Mabel Martin, a Harvest Idyl; and other poems Part 4 From Volume I of The Works of John Greenleaf Whittier — Inside the Classic
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She looked in Esek Harden's face.
"O truest friend of all'" she said, "God bless you for your kindly thought, And make me worthy of my lot!"
He led her forth, and, blent in one, Beside their happy pathway ran The shadows of the maid and man.
He led her through his dewy fields, To where the swinging lanterns glowed, And through the doors the huskers showed.
"Good friends and neighbors!" Esek said, "I'm weary of this lonely life; In Mabel see my chosen wife!
"She greets you kindly, one and all; The past is past, and all offence Falls harmless from her innocence.
"Henceforth she stands no more alone; You know what Esek Harden is;-- He brooks no wrong to him or his.
"Now let the merriest tales be told, And let the sweetest songs be sung That ever made the old heart young!
"For now the lost has found a home; And a lone hearth shall brighter burn, As all the household joys return!"
Oh, pleasantly the harvest-moon, Between the shadow of the mows, Looked on them through the great elm--boughs!
On Mabel's curls of golden hair, On Esek's shaggy strength it fell; And the wind whispered, "It is well!"
THE PROPHECY OF SAMUEL SEWALL.
The prose version of this prophecy is to be found in Sewall's The New Heaven upon the New Earth, 1697, quoted in Joshua Coffin's History of Newbury. Judge Sewall's father, Henry Sewall, was one of the pioneers of Newbury.
UP and down the village streets Strange are the forms my fancy meets, For the thoughts and things of to-day are hid, And through the veil of a closed lid The ancient worthies I see again I hear the tap of the elder's cane, And his awful periwig I see, And the silver buckles of shoe and knee. Stately and slow, with thoughtful air, His black cap hiding his whitened hair, Walks the Judge of the great Assize, Samuel Sewall the good and wise. His face with lines of firmness wrought, He wears the look of a man unbought, Who swears to his hurt and changes not; Yet, touched and softened nevertheless With the grace of Christian gentleness, The face that a child would climb to kiss! True and tender and brave and just, That man might honor and woman trust.
Touching and sad, a tale is told, Like a penitent hymn of the Psalmist old, Of the fast which the good man lifelong kept to With a haunting sorrow that never slept, As the circling year brought round the time Of an error that left the sting of crime, When he sat on the bench of the witchcraft courts, With the laws of Moses and Hale's Reports, And spake, in the name of both, the word That gave the witch's neck to the cord, And piled the oaken planks that pressed The feeble life from the warlock's breast! All the day long, from dawn to dawn, His door was bolted, his curtain drawn; No foot on his silent threshold trod, No eye looked on him save that of God, As he baffled the ghosts of the dead with charms Of penitent tears, and prayers, and psalms, And, with precious proofs from the sacred word Of the boundless pity and love of the Lord, His faith confirmed and his trust renewed That the sin of his ignorance, sorely rued, Might be washed away in the mingled flood Of his human sorrow and Christ's dear blood!
Green forever the memory be Of the Judge of the old Theocracy, Whom even his errors glorified, Like a far-seen, sunlit mountain-side By the cloudy shadows which o'er it glide I Honor and praise to the Puritan Who the halting step of his age outran, And, seeing the infinite worth of man In the priceless gift the Father gave, In the infinite love that stooped to save, Dared not brand his brother a slave "Who doth such wrong," he was wont to say, In his own quaint, picture-loving way, "Flings up to Heaven a hand-grenade Which God shall cast down upon his head!"
Whittier's 'Mabel Martin' begins not with the title character but with a proem that frames the poem as a memory: 'I call the old time back.' The speaker recalls a summer day by a river, with thrushes and pine trees, and a woman whose presence 'makes our common landscape seem / Fairer than any of which painters dream.' This opening establishes a pattern of shifting between present reflection and past narrative, a structural device that recurs throughout the volume.
The poem then moves to 'The River Valley,' a section that describes a 'grassy, rarely trodden way' leading to a steep drop overlooking a valley. The landscape is rendered in precise detail—'over-leaning harebells,' 'roots half bare' on pine trees—before the narrative shifts to a husking scene. This movement from broad landscape to specific human activity is a recurring technique in Whittier's work.
