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WIELAND; OR THE TRANSFORMATION.................................................................................................1

Charles Brockden Brown .........................................................................................................................1

The following Work is delivered to the world as the first of a series of performances, which the favorable

reception of this will induce the Writer to publish. His purpose is neither selfish nor temporary, but aims at

the illustration of some important branches of the moral constitution of man. Whether this tale will be classed

with the ordinary or frivolous sources of amusement, or be ranked with the few productions whose usefulness

The incidents related are extraordinary and rare. Some of them, perhaps, approach as nearly to the nature of

miracles as can be done by that which is not truly miraculous. It is hoped that intelligent readers will not

disapprove of the manner in which appearances are solved, but that the solution will be found to correspond

with the known principles of human nature. The power which the principal person is said to possess can

scarcely be denied to be real. It must be acknowledged to be extremely rare; but no fact, equally uncommon,

Some readers may think the conduct of the younger Wieland impossible. In support of its possibility the

Writer must appeal to Physicians and to men conversant with the latent springs and occasional perversions of

the human mind. It will not be objected that the instances of similar delusion are rare, because it is the

business of moral painters to exhibit their subject in its most instructive and memorable forms. If history

furnishes one parallel fact, it is a sufficient vindication of the Writer; but most readers will probably recollect

It will be necessary to add, that this narrative is addressed, in an epistolary form, by the Lady whose story it

contains, to a small number of friends, whose curiosity, with regard to it, had been greatly awakened. It may

likewise be mentioned, that these events took place between the conclusion of the French and the beginning

of the revolutionary war. The memoirs of Carwin, alluded to at the conclusion of the work, will be published

I feel little reluctance in complying with your request. You know not fully the cause of my sorrows. You are

a stranger to the depth of my distresses. Hence your efforts at consolation must necessarily fail. Yet the tale

that I am going to tell is not intended as a claim upon your sympathy. In the midst of my despair, I do not

disdain to contribute what little I can to the benefit of mankind. I acknowledge your right to be informed of

the events that have lately happened in my family. Make what use of the tale you shall think proper. If it be

communicated to the world, it will inculcate the duty of avoiding deceit. It will exemplify the force of early

impressions, and show the immeasurable evils that flow from an erroneous or imperfect discipline.

My state is not destitute of tranquillity. The sentiment that dictates my feelings is not hope. Futurity has no

power over my thoughts. To all that is to come I am perfectly indifferent. With regard to myself, I have

nothing more to fear. Fate has done its worst. Henceforth, I am callous to misfortune.

I address no supplication to the Deity. The power that governs the course of human affairs has chosen his

path. The decree that ascertained the condition of my life, admits of no recal. No doubt it squares with the

maxims of eternal equity. That is neither to be questioned nor denied by me. It suffices that the past is exempt

from mutation. The storm that tore up our happiness, and changed into dreariness and desert the blooming

scene of our existence, is lulled into grim repose; but not until the victim was transfixed and mangled; till

every obstacle was dissipated by its rage; till every remnant of good was wrested from our grasp and

How will your wonder, and that of your companions, be excited by my story! Every sentiment will yield to

your amazement. If my testimony were without corroborations, you would reject it as incredible. The

experience of no human being can furnish a parallel: That I, beyond the rest of mankind, should be reserved

for a destiny without alleviation, and without example! Listen to my narrative, and then say what it is that has

made me deserve to be placed on this dreadful eminence, if, indeed, every faculty be not suspended in

My father's ancestry was noble on the paternal side; but his mother was the daughter of a merchant. My

grandfather was a younger brother, and a native of Saxony. He was placed, when he had reached the

suitable age, at a German college. During the vacations, he employed himself in traversing the neighbouring

territory. On one occasion it was his fortune to visit Hamburg. He formed an acquaintance with Leonard

Weise, a merchant of that city, and was a frequent guest at his house. The merchant had an only daughter, for

whom his guest speedily contracted an affection; and, in spite of parental menaces and prohibitions, he, in

By this act he mortally offended his relations. Thenceforward he was entirely disowned and rejected by them.

