Rip Van Winkle Essays

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Rip Van Winkle misses out on his youth and the making of history but even this he manages to turn into an advantage.

Rip Van Winkle misses out on his youth and the making of history but even this he manages to turn into an advantage.

It could not be from the want of assiduity or perseverance; for he would sit on a wet rock, with a rod as long and heavy as a Tartar’s lance, and fish all day without a murmur, even though he should not be encouraged by a single nibble.

He would carry a fowling-piece on his shoulder for hours together, trudging through woods and swamps, and up hill and down dale, to shoot a few squirrels or wild pigeons.

Escaping into the woods one day, Rip Van Winkle encounters gnomes, and drinks a magic drink which makes him sleep for twenty years.

While he is asleep his fellow compatriots fight a war and establish a new nation.

Washington Irving (1783-1859) was born in New York at the time of the birth of the new nation.

He became the first famous man of letters in the United States.He was generally seen trooping like a colt at his mother’s heels, equipped in a pair of his father’s cast-off galligaskins, which he had much ado to hold up with one hand, as a fine lady does her train in bad weather.Rip Van Winkle, however, was one of those happy mortals, of foolish, well-oiled dispositions, who take the world easy, eat white bread or brown, whichever can be got with east thought or trouble, and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound.His children, too, were as ragged and wild as if they belonged to nobody.His son Rip, an urchin begotten in his own likeness, promised to inherit the habits, with the old clothes of his father.The children of the village, too, would shout with joy whenever he approached.He assisted at their sports, made their playthings, taught themto fly kites and shoot marbles, and told them long stories about ghosts, witches, and Indians.Rip had but one way of replying to all lectures of the kind, and that, by frequent use, had grown into a habit.He shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, cast up his eyes, but said nothing.If left to himself, he would have whistled life away in perfect contentment; but his wife kept ontinually dinning in his ears about his idleness; his carelessness, and the ruin he was bringing on his family.Morning, noon, and night, her tongue was incessantly going, and everything he said or did was sure to produce a torrent of household eloquence.


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