"She hath good skill at her needle, that's certain," remarked

one of her female spectators; "but did ever a woman, before this

brazen hussy, contrive such a way of showing it? Why, gossips,

what is it but to laugh in the faces of our godly magistrates,

and make a pride out of what they, worthy gentlemen, meant for a

punishment?"

"It were well," muttered the most iron-visaged of the old dames,

"if we stripped Madame Hester's rich gown off her dainty

shoulders; and as for the red letter which she hath stitched so

curiously, I'll bestow a rag of mine own rheumatic flannel to

make a fitter one!"

"Oh, peace, neighbours--peace!" whispered their youngest

companion; "do not let her hear you! Not a stitch in that

embroidered letter but she has felt it in her heart."

The grim beadle now made a gesture with his staff. "Make way,

good people--make way, in the King's name!" cried he. "Open a

passage; and I promise ye, Mistress Prynne shall be set where

man, woman, and child may have a fair sight of her brave apparel

from this time till an hour past meridian. A blessing on the

righteous colony of the Massachusetts, where iniquity is dragged

out into the sunshine! Come along, Madame Hester, and show your

scarlet letter in the market-place!"

A lane was forthwith opened through the crowd of spectators.

Preceded by the beadle, and attended by an irregular procession

of stern-browed men and unkindly visaged women, Hester Prynne

set forth towards the place appointed for her punishment. A

crowd of eager and curious schoolboys, understanding little of

the matter in hand, except that it gave them a half-holiday, ran

before her progress, turning their heads continually to stare

into her face and at the winking baby in her arms, and at the

ignominious letter on her breast. It was no great distance, in

those days, from the prison door to the market-place. Measured

by the prisoner's experience, however, it might be reckoned a

journey of some length; for haughty as her demeanour was, she

perchance underwent an agony from every footstep of those that

thronged to see her, as if her heart had been flung into the

street for them all to spurn and trample upon. In our nature,

however, there is a provision, alike marvellous and merciful,

that the sufferer should never know the intensity of what he

endures by its present torture, but chiefly by the pang that

rankles after it. With almost a serene deportment, therefore,

Hester Prynne passed through this portion of her ordeal, and

came to a sort of scaffold, at the western extremity of the

market-place. It stood nearly beneath the eaves of Boston's

earliest church, and appeared to be a fixture there.

In fact, this scaffold constituted a portion of a penal machine,

which now, for two or three generations past, has been merely

historical and traditionary among us, but was held, in the old

time, to be as effectual an agent, in the promotion of good

citizenship, as ever was the guillotine among the terrorists of

France. It was, in short, the platform of the pillory; and above

it rose the framework of that instrument of discipline, so

fashioned as to confine the human head in its tight grasp, and

thus hold it up to the public gaze. The very ideal of ignominy

was embodied and made manifest in this contrivance of wood and

iron. There can be no outrage, methinks, against our common

nature--whatever be the delinquencies of the individual--no

outrage more flagrant than to forbid the culprit to hide his

face for shame; as it was the essence of this punishment to do.

In Hester Prynne's instance, however, as not unfrequently in

other cases, her sentence bore that she should stand a certain

time upon the platform, but without undergoing that gripe about

the neck and confinement of the head, the proneness to which was

the most devilish characteristic of this ugly engine. Knowing

well her part, she ascended a flight of wooden steps, and was

thus displayed to the surrounding multitude, at about the height

of a man's shoulders above the street.




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