his rejection of book-learning, devastating in his
repudiation of the values of the Old World ofEurope; for when Dr
Battius complacently remarks, 'You speak of the dross of
ignorance, whereas my memory dwells on those precious jewels
which it was my happy fortune formerly to witness among the
treasured glories of the Old World' (p. 279), he receives the
following dusty answer:
hand? Can you tell me that with your books and college
wisdom? Was it not the first man in the garden, and is it not a
plain consequence that his children inherit his gifts?' (p. 230)
Natty's oration carries all the more weight because of the care
with which Cooper has established him in the novel as 'first man'
in the West, a man who belongs in the wilderness as Battius does
not. Cooper's patriotic and anti-European bias was particularly
pronounced because he wrote the novel during his residence in
Europe, so that, when he eulogised the virtues of the buffalo hump
- 'So far as richness, delicacy and wildness of flavour, and
substantial nourishment were concerned, the viand might well
have claimed a decided superiority over the meretricious cookery
and laboured compounds of the most renowned artist' (p. 107)-
he was unquestionably writing from a perspective where he had a
greater familiarity with the 'laboured compounds' of Parisian
cuisine than with the 'culinary glory of the prairies' (ibid.).
Because in The Prairie Cooper decisively espouses the cause of
nature against culture, the conceptual grid of the novel is
markedly different from the savagery-civilisation antithesis of The
Last of the Mohicans. Even the one thing Cooper had formerly
denied the wilderness, justice and the law, is purposely supplied
it; for what could be more majestic or more just than the heroic
and honourable figure oflshmael Bush handing over Ellen Wade
to the man she loves, Paul Hover the bee-hunter, in preference to
his own son, and even condemning his own son to death, despite
multifarious considerations that might lead him to adopt some
other course. Closeness to nature develops the moral sense in man
and gives him both a greater self-reliance and a great humility: the
very qualities which Cooper sees paradoxically united in Natty
himself when he refers to
When man is shut up in towns and schools with his own follies,
it may be easy to believe himself greater than the Master of Life;
but a warrior who lives in a house with the clouds for its roof,
where he can at any moment look both at the heavens and at the
earth, and who daily sees the power of the Great Spirit should
be more humble. (p. 247)
does not like: his very first words are, 'the country will never do'
(p. 94).
Having described the death of Leatherstocking in The Prairie,
Cooper seems, for a while, to have regarded this novel as his last
word. But over ten years later, with The Pathfinder (1840), he
returned to his hero to fill yet another gap in his aetiology, by
showing Leatherstocking in love- since it was his unsuccessful
love for Miriam that led him to become the aged solitary and man
of the woods, with no permanent attachment either to people or to
things. The writing of The Pathfinder followed hard on the heels of
the so-called Three Mile Point affair, in which Cooper, by
insisting on his ownership ofland which had come to be regarded
as in the public domain, was held up to obloquy and ridicule in the
popular press. Under such trying circumstances the world of the
woods and the trusty and unswerving honesty and integrity of
Pathfinder exerted a very powerful imaginative appeal. Indeed,
what is most noticeable about Cooper's final contributions to the
legend is the way in which he places his character beyond the
sphere of normal human activity: both in his moral qualities and
in his accomplishments he is incontrovertibly excessive. A
concern with the superhuman, of course, was not new in Cooper's
work. It was bound up with the strong Byronic strain in his early
fiction: broached in The Spy and developed in a strongly rising
curve of assertion in The Pilot, The Red Rover and The Water- Witch.
In those novels Cooper habitually presents his protagonists as
extraordinary individuals and shows them performing acts that
seemed beyond the scope of normal mortals. They are seldom
portrayed from within, but are exhibited in picturesque and
striking poses, which emphasise the mysterious, the enigmatic,
the exotic. There is always an element of contradiction in their
behaviour and they are doomed to be misrepresented and
misunderstood. While they are extraordinarily cool and controlled
even in the most desperate and dangerous circumstances, this
manifests self-possession, since within they seethe with powerful
and turbulent emotions. In a representative passage, Cooper
describes the Pilot pacing restlessly up and down as a violent
storm rages outside, but 'the tempest in his own passions' rapidly
subsides to 'the desperate and still calmness that made him the
man he was' (The Pilot, p. 157). In The Red Rover and The
Water- Witch Cooper depicts two smuggler heroes possessed of
incredible powers of seamanship and whose boats are so beautiful,
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so fast and so elusive that they turn into a mockery the attempts of
the British authorities to pursue them. The boats are as
mysterious and tormenting as the wiles of a beautiful woman, and
Cooper's descriptions of them border on an eroticism that he
never showed in his depiction offeminine characters:
The Red Rover and the Skimmer of the Seas are themselves a
bewildering mixture of male and female traits: they surround
themselves with an oriental sensuousness and luxury that seems
effeminate and yet they wield despotic authority over their crew
and show incredible coolness and resolution in the heat of battle.
When sweet music is heard the minute the Red Rover talks of
listening to 'sweet sounds', he smiles 'as if he exulted in this
prompt proof of the sort of despotic, or rather magical power he
wielded' (The Red Rover, p. 321).
The Red Rover seems to transcend the limits of ordinary
mortality and to laugh at normal limitations and constraints. This
idealisation is intensified still further in The Water-Witch, where
Cooper's hero is mantled in the full panoply of romantic
Byronism. He is able to flout the laws of nature as well as the laws
of man. The Water- Witch is rightly named, since 'her performances
on the wide ocean have been such as to exceed all natural means'
(p. 111). In the final sea battle the Skimmer reaches his
apotheosis:
The forms of the Skimmer and his assistants were visible, in the
midst of the gallant gear, perched on the giddy yards. Seen by
that light, with his peculiar attire, his firm and certain step, and
his resolute air, the freetrader resembled some fancied sea-god,
who, secure in his immortal immunities, had come to act his
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The nail was lightly driven, its head painted, and game called.
Then the Cooper miracles began. The bullet of the first
marksman chipped an edge of the nail head; the next man's
bullet drove a nail a little way into the target- and removed all
the paint. Haven't the miracles gone far enough now? Not to
suit Cooper; for the purpose of this whole scheme is to show offhis
prodigy, Deerslayer-Hawkeye-Long Rifle-Leather-Stocking-
Pathfinder-Bumppo before the ladies.
There, you see, is a man who could hunt flies with a rifle, and
command a ducal salary in a Wild West show to-day, if we had
him back with us.
The recorded feat is certainly surprising, just as it stands; but
it is not surprising enough for Cooper. Cooper adds a touch. He
has made Pathfinder do this miracle with another man's rifle,
and not only that, but Pathfinder did not even have the
advantage ofloading it himself. He had everything against him,
and yet he made that impossible shot, and not only made it, but
did it with absolute confidence, saying, 'Be ready to clench.'
Now a person like that would have undertaken that same feat
with a brickbat, and with Cooper's help he would have
achieved it, too. 15
centre of the target without even touching the wood; but what
Twain fails to mention is that, despite such incredible feats,
Pathfinder does not even win the prize, which goes to Jasper! For
in the play-off, when both men shoot at a potato thrown in the air,
Pathfinder deliberately shoots slightly wide, enabling Jasper to
win and thus make a favourable impression on Mabel. Thus,
technical excellence is subordinated to moral worth: Pathfinder
denies truth and his own gifts by appearing to be less good than he
is in a titanic act of moral self-abnegation, which prefigures the
conclusion to the tale. Pathfinder is truly a human being without
fault. He is courageous, truthful, modest, resourceful, self-reliant,
generous; he is incapable of deception, loyal and unwavering,
possessed of an openness that is almost quaint and childlike. His
faith in the integrity of Jasper shows his nobility, since he has
every reason to mistrust the youth, who is his rival and whose
conduct appears highly suspicious.
Cooper constantly harps upon the exceptional powers of
Pathfinder. He has 'extraordinary qualities' (The Pathfinder, p.
138) he has 'a beautiful and unerring sense ofjustice' (p. 139), he
is 'this extraordinary man' (p. 218). In the critical interview with
Mabel, in which she tells Pathfinder that, much as she respects
him, she can never love him, her words are such as to place him
beyond the sphere of normal human conduct. When Pathfinder
modestly refers to the delights he would feel at the thought that
Mabel might think more of him than of most other men, she
exclaims,
and she also says of him, 'You seem above, beyond, superior to all
infirmity, Pathfinder; I never yet met with a man who appeared to
be so little liable to the weaknesses of nature' (p. 282).
