Sweetest, thou dost please me much by criticising thy husband's stories, and finding fault with them. Salem, Septr. 10th, 1841 --- A.M. hawthorneswords.blogspot.com/2014/09/sweete…

Why should they meet destruction from the radiance that proves the salvation of other beings? September 10th 1852 hawthorneswords.blogspot.com/2015/09/why-sh…

I wonder whether they will ever hold another parliament in the Piazza of Santa Croce! September 10th 1858 hawthorneswords.blogspot.com/2014/09/i-wond…

These ghostly fathers must have been very improper persons in their lifetime September 11th 1858 hawthorneswords.blogspot.com/2014/09/these-…

Mr. Thaxter took me over to Smutty Nose in his dory September 11th 1852 hawthorneswords.blogspot.com/2015/09/mr-tha…

It is quite impossible to give an idea of these rocky shores, -- how confusedly they are tossed together September 12th 1852 hawthorneswords.blogspot.com/2015/09/it-is-…

So there he sits in the sea-breezes, when inland people are probably drawing their chairs to the fireside September 13th 1852 hawthorneswords.blogspot.com/2014/09/so-the…

one of those heavenly days that render autumn, after all, the most delightful season of the year Wednesday, September 13th 1843 hawthorneswords.blogspot.com/2014/09/one-of…

But what a dolt is thy husband, thus to obtrude his counsel in the place of thine own inspiration! Salem, September 14th, 1841 A. M. hawthorneswords.blogspot.com/2014/09/but-wh…

Did you ever behold such a vile scribble as I write since I became a farmer? September 16th 1841 hawthorneswords.blogspot.com/2014/09/did-yo…

what a spiritual charm it gives to a book to feel that every letter has been individually wrought September 17th 1858 hawthorneswords.blogspot.com/2014/09/what-s…

exhorting thee to be as happy as the angels 54 Pinckney St. Sept. 18th, 1840. 8 o'clock P. M. hawthorneswords.blogspot.com/2014/09/exhort…

How the summer time flits away, even while it seems to be loitering onward, arm in arm with autumn! September 18th 1842 hawthorneswords.blogspot.com/2014/09/how-su…

wherewith Providence occasionally unknots a seemingly inextricable difficulty West Newton, Septr. 19th, 1851 hawthorneswords.blogspot.com/2014/09/wherew…

Lying by the lake yesterday afternoon, with my eyes shut, while the waves and sunshine were playing together on the water, the quick glimmer of the wavelets was perceptible through my closed eyelids. September 19th 1850 #hawthorne

We were amused with a pair of Englishmen who went through the gallery September 21st 1858 hawthorneswords.blogspot.com/2014/09/we-wer…

slowly adapting myself to the life of this queer community Brook Farm, September 22nd, 1841 hawthorneswords.blogspot.com/2014/09/slowly…

I will tell thee my adventures when I come. Salem, Sept. 23rd, 1851 hawthorneswords.blogspot.com/2014/09/i-will…

I never felt sure of going to Heaven, till I knew that you loved me Boston, September 23d 1839. 1/2 past 6 P. M. hawthorneswords.blogspot.com/2014/09/i-neve…

It is a sort of suicide at least, -- a shedding of one's own blood -- to kill them September 23rd. 1858 hawthorneswords.blogspot.com/2014/09/it-is-…