This passage from "David Swan" points to Hawthorne's belief in a "superintending Providence" which makes both "regularity" and "foresight" available to human beings.
Up mounted David, and bowled away merrily towards Boston, without
so much as a parting glance at that fountain of dreamlike vicissitude. He knew
not that a phantom of Wealth had thrown a golden hue upon its waters--nor that
one of Love had sighed softly to their murmur--nor that one of Death had threatened
to crimson them with his blood--all, in the brief hour since he lay down to
sleep. Sleeping or waking, we hear not the airy footsteps of the strange things
that almost happen. Does it not argue a superintending Providence, that, while
viewless and unexpected events thrust themselves continually athwart our path,
there should still be regularity enough, in mortal life, to render foresight
even partially available?