For this very reason, perhaps, Pathfinder has no pressing claim
on our sympathy and yet he etches himself on the imagination
through the very invisibleness ofhis superiority, concealed as it is
in the humble garments of the American forest. Perhaps the
greatest quality of Pathfinder is his stoicism, which enables him to
meet all eventualities with a certain inward calm - a stoicism
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The form of a man was seen to enter, and both the females
rushed up the ladder, as if equally afraid of the consequences.
The stranger secured the door, and first examining the lower
room with great care, he cautiously ascended the ladder. June,
as soon as it became dark, had closed the loops of the principal
floor and lighted a candle. By means of this dim taper, then, the
two females stood in expectation, waiting to ascertain the
person of their visitor, whose wary ascent of the ladder was
distinctly audible, though sufficiently deliberate. It would not
be easy to say which was the most astonished on finding, when
the stranger had got through the trap, that Pathfinder stood
before them.
'God be praised!' Mabel exclaimed, for the idea that the
blockhouse would be impregnable with such a garrison at once
crossed her mind. (pp. 398-9)
continuing,
'I sometimes wish for peace again,' said the Pathfinder, 'when
one can range the forest without s'arching for any other enemy
than the beasts and the fishes. Ah's me! Many is the day that the
Sarpent, there, and I have passed happily among the streams,
living on venison, salmon, and trout, without thought of a
Mingo or a scalp! I sometimes wish that them blessed days
might come back, for it is not my raal gift to slay my own
kind.' (p. 33)
So once again the principle ofinfinite regress takes over and we are
no sooner deposited in a veritable Arcady than we find that the
real 'blessed days' were even earlier!
Nevertheless Pathfinder is shown to be responsive to nature and
to live in harmony with it. The forest is a source of natural religion,
an endless fountain of divine meanings:
His special feeling for the forest is brought out by Cooper as the
party sails toward Niagara in the Scud:
I can't fall into these notions, seeing that they appear to be ag'in
reason .... Now I find it hard to suppose that blessed spirits
can be put to chasing game without an object, tormenting the
dumb animals just for the pleasure and agreeableness of their
own amusements. (The Deerslayer, p. 456)
the returning light, that had received its form or uses from
human taste or human desires, which as often deform as
beautify a landscape. This was the castle, all the rest being
native and fresh from the hand of God. That singular residence,
too, was in keeping with the natural objects of the view, starting
out from the gloom, quaint, picturesque and ornamental.
Nevertheless, the whole was lost on the observers, who knew no
feeling of poetry, had lost their sense of natural devotion in lives
of obdurate and narrow selfishness, and had little other
sympathy with nature than that which originated with her
lowest wants. (p. 335)
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In the same way, Edgar Huntly has at least five plot components
that have to be distinguished:
In fact this meeting with Wallace has been long awaited, since it is
the reason for Arthur Mervyn's journey to the city of
Philadelphia, but it occurs in a manner that is totally unexpected.
Despite Wallace's alarming appearance, Brockden Brown
forcibly insists on the powers of mind that can bring the emotions
it provokes under control. Arthur Mervyn, like other Brownian
heroes, gets a very positive satisfaction out of data-processing.
Nevertheless, in Edgar Huntly Brockden Brown does present
disturbing evidence of the instability of mind and of the
discontinuity of consciousness. This does not cast doubt on the
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I lifted the weapon. Its point was aimed at the bosom of the
sleeper. The impulse was given.
At the instant a piercing shriek was heard behind me, and a
stretched-out hand, grasping the blade, made it swerve widely
from its aim. It descended but without inflicting a wound. Its
force was spent on the bed.
Oh, for words to paint that stormy transition! I loosed my
hold of the dagger. 9
Nevertheless, despite the skill and cunning with which the letter
has been concealed, once the principle of inconspicuousness
through ordinariness has been grasped, it positively shrieks out its
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In this manner we journeyed for about two hours, and the sun
was just setting when we entered a region infinitely more dreary
than any yet seen. It was a species of table land, near the
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inability to tell his left from his right eye patronisingly attributed
to Jupiter. The ability of Legrand to perplex and mystify the
narrator through the agency of the goldbug, symbolised by the
way he 'twirled it to and fro, with the air of a conjuror' (m, 817), is
convincing evidence of the way in which reason can obtain total
power over the irrational, despite the darkest omens and
apparently conclusive evidence to the contrary. It has the
capacity to exceed even the excessive.
In 'The Goldbug' Legrand is able to maintain his speculative
freedom and his sanity because he does not allow his reason to
become mesmerised by the single object, the gold bug, that makes
the most imperious claims upon it. But the majority of Poe's
heroes are not so fortunate. Their emotions are so powerful and
overwhelming that they are brought completely under the sway of
a fixed obsession and become quite incapable of thinking of
anything else or offreeing themselves from its influence. As such
they are precluded from living anything remotely resembling a
normal life. They traverse the borderlands between lucidity and
madness without ever being conscious of the difference between
the two, since even their most deranged moments are
characterised by an appalling clarity of perception. Their thought
processes represent a demonic power of the ideal, which, in its
refusal to come to terms with the actual, endeavours to restructure
the world in terms of desire, and which can scarcely recognise just
how aberrant and excessive that desire has become. Such, in
particular, are the protagonists of 'Berenice', 'Morella' and
'Ligeia'.
Berenice, the subject of earliest and most grotesque of these
stories, is presented as having a most powerful, all-pervading
influence over the personality of the narrator, who becomes
completely preoccupied with her 'not as an object oflove, but as
the theme of the most abstruse though desultory speculation' (n,
214). As in the succeeding tales there is more than an element of
aggression in the narrator's obsession; it is as ifhe seeks to control
the feminine other by liquidating its autonomy, re-creating it in a
form in which it becomes pliable and no longer threatening. Yet in
this deathly form it is more frightening than before. In Berenice
what the narrator desires are her ideas, of which her teeth, pure,
brilliant and white, are the Platonic symbols, but in his mania the
narrator blurs the material and the spiritual, thought and action,
dream and reality. He comes to his senses conscious of a missing
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episode in his memory but with no clear idea of what has occurred,
only to discover that he violently pulled all Berenice's teeth out
while she was still alive. In effect the story plays with paradoxes of
disproportion. The narrator's obsession with Berenice has been
excessive, yet its specific focus serves to diminish both her and him
in a grotesquely repulsive way. His excessive crime unconsciously
exposes his own inferiority.
As a presence Morella is even more engulfing. Once more the
narrator symptomatically refuses the very idea oflove. Although
he admits to a deep yet singular affection, its singularity consists
in the fact that the relationship involves neither love nor the fires
of Eros. He is a mere acolyte who yields to her immense erudition
and her colossal powers of mind. That he is oppressed with his
own sense of inferiority is apparent to Morella herself, who
recognises that this is the deep-seated cause of his hostility
towards her and hence his lack of love:
But, indeed, the time had now arrived when my wife's society
oppressed me as a spell. I could no longer bear the touch of her
wan fingers, not the low tone of her musical language, nor the
lustre of her eyes. And she knew all this, but did not upbraid;
she seemed conscious of my weakness or my folly, and, smiling,
called it - Fate. Yet was she woman, and pined away
daily. (n, 227)
His resentment of her is so great that even when she is sick and
dying he grows impatient when the moment of her death is
postponed. In dying Morella gives birth to a child for whom the
narrator is now able to show genuine care, since she presents no
threat to him: 'and I loved her with a love more fervent than I had
believed it possible to feel for any denizen of the earth' (n, 233).
Even this formulation is strangely revealing, since it suggests that
the narrator is only able to love people freely when they are finally
dead. However, his feelings are rapidly transformed, 'the heaven
of this pure affection' (ibid.) is darkened by the extraordinarily
rapid growth of the child, who all too soon appears as a
simulacrum of Morella.
Why is it that the narrator finds this similarity so demoralising?
