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That darker grows the shortening day,
And colder blows the wintry air !
The wrecks of passion and desire,
The castles I no more rebuild, May fitly feed my drift-wood fire,
And warm the hands that age has chilled.
I know the solemn monotone
Of waters calling unto me ;
That whisper of the Eternal Sea.
As low my fires of drift-wood burn,
I hear that sea's deep sound increase. And, fair in sunset light, discern
Its mirage-lifted Isles of Peace.
MONG the passengers in the ship which
brought Winthrop and Dudley to the New World was William Hathorne, the ancestor of the novelist. A man of character, versatile, naturally eloquent, and a born leader, he rose to a position of influence in the colony. One of his sons, John Hathorne, was destined to sinister renown as a judge at the trials for witchcraft held at Salem in 1691.
Daniel Hathorne, a grandson of the old witch judge, took to the sea, and during the Revolutionary War served as a privateersman. He had seven children. Nathaniel, his third son, also a
a sea-captain, married Elizabeth Clarke Manning, and became the father of Nathaniel Hawthorne,
Julian Hawthorne: Nathaniel Hawthorne and his wife, second edition, 1885.
Horatio Bridge : Personal Recollections of Nathaniel Hawthorne, 1893
G. E. Woodberry: Nathaniel Hawthorne, American Men of Letters,' 1902.