Landscape as Threshold
The opening sections of 'Mabel Martin' use landscape as a threshold between the speaker's present and the story's past. The river valley is described as a 'dull plain' that falls 'sheer off, steep-slanted,' a geological feature that mirrors the narrative descent into the poem's central conflict. Whittier lingers on the physical details: 'the over-leaning harebells swing, / With roots half bare the pine-trees cling.' These images of precarious attachment—roots barely holding, flowers swinging—foreshadow the social precariousness of the witch's daughter.
The husking scene that follows is introduced with a shift in rhythm: the descriptive lines give way to dialogue and action. The contrast between the static landscape and the bustling harvest creates a structural tension that Whittier maintains throughout the poem. The valley itself becomes a character, its 'glimmering water-line' and 'broad fields of corn' providing a backdrop that is both idyllic and charged with historical memory.
The Witch's Daughter: Silence and Speech
In 'The Witch's Daughter,' Whittier gives voice to Mabel Martin through the reactions of others. The community's suspicion is conveyed not through direct accusation but through averted eyes and whispered words. The poem's structure here relies on what is left unsaid: the reader learns of Mabel's mother's execution for witchcraft through the proem's note, not through the characters' dialogue. This indirection creates a sense of historical weight pressing on the present action.
When Mabel does speak, her words are few and measured. Whittier contrasts her quiet dignity with the clamor of the husking, where 'the merry voices rose and fell.' The poem's movement between these registers—communal noise and individual silence—mirrors the social dynamics of exclusion. The recurring image of the river, 'wavering' and 'glimmering,' serves as a visual counterpart to Mabel's uncertain position between acceptance and ostracism.
The Champion and the Shadow
The section titled 'The Champion' introduces a figure who defends Mabel, but Whittier does not immediately reveal his identity or motives. Instead, the poem builds suspense through a series of delayed revelations: the champion's words are reported indirectly, and his actions are described in terms of their effect on the crowd. The structure here is episodic, with each stanza advancing the narrative by a single beat.
In 'In the Shadow,' the poem shifts to a more introspective mode. The champion's intervention has created a pause in the action, and Whittier uses this pause to explore Mabel's inner state. The imagery darkens: 'the shadow of the great pine fell / Across the door.' This literal shadow echoes the figurative shadow of her mother's fate. The poem's movement from public spectacle to private reflection is a structural pattern that Whittier repeats, allowing the reader to see both the social and personal dimensions of the story.
The Betrothal and the Prophecy
The final section of 'Mabel Martin,' 'The Betrothal,' resolves the narrative with a marriage that symbolically reintegrates Mabel into the community. Whittier handles this resolution with restraint: the betrothal is announced rather than dramatized, and the poem ends with a return to the landscape imagery of the opening. The 'river valley' is now described as 'fairer for the love that blessed,' a subtle transformation that suggests healing without erasing the past.
The volume also includes 'The Prophecy of Samuel Sewall,' a poem that shifts from the personal to the historical. Sewall, a judge who later repented his role in the Salem witch trials, speaks in a prophetic voice. The juxtaposition of these two poems—one about a witch's daughter, the other about a judge's remorse—creates a dialogue about guilt and redemption. Whittier's structure here is thematic rather than chronological, linking the poems through shared concerns rather than narrative continuity.
Readers approaching this volume should attend to the way Whittier moves between descriptive passages and dramatic scenes. The poems reward attention to recurring images—the river, the pine trees, the play of light and shadow—that carry thematic weight across different narratives. The historical note on Susanna Martin provides essential context, but the poems themselves resist simple moralizing. Whittier's restraint in depicting the witch trials' horrors makes their presence felt through absence and implication.
There’s a quiet ache in Mabel Martin—the way light falls on the Merrimac, then fades, like a memory you can’t quite hold. I felt that same lingering warmth flipping through Collected Poems: Volume Two — A Reader’s Guide, the way one poem’s shadow seems to soften the next. It just stays with you, softly, long after you’ve set it down.
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