It is because the child seems to be such a perfect replica of her
mother that it casts doubt on the assumption that every being has
its own separate, unique and autonomous existence, and therefore
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She let fall from her head the ghastly cerements which had
confined it, and there streamed forth, into the rushing
atmosphere of the chamber, huge masses of long dishevelled
hair; it was blacker than the wings of the midnight. (n, 330)
I looked upon the scene before me- upon the mere house, and
the simple landscape features of the domain- upon the bleak
walls- upon the vacant eye-like windows- upon a few rank
sedges- and upon a few white trunks of decaying trees- with an
utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly
sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller
upon opium - the bitter lapse into everyday life- the hideous
dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a
sickening of the heart - an unredeemed dreariness of thought
which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of
the sublime. What was it- I paused to think- what was it that
so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House ofUsher? It
was a mystery all insoluble; nor could I grapple with the
shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered, I was
forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion, that
while, beyond doubt, there are combinations of very simple
natural objects which have the power of this affecting us, still
the analysis of this power lies among considerations beyond our
depth. (n, 397-8)
the excessiveness of the tale itself. The shrieks and ringing sounds
of the narrative are echoed within the castle, but their reference is
actually displaced and has a significance still more terrifying: the
attempts of Madeleine to escape from a living death in her coffin.
And Usher is finally forced to distinguish fact from fiction, the
reality from the ideal, in an effort that actually destroys him:
For Roderick Usher a recall to reality can only take the form of
death! His immersion in an imaginative world has been
purchased at an intolerable price, for his sister as for himself. 'The
Fall ofthe House ofUsher', like 'The Masque ofthe Red Death',
represents the failure of all such attempts to create a self-sufficient
aesthetic domain, though for Poe this was a deeply cherished
dream none the less, as 'The Domain of Arnheim' testifies.
For all his eccentricity there is a strange nobility in Roderick
Usher, but the same can scarcely be said of the narrator who styles
himself William Wilson, whom Poe quite explicitly conceives as
being thoroughly depraved because ofhis ungovernable passions.
'William Wilson' is the prototype of a whole series of Poe
narratives in which the protagonist is presented as being
completely under the sway of irrational forces and thus totally
unable to hold back from the commission of the most frightful
crimes. Such a formulation also points the way in which the
traditional dominance of reason or conscience is subverted in
Poe's writing, since such destructive compulsions are always
already there in the excessive hero, so that what he lacks above all
is some restraining power in the mind that can bring him up with a
jerk in the midst of his obsession or otherwise deflect him from his
course.
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The contest was brief indeed. I was frantic with every species of
wild excitement, and felt within my single arm the energy and
power of a multitude. In a few seconds I forced him by sheer
strength against the wainscoting, and thus, getting him at
mercy, plunged my sword, with brute ferocity, repeatedly
through and through his bosom. (n, 447)
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Boston and one of the first to throw ballast over the side, is later
reduced to the role of anxious and distraught witness as the young
Emerson energetically hurls overboard the remaining cargo of
American Protestantism and sends the light craft swaying and
frantically rocking on its unknown journey into the empyrean.
The debate was inaugurated by Channing in his address
'Likeness to God' of 1828, in which he was concerned to combat
the traditional Calvinist distinction between the elect and the
damned, a doctrine which, he believed, simply encouraged a sense
of fatalism and despair. Against this Channing insisted on the
weight of Christian testimony that lent support to ideas of divinity
in human nature. But Channing's discourse itself was to be read in
the context of an ongoing debate about the nature of the Christian
message, in which Channing, though stressing its more hopeful
side, never for one moment doubted that man's moral nature
manifested itself in his capacity to choose between good and evil.
He recognised that to insist on the human capacity for
development and self-realisation could have disruptive
consequences if it were to be at the expense of normal social
existence. In words that acquire an oddly prophetic cast from the
direction subsequently taken by Transcendentalism, he warned
that 'To resemble our Creator we need not fly from society' and
that to do so mi9ht lead to 'disproportion, distortion, and
sickliness of mind'.
Sampson Reed, a disciple ofSwedenborg and, like Channing, a
significant influence on Emerson in his formative years, was more
radical. Reed inverted the terms of the whole of the discussion.
The great sin was not to proclaim man's divinity but to deny it.
Moreover, this was not a greatness by proxy but an actual
indwelling divine presence in which the distinction between man
and God is obliterated. Although man must acknowledge the
ultimate source of his power, his sense of himself is nevertheless
transfigured by the consciousness of himself as a divine vessel:
'Know then that genius is divine not when man thinks that he is
God, but when he acknowledges that his powers are from God.
Here is the link of the finite with the infinite, of the divine with the
human: this is the humility which exalts.' 8
But Reed's message was ultimately less inspiriting than it
appeared to be, since its uplift was purchased at a heavy price. By
attributing so much in human activity to the workings of the
divine, he effectively denied man any autonomous significance in
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All things with which we deal, preach to us. What is a farm but
a mute gospel? The chaff and the wheat, weeds and plants,
blight, rain, insects, sun,- it is a sacred emblem from the first
furrow of spring to the last stack which the snow of winter
overtakes in the fields (1, 26)
that no book can ever entirely free itself from the contingent
circumstances that produce it.
Emerson's thinking on this matter was stimulated by his
reading of Madame de Stael. In a notebook entry of 1835 Emerson
quotes from Madame de Stael's De la littirature considerie dans ses
rapports avec les institutions sociales a passage in which she reproves
Voltaire for being too preoccupied with the particular
circumstances of his own day, circumstances that have already
been superseded: 'A writer ... who searches only into the
immutable nature of man, into those thoughts & sentiments
which must enlighten the mind in every age, is independent of
events; they can never change the order of those truths, which
such a writer unfolds ~ But the conclusion that Emerson
subsequently draws is that such a goal is impossible and it is that
impossibility that creates space for subsequent generations:
By this rhetorical trope the books of the past can be seen not as an
ageless repository of wisdom but as part of an endless process of
unfolding revelation in which they become progressively, but
never entirely, superseded. We need never be in awe of the past,
since it is we ourselves who stand at the present peak of an
ever-rising curve and so can look back not in a spirit of regret but
infused with a triumphal and exhilarating gladness: 'The books
which once we valued more than the apple of the eye, we have
quite exhausted. What is that but saying that we have come up
with the point of view which the universal mind took through the
eyes of one scribe; we have been that man, and passed on' (r, 66).
But it still remains to be explained why it is that the scholar
occupies a privileged position in society: the position of truth. At
his best the scholar represents a unity-of-being that other men in
their immersion in their specific occupations have lost. As 'Man
Thinking' (r, 62) the scholar alone can stand apart from the
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In his isolation he may feel that he is out of step with the world,
but, since that designates mere transitory appearance, the reverse
is true: 'He and he only knows the world' (I, 63). The scholar must
have confidence in himself. Sooner or later the world will come
round to his point of view. In speaking for himselfhe can speak for
everybody. To the 'worrieds' of Cambridge and Boston this
revelation must have come as a great relief. Sooner or later even
the 'huge world' (I, 69) ofJacksonian democracy would have to
submit!
'The American Scholar', though outwardly forceful and
optimistic, is nevertheless permeated by a spirit of philosophical
resignation, but with the Divinity School Address of 1838
Emerson goes over to the attack. The recluse in his monastery
suddenly storms back into the world as a turbulent wandering
friar. The Divinity School Address is the boldest of Emerson's
utterances not simply because of the frankness ofhis attack on the
institutionalised Church- 'The Church seems to totter to its fall,
almost all life extinct' (I, 84)- but because he allows no possibility
of change or renewal from within and because he takes it for
granted that all significant activity must take place outside it. The
notion of 'outside' is in all respects crucial to the sophisticated
rhetoric of Emerson's lecture, since it begins outside in the
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Preaching in the open air they will be closer both to nature and to
their fellow men. The simplicity of the original gospel message will
be restored. They will no longer be dry-as-dust ministers, cloaked
in dreary robes with bundles of pious tomes under their arm, but
will themselves be prophets, speaking frankly and openly their
glowing words.
For Emerson's own message to be convincing it is therefore
necessary that he himself should display the confidence to assume
the prophetic role. So he begins, not with some scriptural or other
text, nor with low-key introductory remarks, but by calling on
nature as a witness, and launches into a veritable blaze of poetic
language that announces the address itself as a centre of power:
breath of life. The grass grows, the buds burst, the meadow is
spotted with fire and gold in the tint offlowers. The air is full of
birds, and sweet with the breath of the pine, the balm-of-
Gilead, and the new hay. Night brings no gloom to the heart
with its welcome shade. Through the transparent darkness the
stars pour their almost spiritual rays. Man under them seems a
young child, and his huge globe a toy. The cool night bathes the
world as with a river, and prepares his eyes again for the
crimson dawn. The mystery of nature was never displayed
more happily. The corn and the wine have been freely dealt to
all creatures, and the never-broken silence with which the old
bounty goes forward has not yielded one word of explanation.
