Nathaniel Hawthorne

Nathaniel Hawthorne

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Portrait of Nathaniel Hawthorne Nathaniel Hawthorne Mosses from an Old Manse/Mrs. Bullfrog (1837)

You have discovered, perhaps, some little imperfections in your bride. Well, what did you expect? Women are not angels. If they were, they would go to heaven for husbands; or, at least, be more difficult in their choice on earth."
"But why conceal those imperfections?" interposed I, tremulously.
"Now, my love, are not you a most unreasonable little man?" said Mrs. Bullfrog, patting me on the cheek. "Ought a woman to disclose her frailties earlier than the wedding day?
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Portrait of Nathaniel Hawthorne Nathaniel Hawthorne Mosses from an Old Manse/Mrs. Bullfrog (1837)

I was the accomplished graduate of a dry goods store, where, by dint of ministering to the whims of fine ladies, and suiting silken hose to delicate limbs, and handling satins, ribbons, chintzes calicoes, tapes, gauze, and cambric needles, I grew up a very ladylike sort of a gentleman. It is not assuming too much to affirm that the ladies themselves were hardly so ladylike as Thomas Bullfrog.
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Portrait of Nathaniel Hawthorne Nathaniel Hawthorne Mosses from an Old Manse/Mrs. Bullfrog (1837)

Now, I am a fidgety little man, and always love to have something in my fingers; so that, being debarred from my wife's curls, I looked about me for any other plaything. On the front seat of the coach there was one of those small baskets in which travelling ladies who are too delicate to appear at a public table generally carry a supply of gingerbread, biscuits and cheese, cold ham, and other light refreshments, merely to sustain nature to the journey's end. Such airy diet will sometimes keep them in pretty good flesh for a week together.
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