We were interrupted in the delightfull Employment by the entrance of Augustus, (Edward's freind) who was just returned from a solitary
ramble.
We know that in Rome he was given to
ramble about among the poor people, and the taste did not quit him in Middlemarch.
Hester felt herself, in some indistinct and tantalizing manner, estranged from Pearl, as if the child, in her lonely
ramble through the forest, had strayed out of the sphere in which she and her mother dwelt together, and was now vainly seeking to return to it.
Two or three times she lost her way by turning down the wrong corridor and was obliged to
ramble up and down until she found the right one; but at last she reached her own floor again, though she was some distance from her own room and did not know exactly where she was.
`To the right about.' Let us return the way we came; we may yet reach Gloucester to-night, though late; whereas, if we proceed, we are likely, for aught I see, to
ramble about for ever without coming either to house or home." "I have already told you my resolution is to go on," answered Jones; "but I would have you go back.
The moors, where you
ramble with him, are much nicer; and Thrushcross Park is the finest place in the world.'
If the reader choose, let him do his own meditation; or if he prefer to
ramble with me through the twenty years of Wakefield's vagary, I bid him welcome; trusting that there will be a pervading spirit and a moral, even should we fail to find them, done up neatly, and condensed into the final sentence.
"I have a fancy for one more
ramble in Prince Edward Island woods before I leave Canada again.
He had scarcely the power of understanding anything that had passed, until, after a long
ramble in the quiet evening air, a burst of tears came to his relief, and he seemed to awaken, all at once, to a full sense of the joyful change that had occurred, and the almost insupportable load of anguish which had been taken from his breast.
"I had rather be with you," he said, "in your solitary
rambles, than with these Scotch people, whom I do not know; hasten, then, my dear friend, to return, that I may again feel myself somewhat at home, which I cannot do in your absence."
The passages from Sketches from Memory show that Hawthorne had visited the mountains in one of his occasional
rambles from home, but there are no entries in his Note Books which give accounts of such a visit.
As summer advances, he gives up his bachelor
rambles, and bethinking himself of housekeeping duties, returns home to his mate and his new progeny, and marshals them all for the foraging expedition in quest of winter provisions.