One is constrained to respect the perfection of this world in
which our senses converse. (I, 76)
the exemplary role of excessive hero, since the only true security
lies in having faith in one's own limitless possibilites and in
rejecting all conformities that stand in their way:
Yourself a newborn bard ofthe Holy Ghost, cast behind you all
conformity, and acquaint men at first hand with Deity. Look to
it first and only, that fashion, custom, authority, pleasure, and
money, are nothing to you,- are not bandages over your eyes,
that you cannot see, - but live with the privileges of
immeasurable mind. (1, 90)
knows better & much prefers his melons & his woods. Society
has no bribe for me, neither in politics, nor church, nor college,
nor city. 15
For the moment he abjures the role of swaying others and insists
that at least he himself will not be swayed. Society is nothing more
than an unstable and unreliable vortex of shifting opinions. The
scholar can become the centre by his integrity and intellectual
clarity in holding fast to his own position. Although in the
previous year Emerson had observed, 'Society is needed to the
generation of Man', 16 after the Harvard trauma he no longer saw
the necessity. His journals are filled with deprecatory and
disparaging remarks about the vanity and emptiness of the social
world. He described society as a 'Concatenation of errors'. 17 He
rejected Margaret Fuller's lofty and idealistic conception of
society and insisted against it that the social was a theatre of
negativity, a debased public forum rather than the possibility of
exultant communion that he had adumbrated in the Divinity
School Address: 'It seems to me that almost all people descend into
society. All association must be a compromise, &, what is worst,
the very flower and aroma of the flower of each of the beautiful
natures disappears as they approach each other.' 18 Emerson is
now clear that it is social existence itself that obscures the light
that every man bears in his own heart. Society is implacably
opposed to truth. It is always and necessarily the domain of
Platonic shadows: 'For society is always secondary not primary &
delights in secondaries .... Absolute truths, previous questions,
primary natures, society loathes the sound of & the name of.' 19
Emerson now sees that society is not simply something to be
resisted by a something that resists. Society is a fraying-away of the
authentic.
Emerson's conviction that the individual must resist society
introduced the possibility of dissonance into the harmonious
universe of Transcendentalism. It had been all too easy to posit a
progressive unfolding of the human spirit as it was developed by a
multiplicity of benign influences that were themselves simply the
action of the divine will, manifesting itself in an endless series of
revelations. But it was no longer possible for Emerson to posit a
complementarity between nature and society in the manner of
Sampson Reed:
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Since the question above all is whether we find the stories of the
past interesting, their truth is of slender importance. Emerson
suggests that facts gradually become fictions, but on his view there
is no reason for ever thinking them anything else, since his only
criterion is that they should minister to the needs of the spirit.
Malory's Morte d'Arthur may serve as well as, if not better than,
Thucydides.
Yet Emerson had a strange distrust of fiction which could
hardly be deduced from the above passage. He will allow fiction
on the same terms that he allows history as a boundless realm in
which to find affinities to oneself, discovering 'that the poet was no
odd fellow who described strange and impossible situations, but
that universal man wrote by his pen a confession true for one and
all' (n, 17). But this lurch back into universalism is nevertheless
disconcerting, since, if nothing human is alien, then we should
never need or wish to reject anything. If the past is precisely what
we make it, then why the apparently compelling need to diminish
it and reduce it? And why should Emerson conclude this crucial
introductory essay by privileging those who know nothing of
either history or science: 'The idiot, the Indian, the child, and
unschooled farmer's boy, stand nearer to the light by which
nature is to be read, than the dissector or the antiquary' (n, 23).
What is undoubtedly at the back of Emerson's argument is his
sense that European history is not a sacred history and that
therefore it does not count as revelation in the way that the New
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its own truth, its own sense of relevance, its own destiny. The call
from within is as peremptory and absolute as that ofj esus when he
called on the disciples to follow him. But equally the soul is
without capstan or anchorage. Since it is in an endless process of
becoming, it cannot be consistent, since this would both violate its
spontaneous creativity and impose an arbitrary and irrational
limit. Stability in the personality would be mere inertia; it is by
virtue of its changeability that the soul announces itself as a pure
and undiluted source of power: 'Power ceases in the instant of
repose; it resides in the moment of transition from a past to a new
state, in the shooting of the gulf, in the darting to an aim. This one
fact the world hates; that the soul becomes' (n, 40). In this
compelling definition it almost becomes unnecessary for the soul
to struggle against the past, since the past figures as a
phenomenon that is simply produced by a ceaseless and relentless
movement of consciousness, which, in so far as it recedes into the
distance, merely serves as index and benchmark of that
dynamism. Society thinks it can resist even when it is already
outworn, yet society itself is silently changing and reforming as it
moves irresistibly behind the leading edge of the wave. Everything
is caught up in this relentless whirlwind of subjectivity. In the fury
of Emerson's rhetoric, self-reliance ceases to be a maxim and
becomes a truism. There simply is no other reality.
Emerson undoubtedly believes that his doctrine of self-reliance
needs to be set in a wider context, but it is by no means certain that
the remaining essays solely to qualify his original emphasis. In
every case Emerson seems somewhat equivocal: on the one hand
somewhat disposed to soften the edges and to offer concessions,
yet on the other simultaneously strengthening and reasserting his
case. At once talking peace and preparing for war. In
'Compensation' Emerson reasserts what seems to have been
passed by, the interrelatedness of all phenomena. Everything that
operates in the universe will find something that will
counterbalance it, correct it or restrain it. Every single action will
have its consequences. For every benefit there is a price to be paid.
But the corollary is not that self-reliance is just another tendency
that will be cancelled out by something else. On the contrary,
'There is a deeper fact in the soul than compensation, to, wit, its
own nature. The soul is not Compensation, but a life' (n, 70).
While not denying that the world is a network of relations in
which the soul figures, as he himself says in 'History'- 'A man is a
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Yet Emerson's twists and turns here are difficult to follow, since he
follows this almost immediately by writing,
where dollars and cents begin. What the two men do share,
though, is a commitment to the ideal of the Transcendental
Superman, to awakening the greatness inherent in everyone. As
Thoreau noted in his journal, 'Speak to men as to gods and you
will not be insincere.' 1
Emerson's belief that the individual must make himself the
centre of existence justifies going to Walden pond, for under this
dispensation it is no longer on the periphery. Thoreau's own
consciousness can make it into the axis of the world. Indeed, in the
very busyness of the world people can become forgetful of
themselves and lose sight of their own greatness, so those who
speak ofloneliness have simply misconceived the whole issue:
struck out ahead of the rest to point the way that others may
follow. Thoreau sees himself as the contemporary hero.
In truth Walden is a self-dramatising, self-advertising and
deeply duplicitous book that seeks to mask its excessive ambitions
behing a fac;ade of commonsense and practicality. In the epigraph
which he selected for the book Thoreau frankly admitted that he
intended 'to brag as lustily as chanticleer in the morning, standing
on his roost, if only to wake my neighbours up' (p. 5), yet the
opening of Walden is one of the most artfully calculated and
misleading beginnings in the whole ofworld literature, intended
to throw the reader off the scent and disarm him from the start.
Thoreau states,
Thoreau who draws a sharp dis tinction between the spiritual wealth
of the poet who takes imaginative possession of the natural world,
and the farmer who, like Emerson's Miller, Locke and Manning,
merely owns it:
It is hard not to imagine that Thoreau felt the same about his own
time in the woods and equally hard not to believe that his
triumphal return as a man ofletters was not implicit from the very
start. Walden is, above all, a chance to take time out from the
current of ordinary life, a moment to think, dream and meditate,
with nature as an omnipresent stimulus.
When Thoreau extenuates his literary crime of writing so much
about himself, on the grounds that he is 'confined to this theme by
the narrowness of my experience' (p. 25), he is being equally
disingenuous, since he thinks it not restricting at all but
positively liberating, and in any event the only possible basis for
authentic and truthful utterance. His own experience is the very
last that could be considered narrow, since he alone has cast off
the shackles of habitual existence and explicitly rejected the way
of life that is mean, petty and quietly desperate. To go to the
woods is to answer an inner call to greatness that is within the
reach of every man. It is to embark on a project of self-realisation
without thinking of consequences. It is to follow the path of
spontaneity, prodigality and excess instead of remaining cabined,
cribbed and confined by customary usage. It is to refuse habitual
definitions of oneself that can obstruct interior development, to
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remain open to every inner impulse and monition: 'I was not
anchored to a house or farm, but could follow the bent of my
genius, which is a very crooked one, every moment' (p. 63).
