Wondering Weekend #10
Sorry it's a day late, but here is what I've been wondering about this weekend!
There have been many a great men and women in history worth remembering. Some heros who should have been honored with a holiday have long been forgotten. Some have been over praised and given a false image. But there is one man who we mustn't forget. His writings have captured the true feelings of man greater than any other. Who is this writer? Let us look at the life of Nathaniel Hawthorne.
This great author was born on July 4th, 1804, in Salem Massachusetts. (His birthplace has been preserved and is open to the public today.) He is of English / Puritan descent. Hawthorne’s first ancestor who came to America was William Hathorne, his great-great-great-grandfather. William became an important citizen of the Massachusetts Bay Colony and held many political positions including magistrate and judge. (He became infamous for his harsh sentencing.) His son, and Nathaniel’s great-great-grandfather, John Hathorne, was one of the judges who oversaw the Salem Witch Trials. (It is thought that when Nathaniel learned of this, that he added the “w” to his surname in his early twenties in an effort to disassociate himself from his notorious forebears.) Nathaniel Hathorne, Sr., the author’s father, was a sea captain who died in 1808 of yellow fever in Suriname. After his death, 4 year old Nathaniel, his mother, and two sisters moved in with maternal relatives, the Mannings, in Salem. They lived there for 10 years. During this time, on November 10, 1813, 9 year old Hawthorne was hit on the leg while playing “bat and ball.” He became lame and bedridden for a year, though several physicians could find nothing wrong with him.
In the summer of 1816, the family lived as boarders with farmers before moving to a home specifically built for them by Hawthorne’s uncles Robert and Richard Manning in Raymond, Maine, near Sebago Lake. Hawthorne loved living in Maine. He wrote later in his life: “Those were delightful days, for that part of the country was wild then, with only scattered clearings, and nine tenths of it primeval woods.” Despite his love of Maine he was sent back to Salem in 1819 for school and soon complained of homesickness and being too far from his mother and sisters. To entertain himself he made his own newspaper, The Spectator, in August and September 1820. It was written by hand and included essays, poems, and news utilizing the young author’s developing adolescent humor. He gave seven issues to his family.

Despite protests, Hawthorne’s uncle Robert insisted that he attend college. With the financial support of his uncle, he was sent to Bowdoin College in 1821. This college was chosen for him partly because he had family connections in the area and also because of its relatively inexpensive tuition rate. While on his way to and at college the author-to-be met many soon-to-be important people such as Franklin Pierce, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Jonathan Cilley, and Horatio Bridge. After his time at college he wrote, “I was educated (as the phrase is) at Bowdoin College. I was an idle student, negligent of college rules and the Procrustean details of academic life, rather choosing to nurse my own fancies than to dig Greek roots and be numbered among the learned Thebans.”
As for his early career, he served as an editor in 1836 of the American Magazine of Useful and Entertaining Knowledge. He boarded with the poet Thomas Green Fessenden on Hancock Street in Beacon Hill, Boston at this time. He was offered a job as weighter and gauger at the Boston Custom House. He accepted at a salary of $1,500 a year on January 17, 1839. He rented a room during his time there from George Hillman Stillard, business partner of Charles Summer. While living there, he wrote in comparative obscurity in what he called the “owl’s nest.” Later on in life, he wrote this looking back: “I have not lived, but only dreamed about living.” He wrote some short stories, including “Young Goodman Brown” and “The Minister’s Black Veil.” Some of his stories were collected into one volume titled Twice-Told Tales.
Interestingly, while at college Hawthorne bet his friend Jonathan Cilley a bottle of Madeira wine that Cilley would get married before he did. By 1836, he won this bet. But not long after his friend got married did Nathaniel meet transcendentalist Sophia Peabody. In pursuit of a home for himself and Sophia, he joined the transcendentalist Utopian community at Brook Farm in 1841. It is important to note that he did not join because he agreed with the experiment, but that he was just seeking a way to gain money to marry Sophia. He had to pay a $1,000 deposit and was put in charge of shoveling the hill of manure referred to as “the Gold Mine.” Although he left later that year, he was inspired by his adventure at Brook Farm for his novel The Blithedale Romance. He married Sophia on July 9, 1842. They were very happy together, and Sophia was constantly amazed at what he could write. She very much enjoy reading his works. They had three children together - Una, Julian, and Rose.
Throughout his life, Nathaniel Hawthorne wrote many, many books, stories, and articles. The book that most know him for is The Scarlet Letter. Even during his life, this book was immensely popular. It sold 2,500 volumes within ten days and earned Hawthorne $1,500 over 14 years. Even in London was this book talked about. Some of his other most noted works are The House of the Seven Gables and Tanglewood.
Before his death, he was able to meet Abraham Lincoln. He was of failing health at the age of 60, and while on a tour of the White Mountains, he died in his sleep on May 19, 1864. Hawthorne is buried in what is known as “Author’s Ridge” in Sleepy Hollow Cemetery, Concord Massachusetts. Sadly, he was prevented from completing a few more romances. His family was devastated by his death, but lived on.
In the end, Nathaniel Hawthorne led an honest life. Although he was in a lot of ways just like everyone else, he was extremely talented when he had a pen in his hand. He could capture the true desires of the hearts of men in words like no other. He should be remembered as a great husband, father, and writer.