Text: Edgar Allan Poe, “Tale-Writing — Nathaniel Hawthorne” [Text-01], Godey's Lady's Book, November 1847, pp. 252-256

[[...]] the purest style, the finest taste, the most available scholarship, the most delicate humour, the most touching pathos, the most radiant imagination, the most consummate ingenuity — and with these varied good qualities he has done well as a mystic. But is there any one of these qualities which should prevent his doing doubly as well in a career of honest, upright, sensible, prehensible and comprehensible things? Let him mend his pen, get a bottle of visible ink, come out from the Old Manse, cut Mr. Alcott, hang (if possible) the editor of “The Dial”, and throw out of the window to the pigs all his odd numbers of “The North American Review”.