So, despite Thoreau's achievement of building his own house,
which he trumpets at the outset, he has deliberately led his readers
astray; for really he distrusts houses and possessions, because they
serve literally and symbolically as limits, because they all too often
block off the responsiveness and receptivity to experience that he
cherishes. Symptomatically, he argues that in the American
climate permanent dwellings are unnecessary for much of the
year, implying that it is only from weakness of spirit that men are
led to resort to houses and to see them as indispensable:
But, probably, man did not live long on the earth without
discovering the convenience which there is in a house, the
domestic comforts, which phrase may have originally signified
the satisfactions of the house more than of the family; though
these may be extremely partial and occasional in those climates
where the house is associated in our thoughts with winter or the
rainy season chiefly, and two thirds of the year, except for a
parasol, is unnecessary. In our climate, in the summer, it was
formerly almost solely a covering at night. In the Indian
gazettes a wigwam was the symbol of a day's march, and a row
of them cut or painted on the bark of a tree signified that so
many times they had camped. Man was not made so large
limbed and robust but that he must seek to narrow his world,
and wall in a space such as fitted him. (p. 42)
since he has freely chosen to grow the beans and to devote his time
and attention to them, so that his consciousness of the
arbitrariness and subjectiveness of that decision imbues his
elected activity with a distinct and preposterous sense of
exhiliration. He has the strength that comes from being a free man
and thus able to fly in the face of the conventional wisdom, even in
such adventitious details.
But to be free is to seem excessive and unconstrained in the eyes
of the passive majority. Thoreau indicates his own priorities by
quoting these lines of Thomas Carew:
When I see on the one side the inert bank, -for the sun acts on
one side first, - and on the other this luxuriant foliage, the
creation of an hour, I am affected as if in a peculiar sense I stood
in the laboratory of the Artist who made the world and me, -
had come to where he was still at work, sporting on this bank,
and with excess of energy strewing his fresh designs
about. (VW,p.247)
The prophet brings truth, and, though his words may seem harsh,
hyperbolic and extreme, they must be heard. In the violent
cracking of ice, nature announces a moment of rupture with the
old and outworn. That moment also announces, in Walden, the
coming of the Superman.
Nevertheless, the pretensions of Emerson and Thoreau seem
relatively modest by comparison with those of Walt Whitman,
who was the only American writer to assume that he was the
literary Messiah his country had been calling for. With the 1855
version of 'A Song of Myself' the fledgling poet exposed himself
before the public with a frankness and bravura that has seldom
been equalled. Whitman entered the sacred portals of verse not in
a spirit of humility and trepidation, like initiates of old, but like
some showy gunfighter, who bounds through the swing doors of
some Western saloon, his guns spinning glittering silver arcs in
their miraculous passage from holster to hand, ready to take on
anything and anybody. In sounding his 'barbaric yawp over the
roofs of the world', Whitman gives notice that he will not be
dissuaded from his mission, but will continue to speak at the top of
his poetic voice until the world grudgingly comes to a stop and is
compelled to listen. Instead of remaining within the genteel salon,
he takes poetry to the streets, brandishing his verbal snake oil
before the crowds like any quack doctor and prepared to stir up his
audience as energetically as any hell-fire preacher. Whitman will
be nothing if not excessive. In language that would have blanched
the cheeks of even the most anarchic Boston radical he boasted,
All this is very far from the mood of'A Song of Myself'. Whitman
far from rejoicing with the children in the sheer plentitude of the
world and the vividness of existence, is haunted by the belief that
this can only be a transitory illusion, a momentary averting of the
gaze from malign and threatening forces.
As a young journalist working for New York newspapers
Whitman was deeply demoralised by the political corruption and
duplicity which he witnessed at first hand. In his 'Song for Certain
Congressmen' he attacked those Northern politicians, such as
Daniel Webster, who were using their influence to support and
maintain Southern slavery through their advocacy of
compromise. It was precisely because of the failure of American
politics and its representative men to express the highest values of
a democratic society that Whitman felt it was incumbent on him,
as a poet, to recall America to an awareness of its moral and
spiritual greatness. Yet this mission is more paradoxical and
contradictory than one might be disposed to imagine. For
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At the call of a noble sentiment, again the woods wave, the pines
murmur, the river rolls and shines, and the cattle low upon the
mountains, as he saw and heard them in his infancy, and with
these forms, the spells of persuasion, the keys ofpower are put
into his hands. (ECW, 1, 21)
Then he no longer needs to ask what the grass is, for he knows
already that the grass is himself. But Whitman is more radical
than Emerson, since, whereas for Emerson the world is always to
be experienced analogically and in terms of affinities, Whitman's
relation to the world is not a processing of it intellectually through
eye and mind but a direct physical encounter, a veritable orgy of
sensory contact. The individual becomes the intersection point of
a multiplicity of differences in which there no longer seems to be
any purpose in discriminating between the internal and the
external when that distinction is abolished in the act of breathing,
which is life itself:
fire, smoke and molten rock. And it is purposeless to argue with it.
To write in this conviction is to believe that one's words are
irrefutable, and what might once have seemed merely subjective
and arbitrary now becomes the bearer of an apodeictic certainty.
Whitman appears before a startled Parnassus as the first poetic
trade unionist, presenting a series of non-negotiable demands and
brusquely determined to carry the day. Although it was Emerson
who suggested the links that were to bind nature to the poet, and
the poet to his fellow men and women, it is Whitman who turns
poet-reader-world into an unbreakable, unshakeable circuit of
power. For in the immense interconnectedness of experience there
can never be any possibility of being outside it, so that there is no
position from which Whitman's utterance can be questioned. But
Whitman only appeals to the self-evident fact of existence. It rests
on the foundation of being:
Being is the one thing in the world that cannot be questioned, and
the fact that the child's query cannot be answered only proves that
the query itself is redundant, or rather contains its own answer. So
Whitman's poetry correspondingly contains its own validation- 'I
carry the plenum of proof' - and the polyphony of many voices
that blend together in one voice becomes overwhelming and
unanswerable: 'My own voice, orotund sweeping final'. In the
excessiveness of 'Song of Myself' lies its truth.
Imbued with this confidence Whitman can soar aloft and
enumerate the marvels of America with a loquaciousness of which
Emerson never dreamed. In the spirit of Audubon's Birds of
America Whitman offers a seemingly endless parade of unknown
wonders to which the only conceivable response is dazzlement,
intoxication and delight. As unfamiliar and unexplored territory
America can bemuse in a way that stale and world-weary Europe
never can. Yet in a tortuous dialectic of enthusiasm and
indifference Whitman's catalogue can also serve to banish all
sense of negativity from the universe, since in the apprehension of
an all-pervasive cosmic flow this negativity figures always as a
moment that is quickly passed, so speedily engulfed as to be
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Build therefore your own world. As fast as you conform your life
to the pure idea in your mind, that will unfold its great
proportions. A correspondent revolution on things will attend
the influx of spirit. So fast will disagreeable appearances, swine,
spiders, snakes, pests, mad-houses, prisons, enemies, vanish;
they are temporary and shall no more be seen. The sordor and
filths of nature, the sun shall dry up and the wind
exhale. (ECW, 1, 45)
Finally the poet cannot deny that the poem is an act offaith and
that he is waiting as desperately for the reader as he hopes the
reader is desperately searching for him. No other possibility can
be envisaged. The ultimate completion of the poem is preserved
by allowing that moment to be infinitely and indefinitely
postponed. For without that recognition from the reader the poet
ceases to be a Superman.
5 Nathaniel Hawthorne:
Excessive Interpretation
No American writer is more preoccupied with the excessive than
Hawthorne, and yet, ifHawthorne himself is to be believed, there
is no one less qualified than he to write about it. Excessive,
exaggerated, lurid and fanciful characters haunt the pages of
Hawthorne's work, yet Hawthorne, if not exactly disclaiming
responsibility for them, is so anxious to protest his inability to rise
to the levels of excessiveness that his subjects seem to call for that
it seems that he has rather been chosen by them than chosen them,
the reluctant amanuensis of the bizarre. In the age of the Romantic
personality and the cult of the creative artist Hawthorne
positively trumpets his lack of imagination, preferring to figure,
like Hilda in The Marble Faun, as the humble recorder of things
disturbingly vivid in themselves.
