There is no remoteness of life and thought, no hermetically sealed seclusion, except, possibly, that of the grave, into which the ...

The following story, the simple and domestic incidents of which may be deemed scarcely worth relating, after such a lapse of time, a...

The moonbeams came through two deep and narrow windows, and showed a spacious chamber, richly furnished in an antique fashion. From ...

At fifteen, I became a resident in a country village, more than a hundred miles from home. The morning after my arrival--a September...

The other day, having a leisure hour at my disposal, I stepped into a new museum, to which my notice was casually drawn by a small a...

An Imaginary Retrospect. Come! another log upon the hearth. True, our little parlor is comfortable, especially here, where the...

A Sketch of Transitory Life. Methinks, for a person whose instinct bids him rather to pore over the current of life, than to p...

Being the Carrier's Address to the Patrons of "The Salem Gazette" for the 1st of January, 1838. ADDRESS. Kin...

A Fairy Legend I have sometimes produced a singular and not unpleasing effect, so far as my own mind was concerned, by imagi...

On a bright summer evening, two persons stood among the shrubbery of a garden, stealthily watching a young girl, who sat in the wind...

Every Sabbath morning in the summer time I thrust back the curtain, to watch the sunrise stealing down a steeple, which stands opp...

There is snow in yonder cold gray sky of the morning!-and, through the partially frosted window-panes, I love to watch the gradual ...

Last night, between eleven and twelve o'clock, when the Old Year was leaving her final foot prints on the borders of Time's ...

O! I have climbed high, and my reward is small. Here I stand, with wearied knees, earth, indeed, at a dizzy depth below, but heaven ...

Rambling on foot in the spring of my life and the summer of the year, I came one afternoon to a point which gave me the choice of th...

The man of fancy made an entertainment at one of his castles in the air, and invited a select number of distinguished personages to ...

(SCENE.--The corner of two principal streets.--[Essex and Washington Streets, Salem.]--The Town Pump talking through its nose.) ...

My unfortunate friend P. has lost the thread of his life by the interposition of long intervals of partially disordered reason. The ...

[This story was suggested by an anecdote of Stuart, related in Dunlap's History of the Arts of Design,--a most entertaining book...

The lover of the moral picturesque may sometimes find what he, seeks in a character which is nevertheless of too negative a descript...