They refused to contribute any thing to his support. All intercourse ceased, and he received from them merely

that treatment to which an absolute stranger, or detested enemy, would be entitled.

He found an asylum in the house of his new father, whose temper was kind, and whose pride was flattered by

this alliance. The nobility of his birth was put in the balance against his poverty. Weise conceived himself, on

the whole, to have acted with the highest discretion, in thus disposing of his child. My grandfather found it

incumbent on him to search out some mode of independent subsistence. His youth had been eagerly devoted

to literature and music. These had hitherto been cultivated merely as sources of amusement. They were now

converted into the means of gain. At this period there were few works of taste in the Saxon dialect. My

ancestor may be considered as the founder of the German Theatre. The modern poet of the same name is

sprung from the same family, and, perhaps, surpasses but little, in the fruitfulness of his invention, or the

soundness of his taste, the elder Wieland. His life was spent in the composition of sonatas and dramatic

pieces. They were not unpopular, but merely afforded him a scanty subsistence. He died in the bloom of his

life, and was quickly followed to the grave by his wife. Their only child was taken under the protection of the

merchant. At an early age he was apprenticed to a London trader, and passed seven years of mercantile

My father was not fortunate in the character of him under whose care he was now placed. He was treated with

rigor, and full employment was provided for every hour of his time. His duties were laborious and

mechanical. He had been educated with a view to this profession, and, therefore, was not tormented with

unsatisfied desires. He did not hold his present occupations in abhorrence, because they withheld him from

paths more flowery and more smooth, but he found in unintermitted labour, and in the sternness of his

master, sufficient occasions for discontent. No opportunities of recreation were allowed him. He spent all his

time pent up in a gloomy apartment, or traversing narrow and crowded streets. His food was coarse, and his

His heart gradually contracted a habit of morose and gloomy reflection. He could not accurately define what

was wanting to his happiness. He was not tortured by comparisons drawn between his own situation and that

of others. His state was such as suited his age and his views as to fortune. He did not imagine himself treated

with extraordinary or unjustifiable rigor. In this respect he supposed the condition of others, bound like

himself to mercantile service, to resemble his own; yet every engagement was irksome, and every hour

In this state of mind he chanced to light upon a book written by one of the teachers of the Albigenses, or

French Protestants. He entertained no relish for books, and was wholly unconscious of any power they

possessed to delight or instruct. This volume had lain for years in a corner of his garret, half buried in dust

and rubbish. He had marked it as it lay; had thrown it, as his occasions required, from one spot to another; but

had felt no inclination to examine its contents, or even to inquire what was the subject of which it treated.

One Sunday afternoon, being induced to retire for a few minutes to his garret, his eye was attracted by a page

of this book, which, by some accident, had been opened and placed full in his view. He was seated on the

edge of his bed, and was employed in repairing a rent in some part of his clothes. His eyes were not confined

to his work, but occasionally wandering, lighted at length upon the page. The words "Seek and ye shall find,"

were those that first offered themselves to his notice. His curiosity was roused by these so far as to prompt

him to proceed. As soon as he finished his work, he took up the book and turned to the first page. The further

he read, the more inducement he found to continue, and he regretted the decline of the light which obliged

The book contained an exposition of the doctrine of the sect of Camissards, and an historical account of its

origin. His mind was in a state peculiarly fitted for the reception of devotional sentiments. The craving which

had haunted him was now supplied with an object. His mind was at no loss for a theme of meditation. On

days of business, he rose at the dawn, and retired to his chamber not till late at night. He now supplied

himself with candles, and employed his nocturnal and Sunday hours in studying this book. It, of course,

abounded with allusions to the Bible. All its conclusions were deduced from the sacred text. This was the

fountain, beyond which it was unnecessary to trace the stream of religious truth; but it was his duty to trace it

