Young Goodman Brown and Other Stories

a few, they carved no hopeful verse upon his tombstone

he could not listen because an anthem of sin rushed loudly upon his ear

Had Goodman Brown fallen asleep in the forest and only dreamed a wild dream of a witch-meeting?

What God doth the wizard pray to?" q

Deacon Gookin was at domestic worship, and the holy words of his prayer

The good old minister was taking a walk along the graveyard to get an appetite for breakfast and meditate his sermon

is the nature of mankind. Evil must be your only happiness. Welcome again, my children, to the communion of your race."

if his once angelic nature could yet mourn for our miserable race

shall be yours to penetrate, in every bosom, the deep mystery of sin, the fountain of all wicked arts, and which

eager for widows' weeds, has given her husband a drink at bedtime and let him sleep his last sleep in her bosom; how beardless youths have made haste to inherit their fathers' wealth; and how fair damsels—blush not, sweet ones—have dug little grave