The moment when Hawthorne in the Custom House unwraps
the old, worn, faded yet still deeply flamboyant Scarlet Letter and
places it on his breast is intentionally symbolic: 'it seemed to me,
then, that I experienced a sensation not altogether physical, yet
almost so, as of burning heat; and as if the letter were not of red
cloth, but red-hot iron. I shuddered and involuntary let it fall
upon the floor' (The Scarlet Letter, p. 32). Hawthorne is not
adequate either to the moral burden that the letter represents or to
the weight of signification that the letter carries, so that The Scarlet
Letter both picks up a theme and at the same time drops it, for, as,
in some paradoxical sense, the excessive cannot be represented
except through a lack, so it is through the lack that the excessive
figures as excessively as it does. The apparent failure of
imagination that Hawthorne so pertinaciously insists on -
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The rain pattered upon the roof and the sky gloomed through
the dusty garret windows while I burrowed among these
venerable books in search of any living thought which should
burn like a coal of fire or glow like an inextinguishable gem
beneath the dead trumpery that had long hidden it. But I found
no such treasure- all was dead alike; and I could not but muse
deeply and wonderingly upon the humiliating fact that the
works of man's intellect decay like those ofhis hands. Thought
grows mouldy. (Mosses, p. 19)
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and one that uses clothing as a way of marking its divisions. The
split between puritanism and Transcendentalism can be seen as
dividing on their respective commitments to a marked and
unmarked world. For Emerson the world is legible precisely
because it is unmarked, everything in it is expressive of the
totality. But for the puritans, and, by his own admission,
Hawthorne as well, the world cannot function unless it is clearly
marked, unless certain worlds, certain signs, certain gestures are
conspicuously underlined. Meaning is not on the surface but has
the character of depth. It requires searching, sifting, excessive
interpretation. It calls for such unremitting effort as to be
indubitably demoralising. Moreover, the assumptions that
underlie it seem puzzling, because the world is somehow both
legible and illegible at the same time. Yet it would be wrong to
conclude therefore that Hawthorne's writing is ambiguous. On
the contrary, to attribute ambiguity to his texts is precisely to
nullify Hawthorne's determined struggle for meaning, his attempt
to work out an intellectual position that can acknowledge both
Emerson's concern with personal authenticity and the Calvinist
awareness of the sign.
To understand Hawthorne fully it is necessary to place his work
against the somewhat recondite backcloth of late-seventeenth-
century and early-eighteenth-century puritan thought, for, while
this background is necessarily discrepant with the figures in the
foreground, it nevertheless can serve to elucidate many puzzles.
Cotton Mather's Magnalia Christi Americana (1702) in particular
can serve as a crucial reference point, both because of its general
cultural importance and because it makes explicit the pre-modern
character of the American literary tradition. In The Order of Things
Foucault describes how a mode of perceiving the world through
an endless system of analogy and resemblance is replaced in the
seventeenth century by a classical episteme based on comparison,
measurement, difference and order. Mathematics is crucial to the
new episteme because it is a model of what language should
ideally be: an arbitrary system of signs which enables things to be
broken down and analysed into their constituent parts. But
Cotton Mather's work is completely untouched by these
European developments. His writing is figural and typological,
deploying precisely the pre-classical network of resemblances, but
it should not therefore be assumed that it is intellectually
unsophisticated. On its own terms - to make, admittedly, a
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Men must not indulge their own Fancies, as the Popish Writers
used to do, with their Allegorical Senses, as they call them;
except we have some Scripture ground for it. It is not safe to
make any thing a Type meerly upon our own fansies and
imaginations; it is Gods Prerogative to make Types 8
In short, the first Age was the golden Age: to return unto that, will
make a man a protestant, and, I may add, a Puritan. 'Tis
possible that our Lord Jesus Christ carried some thousands of
Reformers into the retirements of an American desart, on
purpose that, with an opportunity granted unto many of their
faithful servants, to enjoy the precious liberty of their Ministry,
though in the midst of many temptations all their days, He
might there, to them first, and then by them, give a specimen of
many good things, which He would have His Churches
elsewhere aspire and arise to; and this being done, he knows not
whether there be not all done, that New-England was planted
for; and whether the Plantation may not soon after this, come to
nothing. Upon that expression in the sacred Scripture, 'cast the
unprofitable servant into outer darkness', it hath been
imagined by some, that the Regiones exterae of America, are
the Tenebrae exteriores which the unprofitable are there
condemned unto. No doubt, the authors of those Ecclesiastical
impositions and severities, which drove the English Christians
into the dark regions of America, esteemed those Christians to
be a very unprofitable sort of creature. But behold, ye European
Churches, there are golden candlesticks (more than twice seven
times seven!) in the midst of this 'outer darkness' unto the
upright children of Abraham, here hath arisen light in darkness.
And, let us humble speak it, it shall be profitable for you to
consider the light which, from the midst of this 'outer darkness'
is now to be darted over unto the outer side of the Atlantic
Ocean. But we must ask your Prayers, that these 'golden
Candlesticks' may not be quickly 'removed out of their place'. 9
The question that immediately arises is, who is right- those who
see America as a irremediable place of 'outer darkness' for the
'unprofitable servant', or those who see it as a region filled with
the illumination of more than seven times seven 'golden
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much love, and peace, and many 'comforts of the Holy Spirit'
have hitherto been our greatest glory. I wish that some sad
eclipse do not come ere long upon this glory! 10
Here one can see how the figure operates as an assertion of value.
The fragility of the tradition is recognised and there is an uneasy
sense of foreboding, but the metaphor celebrates a glorious past
and the inspired preachers who kept the tradition alive. The
'golden candlesticks' - the churches themselves- are still there,
and so is the promise that they symbolically represent, but that
can only be realised if new ministers, possessed of equal fervour
and commitment, come forward to pass on the flame. In his life of
Jonathan Burr, Cotton Mather notes that Burr came to New
England at a time when 'there was not so much want of lights as of
golden candlesticks where in to place the lights', 11 thereby
implying, of course, that the contemporary problem is the reverse.
Discussing the question of a college for the training of ministers,
he writes,
imposed upon the world which can never be known to be true for
certain, but which does provide a basis for action.
The symbolic, for the puritan mind, is a way of mastering
reality, a means of domination, yet it is fraught with hazard
because of the instability and insecurity of the sign. One can never
be absolutely sure of the validity of one's interpretation, since
devils 'propose by things that are true to betray men into some fatal
misbelief and miscarriage about those that are false' . 17 Acquiring
knowledge is rather like crossing a marsh in which firmly
grounded tufts of grass that seem to offer some sense of security
are set in a deeply treacherous and uncertain morass.
An alarming instance of the problem of confirmation of
disconfirmation is provided by the case of Edward Hopkins,
Governor of Massachusetts who, after tearfully exclaiming, 'Oh!
pray for me, for I am in extreme darkness', 18 becomes suddenly
convinced that he is after all to be saved. He rejoices that the
darkness has vanished and rapturously exclaims, 'Oh! Lord, thou
hast kept the best wine until the last. Oh! friends, could you
believe this? I shall be blessed for ever; I shall quickly be in eternal
glory.' 19 But after Hopkins's death 'it was found that his heart had
been unaccountably, as it were boiled and wasted in water, until it
was become a little brittle skin, which being touched, presently
dropped in pieces'. 20 Mather draws no overt conclusion from this
ominous token; but it clearly implies the possibility that Hopkins
may have been mistaken about his salvation - the signs that he
received may either have been false or have been falsely
interpreted.
Thunder and lightning are equally uncertain signs of the divine
will. In general terms thunder should be taken as a sign of God's
might and power, yet Mather had himself noted that the houses of
ministers seemed peculiarly liable to storm damage, which would
seem to call for rather different terms of analysis. In the Magnalia
he includes a sermon preached by a minister of the gospel, 'the
voice of the Glorious God in Thunder', which was occasioned by
the outbreak of a thunderstorm while the service was going on.
The preacher took advantage of the occasion to impose on his
auditors a sense of the power and majesty of God, but he
prudently, if somewhat surprisingly, concluded by pointing out
that 'daemons have a peculiar spite at houses that are set a-part for
the peculiar service of God'. 21 Yet, given the intellectual
assumptions of the time, such a proviso was inevitable. Not to
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Mather can only write according to his lights and hope that
everything will eventually work out for the best. Finally the
mystery remains unfathomable and hidden from the eyes of men-
so Mather appropriately ends with 'God knows what will be the
END!' 23 Only the end of history can disclose what the meaning of
events has really been. So until then, in ignorance, darkness and
obscurity, men must continue in their chosen path, devoutly
hoping and praying that it is the right one. In the silence of God
there is no alternative but to play one's hunches and look for signs
that may seem to confirm them.
