inglefleld's

Updated: June 27, 2025

John Inglefleld's rough visage brightened with the glow of his heart, as it grew warm and merry within him; once or twice, even, he laughed till the room rang again, yet seemed startled by the echo of his own mirth. The grave young minister became as frolicsome as a school-boy. Mary, too, the rosebud, forgot that her twin-blossom had ever been torn from the stem, and trampled in the dust.

Nathaniel Hawthorne - John Inglefield's Thanksgiving: (From: "The Snow Image and Other Twice-Told Tales")