"I have been measuring coal all day on board of a black little British schooner, in a dismal dock at the north-end of the city"  

• Nathaniel Hawthorne
• January 1868 Issue

Personal musings from the renowned American author

• Nathaniel Hawthorne
• December 1866 Issue

Personal musings from the renowned American author

• Nathaniel Hawthorne
• November 1866 Issue

Personal musings from the renowned American author

• Nathaniel Hawthorne
• October 1866 Issue

Personal musings from the renowned American author

• Nathaniel Hawthorne
• September 1866 Issue

Personal musings from the renowned American author

• Nathaniel Hawthorne
• August 1866 Issue

Personal musings from the renowned American author

• Nathaniel Hawthorne
• July 1866 Issue

Personal musings from the renowned American author

• Nathaniel Hawthorne
• June 1866 Issue

Personal musings from the renowned American author

• Nathaniel Hawthorne
• May 1866 Issue

Personal musings from the renowned American author

• Nathaniel Hawthorne
• April 1866 Issue

Personal musings from the renowned American author

• Nathaniel Hawthorne
• March 1866 Issue

Personal musings from the renowned American author

• Nathaniel Hawthorne
• February 1866 Issue

Personal musings from the renowned American author

• Nathaniel Hawthorne
• January 1866 Issue

The second section of an unfinished novel by Nathaniel Hawthorne

• Nathaniel Hawthorne
• January 1865 Issue

The opening section of an unfinished novel by Nathaniel Hawthorne  

• Nathaniel Hawthorne
• July 1864 Issue

“Among this people … dinner has a kind of sanctity quite independent of the dishes that may be set upon the table.”

• Nathaniel Hawthorne
• August 1863 Issue

“How difficult to believe that anything so precious as a germ of immortal growth can have been buried under this dirt-heap, plunged into this cesspool of misery and vice!”

• Nathaniel Hawthorne
• July 1863 Issue

“It seems … as if the heart of London had been cleft open for the mere purpose of showing how rotten and drearily mean it had become.”

• Nathaniel Hawthorne
• May 1863 Issue

“Greenwich … is beautiful, a spot where the art of man has conspired with Nature, as if he and the great mother had taken counsel together how to make a pleasant scene.”

• Nathaniel Hawthorne
• March 1863 Issue