Idolatry

Julian Hawthorne
Idolatry

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Title: Idolatry A Romance
Author: Julian Hawthorne
Release Date: July 13, 2005 [EBook #16283]
Language: English
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IDOLATRY:
A ROMANCE.
by

JULIAN HAWTHORNE.

BOSTON: JAMES R. OSGOOD AND COMPANY, LATE TICKNOR
& FIELDS, AND FIELDS, OSGOOD, & CO. 1874.
University Press: Welch, Bigelow, & Co., Cambridge.
CONTENTS
Dedication
I. The Enchanted Ring
II. Out of Egypt
III. A May Morning
IV. A Brahman
V. A New Man with an old Face
VI. The Vagaries of Helwyse
VII. A Quarrel
VIII. A Collision Imminent
IX. The Voice of Darkness
X. Helwyse Resists the Devil
XI. A Dead Weight
XII. More Vagaries
XIII. Through a Glass
XIV. The Tower of Babel

XV. Charon's Ferry
XVI. Legend and Chronicle
XVII. Face to Face
XVIII. The Hoopoe and the Crocodile
XIX. Before Sundown
XX. Between Waking and Sleeping
XXI. We Pick Up Another Thread
XXII. Heart and Head
XXIII. Balder Tells an Untruth
XXIV. Uncle Hiero at Last
XXV. The Happiness of Man
XXVI. Music and Madness
XXVII. Peace and Good-will
XXVIII. Betrothal
XXIX. A Chamber of the Heart
XXX. Dandelions
XXXI. Married
XXXII. Shut In
XXXIII. The Black Cloud

DEDICATION
To ROBERT CARTER, ESQ.
Not the intrinsic merits of this story embolden me to inscribe it to you,
my dear friend, but the fact that you, more than any other man, are
responsible for its writing. Your advice and encouragement first led me
to book-making; so it is only fair that you should partake of whatever
obloquy (or honor) the practice may bring upon me.
The ensuing pages may incline you to suspect their author of a
repugnance to unvarnished truth; but,--without prejudice to
Othello,--since varnish brings out in wood veins of beauty invisible
before the application, why not also in the sober facts of life? When the
transparent artifice has been penetrated, the familiar substance
underneath will be greeted none the less kindly; nay, the observer will
perhaps regard the disguise as an oblique compliment to his powers of
insight, and his attention may thus be better secured than had the
subject worn its every-day dress. Seriously, the most matter-of-fact life
has moods when the light of romance seems to gild its earthen
chimney-pots into fairy minarets; and, were the story-teller but sure of
laying his hands upon the true gold, perhaps the more his story had of it,
the better.
Here, however, comes in the grand difficulty; fact nor fancy is often
reproduced in true colors; and while attempting justly to combine life's
elements, the writer has to beware that they be not mere cheap
imitations thereof. Not seldom does it happen that what he proffers as
genuine arcana of imagination and philosophy affects the reader as a
dose of Hieroglyphics and Balderdash. Nevertheless, the first duty of
the fiction-monger--no less than of the photographic artist doomed to
produce successful portraits of children-in-arms--is, to be amusing; to
shrink at no shifts which shall beguile the patient into procrastinating
escape until the moment be gone by. The gentle reader will not too
sternly set his face against such artifices, but, so they go not the length
of fantastically presenting phenomena inexplicable upon any
common-sense hypothesis, he will rather lend himself to his own
beguilement. The performance once over, let him, if so inclined, strip

the feathers from the flights of imagination, and wash the color from
the incidents; if aught save the driest and most ordinary matters of fact
reward his researches, then let him be offended!
De te fabula does not apply here, my dear friend; for you will show me
more indulgence than I have skill to demand. And should you find
matter of interest in this book, yours, rather than the author's, will be
the merit. As the beauty of nature is from the eye that looks upon her,
so would the story be dull and barren, save for the life and color of the
reader's sympathy.
Yours most sincerely,
JULIAN HAWTHORNE.

IDOLATRY

I.
THE ENCHANTED RING.
One of the most imposing buildings in Boston twenty years ago was a
granite hotel, whose western windows looked upon a graveyard.
Passing up a flight of steps, and beneath a portico of dignified granite
columns, and so through an embarrassing pair of swinging-doors to the
roomy vestibule,--you would there pause a moment to spit upon the
black-and-white tessellated
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