Hawthorne was deeply fascinated by the shifting and
treacherous nature of the puritan experience, and he recognised
that this was produced by the instability of the sign. For the
puritans, being was effaced before the relentless, unappeasable
interrogation of signs. Clothing, gesture, behaviour, language-
all these things had their meaning which must be deciphered, yet
they were always at the service of an interpretative scheme, which
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the page has a mysterious relation to his mind, and makes itself
felt, as if it were a burthen flung upon him. He is even painfully
perplexed, and grasps vainly at he knows not what. Oh, Adam,
it is too soon, too soon by at least five thousand years, to put on
spectacles, and busy yourself in the alcove of a library.
(p. 264)
After two centuries of puritan culture it seems that the real burden
that man assumed after the Fall was not sin but interpretation,
and that man lost his innocence when the book interposed
between him and nature. Emerson certainly felt this, and
Sampson Reed actually suggested that in Paradise Adam and Eve
would have had no need for language. The Garden of Eden
possessed a transparency from which we are now forever barred.
The paradoxical relationship between nature and culture, and
the troubling question as to whether art is truly second nature are
explored by Hawthorne in his story 'Rappaccini's Daughter.' In a
beautiful garden below his window in Padua, Giovanni sees a
lovely girl tending the plants. She is Beatrice Rappaccini, the
daughter of a reclusive scholar, who seeks to make medicinal
preparations from shrubs that are inherently poisonous. The
garden, though a work of art, nevertheless represents a false and
impious second nature. When Giovanni looks out over the garden
Hawthorne writes,
With a cold but not depraved nor wandering heart, and a mind
never feverish with riotous thoughts, nor perplexed with
originality, who could have anticipated that our friend would
entitle himself to a foremost place among the doers of eccentric
deeds? (Twice-told Tales, p. 131)
The representational, with its concern for detail, the typical, the
ordinary, is only one possible mode. Coming from a culture where
'wonders' and 'remarkable occurrences' were of the essence,
Hawthorne was not totally overawed by the European masters.
What is more, he suggests that the Romance may offer superior
insight into human behaviour, since its special concern is with 'the
truth of the human heart'. The depiction of a public world of
institutions and manners may deflect attention to relatively trivial
aspects of human life and fail to focus on the more crucial inner
life. People do not invariably parade their feelings in obvious ways
or wear their hearts on their sleeve, and a fiction that fails to
recognise this or offers knowledge of human behaviour without
considering how such knowledge is to be obtained is being less
than candid. In the English novel there are mechanisms of
complication and disentanglement. There is a propulsive
narrative movement that itself produces meaning and that
purports to lay bare the facts through a sequence of actions. The
parody culmination of all this is in the TV detective series, where
an initial 'mystery' is suddenly resolved by the precipitous flight of
a generally suspicious looking character in a car, so that the car
chase itself is the solution to the problem. For Hawthorne there is
no necessity at all that truth will out. By contrast, there is an
orientation to the sign rather than to the event. By Dickensian or
Trollopean standards the movement of his fiction is strangely
jerky and elliptical, as it focusses on discontinuous and barely
perceptible moments, endeavouring to register the muffled
thrusts of the authentic as they are felt through heavily occulted
layers. It is this activity of interpretation that produces truth.
The dream of lucidity is undermined at the very start of The
Scarlet Letter. For what gives the novel its deliberately baffling and
teasing character is precisely the preternatural clarity and
vividness of its opening scene. Hawthorne does not simply set his
narrative running: he presents it in terms of sharp contrasts and
inescapable structural oppositions that announce a heavily
inflected conflict of values. On the one hand, we have the stained
and ponderous oak door of the prison, massively studded with
iron spikes; on the other, the delicate profusion of the wild rose
bush. Here the sombrely clad puritan spectators; there Hester
Prynne - the named person - wearing a fantastically decorated
red gown, which seems to express 'the attitude of her spirit, the
desperate recklessness of her mood, by its wild and picturesque
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Such a portrait can hardly fail to repel- and yet this clarity and
determination of purpose, Hawthorne believes, is what the
modern era profoundly lacks. Yet the puritan ancestors were
excessive and the Pyncheons pay symbolically for their insatiable
acquisitiveness with the uncheckable flow of blood that becomes
the family curse. Hawthorne's understanding is itself relentlessly
typological. Holgrave's daguerrotype reveals the 'secret
character' (p. 91) of Jaffrey and thereby exposes him as a
repetition from the past. Jaffrey's benevolent demeanour is
infinitely more ingratiating than that of his more forceful
predecessors, but beneath this false exterior the old traits persist.
In many of Hawthorne's fictions we are forced to ponder the
hidden homologies between past and present. In The Scarlet Letter
we can scarcely fail to think of Dimmesdale returning from the
forest as Emerson returning from the woods, or to see Hester as a
prophetic anticipation of the modern spirit. And is not
Hawthorne's martyrdom as the Custom-House as much a shadow
of Hester's as Hester herself is a type of 'the sainted Ann
Hutchinson' (p. 48)? In The Blithedale Romance Hollingsworth
preaches from the very pulpit that Eliot was supposed to have
used in converting the Indians; measured against Eliot he appears
as a diminished and morally corrupted shadow of a once-noble
sense of purpose. So a 'sunny glimpse' (p. 3 7) of a future state of
society may appear rather as a distorted echo from the past.
Hawthorne never fails to deplore excessiveness, yet its appearance
in his novels has a peculiar fascination, creating around it a
forcefield that simultaneously attracts and repels.
The excess of the letter in the marketplace scene has two faces:
that of the puritan moralism which imposes it and, at the same
Nathaniel Hawthorne 197
Her breast, with its badge of shame, was but the softer pillow for
the head that needed one. She was self-ordained a Sister of
Mercy; or, we may rather say, the world's heavy hand has so
ordained her, when neither the world nor she looked forward to
this result. The letter was the symbol of her calling. Such
helpfulness was found in her,- so much power to do, and power
to sympathise, - that many people refused to interpret the
scarlet A by its original signification. They said it meant Able;
so strong was Hester Prynne, with a woman's strength.
(p. 161)
and his secret identity as the father of Hester's child. The name of
Arthur Dimmesdale is as decisively marked as that of John
Norton, both because it anagrammatically incorporates the word
'Adulterer' and because it points toward his occluded existence:
that Hester can actually give him, that revives the minister's spirits
so forcefully, that can raise 'a spirit so shattered and subdued' (p.
197). Dimmesdale is infused with Hester's boldness, courage and
strength. He is even brought to share in her inimitable spirit of
defiance. If for Hester 'The scarlet letter was her passport into
regions where other women dared not tread' (p. 199),
Dimmesdale feels similarly liberated from the moral constraints
and constrictions of his office: 'It was the exhilarating effect -
upon a prisoner just escaped from the dungeon of his own heart-
of breathing the wild, free atmosphere of an unredeemed,
unchristianized, lawless region' (p. 201). It is certainly apt that
the context for such a description should be the American
wilderness, but it seems none the less surprising that Hawthorne
should present Dimmesdale in such an anarchic way. But we shall
never arrive at a true estimation of the climax of Hawthorne's
novel unless we recognise that Dimmesdale's behaviour is
shocking, scandalous and beyond the bounds of moderation.
On his return from the wilderness Dimmesdale is filled with a
mood of wild abandon, which prompts him , to perform or
contemplate performing a variety of irreverent and sacrilegious
acts. Such thoughts on his part are undoubtedly sinful and give
credence to the view of Mistress Hibbens that he is in league with
the forces of darkness. Indeed Hawthorne presents his excesses in
the most censorious terms:
The sham and the excessive are one in their disruption of the
commonplace with its many shades of grey.
Blithedale is perceived the more readily as theatre because of its
separation from the constraints of workaday American life, its
small number of actors, and because all are obliged to follow
Nathaniel Hawthorne 209
But, the next instant, she was too powerful for all my opposing
struggles. I saw how fit it was that she should make herself as
gorgeous as she pleased, and should do a thousand things that
would have been ridiculous in the poor, thin, weakly characters
of other women. To this day, however, I hardly know whether I
then beheld Zenobia in her truest attitude, or whether that was
the truer one in which she had presented herself at Blithedale.
