“But what has good Parson Hooper got upon his face?” cried the sexton in astonishment.All within hearing immediately turned about, and beheld the semblance of Mr. Hooper, pacing slowly his meditative way towards the meeting-house"(Hawthorne).
"A rumor of some unaccountable phenomenon had preceded Mr.Hooper into the meeting-house, and set all the congregation astir.Few could refrain from twisting their heads towards the door; many stood upright, and turned directly about" (Hawthorne).
“What grievous affliction hath befallen you,” she earnestly inquired, “that you should thus darken your eyes forever?”“If it be a sign of mourning,” replied Mr. Hooper, “I, perhaps, like most other mortals, have sorrows dark enough to be typified by a black veil" (Hawthorne)
"And thus speaking, the Reverend Mr. Clark bent forward to reveal the mystery of so many years. But, exerting a sudden energy, that made all the beholders stand aghast, Father Hooper snatched both his hands from beneath the bedclothes, and pressed them strongly on the black veil, resolute to struggle, if the minister of Westbury would contend with a dying man" (Hawthorne).
"He even raised himself in bed;and there he sat, shivering with the arms of death around him, whilethe black veil hung down, awful at that last moment, in the gatheredterrors of a lifetime. And yet the faint, sad smile, so often there, nowseemed to glimmer from its obscurity, and linger on Father Hooper’slips" (Hawthorne).
While his auditors shrank from one another, in mutual affright, Father Hooper fell back upon his pillow, a veiled corpse, with a faint smile lingering on the lips. Still veiled, they laid him in his coffin, and a veiled corpse they bore him to the grave. The grass of many years has sprung up and withered on that grave, the burial stone is moss grown, and good Mr. Hooper’s face is dust; but awful is still the thought that it mouldered beneath the Black Veil!" (Hawthorne)