The Legend of Sleepy Hollow and Other Stories Or, The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent.

by Irving, Washington; Hoffman, Alice

• ISBN13: 9780375757211
• ISBN10: 037575721X
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2001-08-14
• Publisher: Modern Library

Summary

With his belovedGothic tales, Washington Irving is said to have created the genre of the short story in America. Though Irving crafted many of the most memorable characters in fiction, from Rip Van Winkle to Ichabod Crane, his gifts were not confined to the short story alone. He was also a master of satire, essay, travelogue, and folktale, as evidenced in this classic collection. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow said, "Every reader has a first book.... which, in early youth, first fascinates his imagination, and at once excites and satisfies the desires of his mind. To me, this first book wasThe Sketch Bookof Washington Irving... The charm ofThe Sketch Bookremains unbroken; the old fascination still lingers about it."

Author Biography

Alice Hoffman is the author of fourteen novels, including <b>Practical Magic</b>, <b>Turtle Moon</b>, <b>Local Girls</b>, <b>Here on Earth</b>, <b>The River King</b>, and <b>Blue Diary</b>. She lives in Massachusetts.

Table of Contents

Biographical Note	v
Introduction	xi
Alice Hoffman
Preface to the Revised Edition	xvii
The Author's Account of Himself	3	(3)
The Voyage	6	(6)
Roscoe	12	(6)
The Wife	18	(7)
Rip Van Winkle	25	(17)
English Writers on America	42	(8)
Rural Life in England	50	(7)
The Broken Heart	57	(5)
The Art of Book Making	62	(6)
A Royal Poet	68	(13)
The Country Church	81	(5)
The Widow and Her Son	86	(7)
A Sunday in London	93	(3)
The Boar's Head Tavern, East Cheap	96	(10)
The Mutability of Literature	106	(10)
Rural Funerals	116	(11)
The Inn Kitchen	127	(2)
The Spectre Bridegroom	129	(14)
Westminster Abbey	143	(15)
Christmas	158	(5)
The Stage Coach	163	(6)
Christmas Eve	169	(11)
Christmas Day	180	(12)
The Christmas Dinner	192	(13)
London Antiques	205	(6)
Little Britain	211	(13)
Stratford-on-Avon	224	(18)
Traits of Indian Character	242	(10)
Philip of Pokanoket	252	(15)
John Bull	267	(10)
The Pride of the Village	277	(8)
The Angler	285	(8)
The Legend of Sleepy Hollow	293	(28)
L'Envoy	321	(4)
Appendix: Sleepy Hollow	325	(12)
Notes	337	(20)
Reading Group Guide	357

Excerpts

The Author's Account of Himself

I am of this mind with Homer, that as the snaile that crept out of her shel was turned eftsoones into a Toad, and thereby was forced to make a stoole to sit on; so the traveller that stragleth from his owne country is in a short time transformed into so monstrous a shape that he is faine to alter his mansion with his manners and to live where he can, not where he would.

I was always fond of visiting new scenes and observing strange characters and manners. Even when a mere child I began my travels and made many tours of discovery into foreign parts and unknown regions of my native city; to the frequent alarm of my parents and the emolument of the town cryer. As I grew into boyhood I extended the range of my observations. My holy day afternoons were spent in rambles about the surrounding country. I made myself familiar with all its places famous in history or fable. I knew every spot where a murder or robbery had been committed or a ghost seen. I visited the neighbouring villages and added greatly to my stock of knowledge, by noting their habits and customs, and conversing with their sages and great men. I even journeyed one long summer's day to the summit of the most distant hill, from whence I stretched my eye over many a mile of terra incognita, and was astonished to find how vast a globe I inhabited.

This rambling propensity strengthened with my years. Books of voyages and travels became my passion, and in devouring their contents I neglected the regular exercises of the school. How wistfully would I wander about the pier heads in fine weather, and watch the parting ships, bound to distant climes. With what longing eyes would I gaze after their lessening sails, and waft myself in imagination to the ends of the earth.

Further reading and thinking, though they brought this vague inclination into more reasonable bounds, only served to make it more decided. I visited various parts of my own country, and had I been merely a lover of fine scenery, I should have felt little desire to seek elsewhere its gratification, for on no country have the charms of nature been more prodigally lavished. Her mighty lakes, like oceans of liquid silver; her mountains with their bright aerial tints; her valleys teeming with wild fertility; her tremendous cataracts thundering in their solitudes; her boundless plains waving with spontaneous verdure; her broad deep rivers, rolling in solemn silence to the ocean; her trackless forests, where vegetation puts forth all its magnificence; her skies kindling with the magic of summer clouds and glorious sunshine-no, never need an American look beyond his own country for the sublime and beautiful of natural scenery.

But Europe held forth the charms of storied and poetical association. There were to be seen the masterpieces of art, the refinements of highly cultivated society, the quaint peculiarities of ancient and local custom. My native country was full of youthful promise; Europe was rich in the accumulated treasures of age. Her very ruins told the history of times gone by, and every mouldering stone was a chronicle. I longed to wander over the scenes of renowned achievement-to tread as it were in the footsteps of antiquity-to loiter about the ruined castle-to meditate on the falling tower-to escape in short, from the commonplace realities of the present, and lose myself among the shadowy grandeurs of the past.

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