In both, there was something like the illusion which a great
actress flings around her. (p. 165)
years, since he last heard from me, may he not have deemed his
earthly task accomplished? ... If I find him at all, it will
probably be under some mossy grave-stone, inscribed with a
half-obliterated name, which I shall never recognize. (p. 2)
The Faun is the marble image of a young man, leaning his right
arm on the trunk or stump of a tree; one hand hangs carelessly
by his side; in the other, he holds the fragments of a pipe, or
some sylvan instrument of music. His only garment- a lion's
skin, with the claw upon his shoulder- falls half-way down his
back, leaving the limbs and entire front of the figure nude .
. . . The animal nature, indeed, is a most essential part of the
Faun's composition; for the characteristics of the brute creation
meet and combine with those of humanity, in this strange, yet
true and natural conception of antique poetry and art.
Praxiteles has subtly diffused, throughout his work, that mute
mystery which so hopelessly perplexes us, whenever we attempt
to gain an intellectual or sympathetic knowledge of the lower
orders of creation. The riddle is indicated, however, only by two
definite signs; these are the two ears of the Faun, which are
Nathaniel Hawthorne 215
dressed as stag, wolf, goat and bear, there is actually a real bear
who takes part in the dance. Hawthorne remarks,
1. Louis Legrand Noble, The Life and Works of Thomas Cole, ed. E. S. Vesell
(Cambridge, Mass., 1964) p. 72.
2. Ibid., p. 148.
3. Quoted in Perry Miller, The Life of the Mind in America (New York, 1965) p.
302.
4. Daniel]. Boors tin, The Americans: The National Experience (London, 1966) p.
352.
5. Walt Whitman, The Complete Poems, ed. F. Murphy (London, 1975) pp.
741-2.
6. Ibid., pp. 742-3.
7. Ibid., p. 749.
8. Ibid., p. 760.
9. William H. Prescott, The History of the Conquest of Peru, ed. J. F. Kirk
(London, 1886) p. 126.
10. William H. Prescott, The History of the Conquest of Mexico, ed. J. F. Kirk
(London, 1886) p. 178.
11. Ibid., p. 313.
12. Ibid., pp. 313-14.
13. Francis Parkman, La Salle and the Discovery of the Great West (New York,
1956) p. 146.
14. Ibid., pp. 226--7.
15. Ibid., p. 225.
16. Ibid., p. 319.
17. James Fenimore Cooper, Notions of the Americans (New York, 1963) n, 44.
18. James Parton, Famous Americans of Recent Times (New York, 1967), p. 88.
19. Ibid., pp. 138--9.
20. H. von Holst,john C. Calhoun (Boston, 1882), p. 199.
21. John William Ward, Andrew jackson- Symbol for an Age (New York, 1955)
p. 159.
22. See Alan Heimert, 'Moby-Dick and American Political Symbolism',
American Quarterly, 15 (Winter 1963) 498--534.
23. Ward, Andrew jackson, pp. 164-5.
24. Robert V. Remini, Andrew jackson (New York, 1969) pp. 97-8.
25. Sydney Nathans, Daniel Webster and jacksonian Democracy (Baltimore and
London, 1973) p. 70.
26. Parton, Famous Americans, p. 58.
221
222 Notes
27. Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Journals and Miscellaneous Notebooks, Ix;
~ ed. R. H. Orth and A. R. Ferguson (Cambridge, Mass., 1971), pp.
250--1.
28. Parton, Famous Americans, p. 204.
29. Ibid., p. 203.
30. Harriet Martineau, Retrospect of Western Travel (London, 1838) I, 179.
31. Ibid., I, 182.
32. Ibid., I, 148.
33. Parton, Famous Americans, p. 5.
34. Ibid., p. 45.
35. The Happy Republic, ed. G. E. Probst (New York, 1962) p. 125.
36. American Social History, ed. A. Nevins (New York, 1923) p. 261.
37. Ibid.
38. Captain Frederick Marryat, A Diary in America, ed. Sydney Jackman (New
York, 1962) p. 62.
39. Ibid., p. 26.
40. Alexis de Tocqueville, Democracy in America, ed. and abridged R. D.
Heffner (New York, 1956) p. 184.
41. Harriet Martineau, Sociery in America (New York, 1966), p. 185.
42. Charles Dickens, American Notes and Pictures from Italy, with intro. and notes
by Andrew Lang (New York, 1898) pp. 295-6.
43. Marryat, Diary, p. 140.
44. Selected Letters of P. T. Barnum, ed. A. H. Saxon (New York, 1983) p. 15.
45. Quoted in Constance Rourke, Trumpets ofjubilee (New York, 1963) p. 24.
46. Quoted ibid., p. 33.
47. Quoted in Whitney R. Cross, The Burned-Over District (New York, 1965) p.
210.
48. See Anne C. Rose, Transcendentalism as a Social Movement 1830-1850 (New
Haven, Conn., and London, 1981) Appendix B, p. 233.
49. Quoted in Alice Felt Tyler, Freedom's Ferment (New York, 1962) p. 337.
50. Michael Chevalier, Sociery, Manners and Politics in the United States, ed.J. W.
Ward (Gloucester, Mass., 1967), p. 167.
51. Dickens, American Notes, p. 294.
Page references to works by Cooper are given in the text. For most novels, the
edition cited is the Leatherstocking Edition (London, 1867-9). The exceptions
are The Red Rover (London, 1834) and The Pioneers, ed.J. F. Beard, L. Schachterle
and K. M. Andersen,Jr (Albany, N.Y., 1980).
Quotations from Hawthorne cite the Centenary Edition (Columbus, Ohio) and
page references are given in the text. The individual volumes cited are The
Blithedale Romance (1964), The House of the Seven Gables (1965), The Marble Faun
( 1968), The Scarlet Letter ( 1972), Mosses from an Old Manse ( 1972), The Snow Image
and Uncollected Tales ( 1972) and Twice-told Tales ( 1974).
226
Index 227
Foucault, Michel, 172, 177-8 Lawrence, David Herbert, 30
Fuller, Margaret, 134 Levi-Strauss, Claude, 50
Lewis, Matthew, 201, 217
Gardiner, W. H., 55 Lewis, R. W. B., 174
Glanville,Joseph, 107-8 Louis XIV, I 0
Godwin, William, 20 I Lowell, James Russell, 5-6
Political Justice, 89
Caleb Williams, 88, 203 Malory, Sir Thomas, 137
Goethe, johann Wolfgang von, 72 Margry, Pierre, 9
Goodrich, S. G., 16 Marryat, Frederick, 19, 21
Grattan, T. C., 19 Martineau, Harriet, 16-17, 20
Mather, Cotton, 212
Harrison, William Henry, 15, 19 Magnalia Christi Americana, I 72-82
Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 2, 25, 28, Mather, Samuel, 174
169--220 Maturin, Charles, 21 7
'The Birthmark', 190-1 Melville, Herman, 2, 28, 213
The Blithedale Romance, 196, 197, Israel Potter, 42
206-13 Moby-Dick, 13
'Ethan Brand', 190 Pierre, 86
The House of the Seven Gables, 191, Redburn, 183
195-6,213 Miller, Perry, 5
The Marble Faun, 199, 213-20 Montcalm, Louisjoseph, Marquis
'The Maypole of the de,9
Merrymount', 205, 215-16 Montezuma, 8
'The Minister's Black Veil', 187-8
'My Kinsman Major Molyneux', Nathans, Sydney, 14
184-5 Nevius, Blake, 83
'The New Adam and Eve', 185-6 Nietzsche, Friedrich, 189
'Rappaccini's Daughter', 186-7 Norton,John, 178,201
The Scarlet Letter, 169--72, 192-206, Novalis, 98
210, 213 Noyes, john Humphrey, 25
'Wakefield', 189--90
'Young Goodman Brown', 183-4 Owen, Robert, 25
Henry, Patrick, 12
Hitchcock, Alfred, 31 Parkman, Francis, 7, 9--11
Holderlin, Friedrich, 98 Parton,James, 11-12, 17
Hopkins, Edward, 181, 198, 212 Pascal, Blaise de, I 76
Peabody, Elizabeth Palmer, 126
Irving, Washington, 16, 28 Pizarre, Francisco, 7-8
Plato, 139
Jackson, Andrew, 11-15, 19, 22, 161, Poe, Edgar Allan, 2, 13, 28, 88, 97-
198 118
'Berenice', 105-6
Kant, Immanuel, 5 'The Black Cat', 116-1 7
Kierkegaard, S0ren, 36 'The Domain of Arnheim', 113
Kimball, Moses, 22 'Eleonora', 109
'The Fall of the House of Usher',
Land, Charles, 25 109-13
La Salle, Robert Cavalier, 10 'The Gold bug', I 03-5
228 Index