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IDOLATRY:
A ROMANCE.
BY
JULIAN HAWTHORNE.
BOSTON:
JAMES R. OSGOOD AND COMPANY,
Late Ticknor & Fields, and Fields, Osgood, & Co.
1874.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1874,
by james r. osgood & co.,
in the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.
University Press: Welch, Bigelow, & Co.,
Cambridge.
CONTENTS
- Dedication
- The Enchanted Ring
- Out of Egypt
- A May Morning
- A Brahman
- A new Man with an old Face
- The Vagaries of Helwyse
- A Quarrel
- A Collision Imminent
- The Voice of Darkness
- Helwyse Resists the Devil
- A Dead Weight
- More Vagaries
- Through a Glass
- The Tower of Babel
- Charon's Ferry
- Legend and Chronicle
- Face to Face
- The Hoopoe and the Crocodile
- Before Sundown
- Between Waking and Sleeping
- We Pick Up Another Thread
- Heart and Head
- Balder Tells an Untruth
- Uncle Hiero at Last
- The Happiness of Man
- Music and Madness
- Peace and Good-will
- Betrothal
- A Chamber of the Heart
- Dandelions
- Married
- Shut In
- The Black Cloud
DEDICATION
To ROBERT CARTER, Esq.
Not the intrinsic merits of this story embolden me to inscribe it to you, my dear friend, but the fact that you, more than any other man, are responsible for its writing. Your advice and encouragement first led me to book-making; so it is only fair that you should partake of whatever obloquy (or honor) the practice may bring upon me.
The ensuing pages may incline you to suspect their author of a repugnance to unvarnished truth; but,—without prejudice to Othello,—since varnish brings out in wood veins of beauty invisible before the application, why not also in the sober facts of life? When the transparent artifice has been penetrated, the familiar substance underneath will be greeted none the less kindly; nay, the observer will perhaps regard the disguise as an oblique compliment to his powers of insight, and his attention may thus be better secured than had the subject worn its every-day dress. Seriously, the most matter-of-fact life has moods when the light of romance seems to gild its earthen chimney-pots into fairy minarets; and, were the story-teller but sure of laying his hands upon the true gold, perhaps the more his story had of it, the better.
Here, however, comes in the grand difficulty; fact nor fancy is often reproduced in true colors; and while attempting justly to combine life's elements, the writer has to beware that they be not mere