A Bible was easily procured, and he ardently entered on the study of it. His understanding had received a

particular direction. All his reveries were fashioned in the same mould. His progress towards the formation of

his creed was rapid. Every fact and sentiment in this book were viewed through a medium which the writings

of the Camissard apostle had suggested. His constructions of the text were hasty, and formed on a narrow

scale. Every thing was viewed in a disconnected position. One action and one precept were not employed to

illustrate and restrict the meaning of another. Hence arose a thousand scruples to which he had hitherto been a

stranger. He was alternately agitated by fear and by ecstacy. He imagined himself beset by the snares of a

His morals, which had never been loose, were now modelled by a stricter standard. The empire of religious

duty extended itself to his looks, gestures, and phrases. All levities of speech, and negligences of behaviour,

were proscribed. His air was mournful and contemplative. He laboured to keep alive a sentiment of fear, and

a belief of the awecreating presence of the Deity. Ideas foreign to this were sedulously excluded. To suffer

their intrusion was a crime against the Divine Majesty inexpiable but by days and weeks of the keenest

No material variation had occurred in the lapse of two years. Every day confirmed him in his present modes

of thinking and acting. It was to be expected that the tide of his emotions would sometimes recede, that

intervals of despondency and doubt would occur; but these gradually were more rare, and of shorter duration;

His apprenticeship was now almost expired. On his arrival of age he became entitled, by the will of my

grandfather, to a small sum. This sum would hardly suffice to set him afloat as a trader in his present

situation, and he had nothing to expect from the generosity of his master. Residence in England had, besides,

become almost impossible, on account of his religious tenets. In addition to these motives for seeking a new

habitation, there was another of the most imperious and irresistable necessity. He had imbibed an opinion that

it was his duty to disseminate the truths of the gospel among the unbelieving nations. He was terrified at first

by the perils and hardships to which the life of a missionary is exposed. This cowardice made him diligent in

the invention of objections and excuses; but he found it impossible wholly to shake off the belief that such

was the injunction of his duty. The belief, after every new conflict with his passions, acquired new strength;

and, at length, he formed a resolution of complying with what he deemed the will of heaven.

The NorthAmerican Indians naturally presented themselves as the first objects for this species of

benevolence. As soon as his servitude expired, he converted his little fortune into money, and embarked for

Philadelphia. Here his fears were revived, and a nearer survey of savage manners once more shook his

resolution. For a while he relinquished his purpose, and purchasing a farm on Schuylkill, within a few miles

of the city, set himself down to the cultivation of it. The cheapness of land, and the service of African slaves,

which were then in general use, gave him who was poor in Europe all the advantages of wealth. He passed

fourteen years in a thrifty and laborious manner. In this time new objects, new employments, and new

associates appeared to have nearly obliterated the devout impressions of his youth. He now became

acquainted with a woman of a meek and quiet disposition, and of slender acquirements like himself. He

His previous industry had now enabled him to dispense with personal labour, and direct attention to his own

concerns. He enjoyed leisure, and was visited afresh by devotional contemplation. The reading of the

scriptures, and other religious books, became once more his favorite employment. His ancient belief relative

to the conversion of the savage tribes, was revived with uncommon energy. To the former obstacles were

now added the pleadings of parental and conjugal love. The struggle was long and vehement; but his sense of

duty would not be stifled or enfeebled, and finally triumphed over every impediment.

His efforts were attended with no permanent success. His exhortations had sometimes a temporary power, but

more frequently were repelled with insult and derision. In pursuit of this object he encountered the most

imminent perils, and underwent incredible fatigues, hunger, sickness, and solitude. The licence of savage

passion, and the artifices of his depraved countrymen, all opposed themselves to his progress. His courage did

not forsake him till there appeared no reasonable ground to hope for success. He desisted not till his heart was

relieved from the supposed obligation to persevere. With his constitution somewhat decayed, he at length

returned to his family. An interval of tranquillity succeeded. He was frugal, regular, and strict in the

performance of domestic duties. He allied himself with no sect, because he perfectly agreed with none. Social

worship is that by which they are all distinguished; but this article found no place in his creed. He rigidly

interpreted that precept which enjoins us, when we worship, to retire into solitude, and shut out every species

of society. According to him devotion was not only a silent office, but must be performed alone. An hour at

At the distance of three hundred yards from his house, on the top of a rock whose sides were steep, rugged,

and encumbered with dwarf cedars and stony asperities, he built what to a common eye would have seemed a

summerhouse. The eastern verge of this precipice was sixty feet above the river which flowed at its foot.

