The Whole History of Grandfather's Chair
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Hawthorne Nathaniel. The Whole History of Grandfather's Chair
AUTHOR’S PREFACE
PART I. 1620-1692
CHAPTER I. GRANDFATHER AND THE CHILDREN AND THE CHAIR
CHAPTER II. THE PURITANS AND THE LADY ARBELLA
CHAPTER III. A RAINY DAY
CHAPTER IV. TROUBLOUS TIMES
CHAPTER V. THE GOVERNMENT OF NEW ENGLAND
CHAPTER VI. THE PINE-TREE SHILLINGS
CHAPTER VII. THE QUAKERS AND THE INDIANS
CHAPTER VIII. THE INDIAN BIBLE
CHAPTER IX. ENGLAND AND NEW ENGLAND
CHAPTER X. THE SUNKEN TREASURE
CHAPTER XI. WHAT THE CHAIR HAD KNOWN
APPENDIX TO PART I
PART II. 1692-1763
CHAPTER I. THE CHAIR IN THE FIRELIGHT
CHAPTER II. THE SALEM WITCHES
CHAPTER III. THE OLD-FASHIONED SCHOOL
CHAPTER IV. COTTON MATHER
CHAPTER V. THE REJECTED BLESSING
CHAPTER VI. POMPS AND VANITIES
CHAPTER VII. THE PROVINCIAL MUSTER
CHAPTER VIII. THE OLD FRENCH WAR AND THE ACADIAN EXILES
CHAPTER IX. THE END OF THE WAR
CHAPTER X. THOMAS HUTCHINSON
APPENDIX TO PART II
PART III. 1763-1803
CHAPTER I. A NEW-YEAR’S DAY
CHAPTER II. THE STAMP ACT
CHAPTER III. THE HUTCHINSON MOB
CHAPTER IV. THE BRITISH TROOPS IN BOSTON
CHAPTER V. THE BOSTON MASSACRE
CHAPTER VI. A COLLECTION OF PORTRAITS
CHAPTER VII. THE TEA PARTY AND LEXINGTON
CHAPTER VIII. THE SIEGE OF BOSTON
CHAPTER IX. THE TORY’S FAREWELL
CHAPTER X. THE WAR FOR INDEPENDENCE
CHAPTER XI. GRANDFATHER’S DREAM
APPENDIX TO PART III
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GRANDFATHER had been sitting in his old arm-chair all that pleasant afternoon, while the children were pursuing their various sports far off or near at hand, Sometimes you would have said, “Grandfather is asleep;” hut still, even when his eyes were closed, his thoughts were with the young people, playing among the flowers and shrubbery of the garden.
He heard the voice of Laurence, who had taken possession of a heap of decayed branches which the gardener had lopped from the fruit-trees, and was building a little hut for his cousin Clara and himself. He heard Clara’s gladsome voice, too, as she weeded and watered the flower-bed which had been given her for her own. He could have counted every footstep that Charley took, as he trundled his wheelbarrow along the gravel-walk. And though’ Grandfather was old and gray-haired, yet his heart leaped with joy whenever little Alice came fluttering, like a butterfly, into the room. Sire had made each of the children her playmate in turn, and now made Grandfather her playmate too, and thought him the merriest of them all.
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When the mint-master had grown very rich, a young man, Samuel Sewall by name, came a-courting to his only daughter. His daughter – whose name I do not know, but we will call her Betsey – was a fine, hearty damsel, by no means so slender as some young ladies of our own days. On the contrary, having always fed heartily on pumpkin-pies, doughnuts, Indian puddings, and other Puritan dainties, she was as round and plump as a pudding herself. With this round, rosy Miss Betsey did Samuel Sewall fall in love. As he was a young man of good character, industrious in his business, and a member of the church, the mint-master very readily gave his consent.
“Yes, you may take her,” said he, in his rough way, “and you’ll find her a heavy burden enough!”
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