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the last conversation on the scaffold
another conversation between Hester, Dimmesdale, and Pearl
An interview with Arthur Dimmesdale following his revelation that he is actually the father of Pearl
a medical report for arthur dimmesdale that fell out of his FBI file
a conversation between pearl, dimmesdale, and hester. (guest appearance by chillingsworth)
We recently pulled the FBI file on Arthur Dimmesdale to furthur our understand his character.
A Double Voice Poem between Dimmesdale and the people of Puritan Boston
Dimmesdale
The People
Be not silent fromany pity for him, Hester, though he were to stand there beside thee, yet better were it so, than to hide a guilty heart
She bears her shame alone
This child of its father’s guilt
She is of demon origin
I need no medicine
With each Sabbath, your cheeks grow paler
There are such men, guilty as they may be, they shrink from displaying themselves black and filthy in the view of men
These men deceive themselves
At the great judgment day, I must stand People of New England, ye that have loved me, ye that have deemed me holy, at last I stand upon the spot where, seven years since, I should have stood. Lo the scarlet letter which Hester wears, ye have all shuddered at it, but there stood one in the midst of you, ye have not shuddered
As Pearl kissed him, a spell was broken
Farewell
A rap about dimmesdale's unstable mind. By JARMD.
Scaffold - one last time
Ghastly look with which he regarded them
Something at once strangely triumphant motion
Which was her characteristics, as if impelled by inevitable fate
Against her strongest reached him
Before she reached him.
With a piercing earnestness so merciful who gives grace
This last moment my own heavy sin and miserable agony
Years ago, come hither Thy strength, Hester
Guided by the will of God granted me
A tumul stood more immediately
Taken by perplexed purport of what they saw
Unable to receive the explanation readily presented any other
Scaffold - a second time
Walking in the shadow of a dream under the influence of of somnambulism
Reached the spot of hour of public ignominy
The same platform black and weather-stained
Storm or sunshine seven long years tread of many culprits
Who ascended remained beneath
The minister unvaried pall of cloud muffled
The whole expanse stood eyewitnesses sustained punishment
Summoned forth discerned no face nor hardly the outline of a human shape
The dark gray of the midnight no peril of discovery
The minister might redden in the east
Chill night-air would creep into his frame
Scaffold - the first time
Scaffold constituted penal machine
For two or three generations merely historical
But was held old in time effectual
Agent in good citizenship
Guillotine in short of the pillory
Rose that instrument of discipline as to confine the human
Thus hold it up to the public gaze ideal of ignominy embodied
Manifest this contrivance of iron
Noo outrage our common nature
The delinquencies no outrage flagrant to forbid
Dimmesdale, a man full of guilt, weeping, and cowering, his chest aches of the secret that has caused him nothing but despair and regret, trying to feel a connection with the women that he let down and left alone in the darkness, stands upon the scaffold, his heart begins to feel with more guilt, his eyes, drooping in sadness, his heart becomes as heavy as solid stone, he falls into a deep coma of sorrow, his mistake will haunt him for the rest of his days.
The Scarlet A
Standing alone in this big world-wind of speculation, Hester held the hand she knew, Pearl’s helping hand, guiding her mother to protection, away from the preoccupied and hustling world, which seemed to mask Hester’s problems; however Hester had to ask herself this question, “in bitterness of her heart, whether it were for ill or good that the poor little creature had been born at all” (113).
The Scarlet A
Mr. Dimmesdale reached the spot, still remaining its place, below the balcony of the meeting house, the same place Hester Prynne stood; the platform was weather-stained with the storm and sunshine that made its mark seven years ago, the time when the infamous Mistress Prynne occupied the space –townsmen gathered and on-lookers gawked at the punishment that awaited her –now it is Mr. Dimmesdale’s turn to stand there, driven by remorse; but no one, no eyes, will gather in the town square on the dark, desolate evening; it is God who has called him there, however, he will not be discovered except by the cold, chilly air cutting through his body.
The Scarlet A
Obituary
Arthur Dimmesdale passed away last Sabbath, election day. His death is quite unusual, as he died after delivering what many say to be the most powerful sermon of his career. Following his sermon he ascended the scaffold and proclaimed his sins. He announced that it was he that fathered a child with Mistress Hester Prynne all those years ago. He expressed deep remorse and regret that he left Hester to suffer alone, and that little Pearl never had a father. Arthur Dimmesdale died young, in his late twenties. Minister Dimmesdale was an inspiring minister and was loved by the people of Boston. He is survived by his illegitimate daughter Pearl. He will buried in King’s Chapel graveyard.