The view before it consisted of a transparent current, fluctuating and rippling in a rocky channel, and

bounded by a rising scene of cornfields and orchards. The edifice was slight and airy. It was no more than a

circular area, twelve feet in diameter, whose flooring was the rock, cleared of moss and shrubs, and exactly

levelled, edged by twelve Tuscan columns, and covered by an undulating dome. My father furnished the

dimensions and outlines, but allowed the artist whom he employed to complete the structure on his own plan.

This was the temple of his Deity. Twice in twentyfour hours he repaired hither, unaccompanied by any

human being. Nothing but physical inability to move was allowed to obstruct or postpone this visit. He did

not exact from his family compliance with his example. Few men, equally sincere in their faith, were as

sparing in their censures and restrictions, with respect to the conduct of others, as my father. The character of

my mother was no less devout; but her education had habituated her to a different mode of worship. The

loneliness of their dwelling prevented her from joining any established congregation; but she was punctual in

the offices of prayer, and in the performance of hymns to her Saviour, after the manner of the disciples of

Zinzendorf. My father refused to interfere in her arrangements. His own system was embraced not, accurately

speaking, because it was the best, but because it had been expressly prescribed to him. Other modes, if

His deportment to others was full of charity and mildness. A sadness perpetually overspread his features, but

was unmingled with sternness or discontent. The tones of his voice, his gestures, his steps were all in tranquil

unison. His conduct was characterised by a certain forbearance and humility, which secured the esteem of

those to whom his tenets were most obnoxious. They might call him a fanatic and a dreamer, but they could

not deny their veneration to his invincible candour and invariable integrity. His own belief of rectitude was

Suddenly the sadness that constantly attended him was deepened. Sighs, and even tears, sometimes escaped

him. To the expostulations of his wife he seldom answered any thing. When he designed to be

communicative, he hinted that his peace of mind was flown, in consequence of deviation from his duty. A

command had been laid upon him, which he had delayed to perform. He felt as if a certain period of

hesitation and reluctance had been allowed him, but that this period was passed. He was no longer permitted

to obey. The duty assigned to him was transferred, in consequence of his disobedience, to another, and all

He did not describe this penalty. It appeared to be nothing more for some time than a sense of wrong. This

was sufficiently acute, and was aggravated by the belief that his offence was incapable of expiation. No one

could contemplate the agonies which he seemed to suffer without the deepest compassion. Time, instead of

lightening the burthen, appeared to add to it. At length he hinted to his wife, that his end was near. His

imagination did not prefigure the mode or the time of his decease, but was fraught with an incurable

persuasion that his death was at hand. He was likewise haunted by the belief that the kind of death that

awaited him was strange and terrible. His anticipations were thus far vague and indefinite; but they sufficed

Early in the morning of a sultry day in August, he left Mettingen, to go to the city. He had seldom passed a

day from home since his return from the shores of the Ohio. Some urgent engagements at this time existed,

which would not admit of further delay. He returned in the evening, but appeared to be greatly oppressed

with fatigue. His silence and dejection were likewise in a more than ordinary degree conspicuous. My

mother's brother, whose profession was that of a surgeon, chanced to spend this night at our house. It was

from him that I have frequently received an exact account of the mournful catastrophe that followed.

As the evening advanced, my father's inquietudes increased. He sat with his family as usual, but took no part

in their conversation. He appeared fully engrossed by his own reflections. Occasionally his countenance

exhibited tokens of alarm; he gazed stedfastly and wildly at the ceiling; and the exertions of his companions

were scarcely sufficient to interrupt his reverie. On recovering from these fits, he expressed no surprize; but

pressing his hand to his head, complained, in a tremulous and terrified tone, that his brain was scorched to

My uncle perceived, by his pulse, that he was indisposed, but in no alarming degree, and ascribed

appearances chiefly to the workings of his mind. He exhorted him to recollection and composure, but in vain.

