mysterious emblem--for
no other apparent cause--he became
man of awful power over souls that were in agony for sin
His converts always regarded him with
dread peculiar to themselves, affirming, though but figuratively, that, before he brought them to celestial light, they
behind the black veil
Its gloom, indeed, enabled him to sympathize with all dark affections
Dying sinners cried aloud
Hooper, and
yield their breath till he appeared; though ever, as he stooped to whisper consolation, they shuddered
veiled face so near their own
Such were the terrors
black veil, even when Death had bared his visage ! Strangers came long distances to attend service at his church,
mere idle purpose of gazing at his figure, because
forbidden them to behold his face
But many were made to quake ere they departed ! Once, during Governor Belcher's administration, Mr Hooper was appointed to preach the election sermon
Covered
black veil, he stood
chief magistrate, the council,
representatives, and wrought so deep an impression,
legislative measures
year were characterized by all the gloom and piety
earliest ancestral sway

manner Mr Hooper spent
long life, irreproachable in outward act, yet shrouded in dismal suspicions; kind and loving, though unloved, and dimly feared;
man apart from men, shunned in their health and joy, but ever summoned
aid in mortal anguish
As years wore on, shedding their snows above his sable veil, he acquired
name
New England churches,
called him Father Hooper
Nearly all his parishioners, who were of mature age when
settled,
borne away by many
funeral: he had one congregation
church, and
more crowded one
churchyard; and having wrought so late
evening, and done his work
,
now good Father Hooper's turn to rest

Several persons were visible
shaded candlelight,
death chamber
old clergyman
Natural connections he had none
But
the decorously grave, though unmoved physician, seeking only to mitigate the last pangs
patient whom
save
There were the deacons, and other eminently pious members
church
There, also,
Reverend Mr Clark, of Westbury,
young and zealous divine, who had ridden in haste to pray
bedside
expiring minister
the nurse, no hired handmaiden of death, but one whose calm affection had endured thus long in secrecy, in solitude, amid the chill of age, and
perish, even
dying hour
Who, but Elizabeth ! And there lay the hoary head of good Father Hooper
death pillow,
black veil still swathed about his brow, and reaching down over his face,
each more difficult gasp
faint breath caused it to stir
All through life that piece of crape had hung between him
world: it had separated him from cheerful brotherhood and woman's love, and kept him
saddest of all prisons, his own heart; and still it lay upon his face,
to deepen the gloom
darksome chamber, and shade him
sunshine of eternity

For
previous, his mind
confused, wavering doubtfully
past
present, and hovering forward, as it were, at intervals,
indistinctness
world
There
feverish turns, which tossed him from side to side, and wore away what little strength he had
But
most convulsive struggles, and
wildest vagaries
intellect, when no other thought retained its sober influence, he still showed an awful solicitude lest the black veil should slip aside
Even if his bewildered soul
forgotten,
faithful woman
pillow, who, with averted eyes,
covered that aged face, which she had last beheld
comeliness of manhood
the death-stricken old man lay quietly
torpor of mental and bodily exhaustion, with an imperceptible pulse, and breath that grew fainter and fainter, except when
long, deep, and irregular inspiration seemed to prelude the flight
spirit

The minister of Westbury approached the bedside

"Venerable Father Hooper," said he, "the moment of your release is at hand
ready
lifting
veil that shuts
from eternity ? "
Father Hooper at first replied merely by
feeble motion
head; then, apprehensive, perhaps, that his meaning
doubted, he exerted himself

"Yea," said he, in faint accents, "my soul hath
patient weariness until that veil be lifted
"
"
it fitting," resumed the Reverend Mr Clark, "that
man so given to prayer,
blameless example, holy in deed and thought,
as mortal judgment may pronounce;
fitting that
father
church should leave
shadow
memory,
seem to blacken
life so pure ? I pray you, my venerable brother, let not this thing be ! Suffer us
gladdened by your triumphant aspect
go to your reward
veil of eternity be lifted, let me cast aside this black veil from your face ! "
And thus speaking, the Reverend Mr Clark bent forward to reveal the mystery of
years
But, exerting
sudden energy, that made all the beholders stand aghast, Father Hooper snatched both his hands from beneath the bedclothes, and pressed them strongly
black veil, resolute to struggle,
minister of Westbury would contend with
dying man

"Never ! " cried the veiled clergyman
"On earth, never ! "
"Dark old man ! " exclaimed the affrighted minister, "with what horrible crime upon your soul
now passing
judgment ? "
Father Hooper's breath heaved; it rattled
throat; but, with
mighty effort, grasping forward
hands, he caught hold of life, and held it back till
speak
He even raised himself in bed; and there he sat, shivering
arms of death around him, while the black veil hung down, awful,
last moment,
gathered terrors of
lifetime
And yet the faint, sad smile, so often there, now seemed to glimmer from its obscurity, and linger on Father Hooper's lips

"Why
tremble at me alone ? " cried he, turning his veiled face round the circle of pale spectators
"Tremble also at
! Have men avoided me, and women shown no pity, and children screamed and fled, only
black veil ? What, but the mystery which it obscurely typifies,
this piece of crape so awful ?
friend shows his inmost heart
friend; the lover
best beloved; when man
vainly shrink
eye
Creator, loathsomely treasuring up the secret
sin; then deem me
monster,
symbol beneath which
lived, and die ! I look around me, and, lo ! on every visage
Black Veil ! "
While his auditors shrank from one another, in mutual affright, Father Hooper fell back upon his pillow,
veiled corpse, with
faint smile lingering
lips
Still veiled, they laid him
coffin, and
veiled corpse they bore him
grave
The grass of many years has sprung up and withered
grave, the burial stone is moss-grown, and good Mr Hooper's face is dust; but awful is still the thought
mouldered beneath the Black Veil !