At the hour of repose he readily retired to his chamber. At the persuasion of my mother he even undressed

and went to bed. Nothing could abate his restlessness. He checked her tender expostulations with some

sternness. "Be silent," said he, "for that which I feel there is but one cure, and that will shortly come. You can

help me nothing. Look to your own condition, and pray to God to strengthen you under the calamities that

await you." "What am I to fear?" she answered. "What terrible disaster is it that you think of?" "Peaceas

yet I know it not myself, but come it will, and shortly." She repeated her inquiries and doubts; but he

She had never before known him in this mood. Hitherto all was benign in his deportment. Her heart was

pierced with sorrow at the contemplation of this change. She was utterly unable to account for it, or to figure

Contrary to custom, the lamp, instead of being placed on the hearth, was left upon the table. Over it against

the wall there hung a small clock, so contrived as to strike a very hard stroke at the end of every sixth hour.

That which was now approaching was the signal for retiring to the fane at which he addressed his devotions.

Long habit had occasioned him to be always awake at this hour, and the toll was instantly obeyed.

Now frequent and anxious glances were cast at the clock. Not a single movement of the index appeared to

escape his notice. As the hour verged towards twelve his anxiety visibly augmented. The trepidations of my

mother kept pace with those of her husband; but she was intimidated into silence. All that was left to her was

At length the hour was spent, and the clock tolled. The sound appeared to communicate a shock to every part

of my father's frame. He rose immediately, and threw over himself a loose gown. Even this office was

performed with difficulty, for his joints trembled, and his teeth chattered with dismay. At this hour his duty

called him to the rock, and my mother naturally concluded that it was thither he intended to repair. Yet these

incidents were so uncommon, as to fill her with astonishment and foreboding. She saw him leave the room,

and heard his steps as they hastily descended the stairs. She half resolved to rise and pursue him, but the

wildness of the scheme quickly suggested itself. He was going to a place whither no power on earth could

The window of her chamber looked toward the rock. The atmosphere was clear and calm, but the edifice

could not be discovered at that distance through the dusk. My mother's anxiety would not allow her to remain

where she was. She rose, and seated herself at the window. She strained her sight to get a view of the dome,

and of the path that led to it. The first painted itself with sufficient distinctness on her fancy, but was

undistinguishable by the eye from the rocky mass on which it was erected. The second could be imperfectly

What was it that she feared? Some disaster impended over her husband or herself. He had predicted evils, but

professed himself ignorant of what nature they were. When were they to come? Was this night, or this hour to

witness the accomplishment? She was tortured with impatience, and uncertainty. All her fears were at present

linked to his person, and she gazed at the clock, with nearly as much eagerness as my father had done, in

An half hour passed away in this state of suspence. Her eyes were fixed upon the rock; suddenly it was

illuminated. A light proceeding from the edifice, made every part of the scene visible. A gleam diffused itself

over the intermediate space, and instantly a loud report, like the explosion of a mine, followed. She uttered an

involuntary shriek, but the new sounds that greeted her ear, quickly conquered her surprise. They were

piercing shrieks, and uttered without intermission. The gleams which had diffused themselves far and wide

were in a moment withdrawn, but the interior of the edifice was filled with rays.

The first suggestion was that a pistol was discharged, and that the structure was on fire. She did not allow

herself time to meditate a second thought, but rushed into the entry and knocked loudly at the door of her

brother's chamber. My uncle had been previously roused by the noise, and instantly flew to the window. He

also imagined what he saw to be fire. The loud and vehement shrieks which succeeded the first explosion,

seemed to be an invocation of succour. The incident was inexplicable; but he could not fail to perceive the

propriety of hastening to the spot. He was unbolting the door, when his sister's voice was heard on the outside

He obeyed the summons with all the speed in his power. He stopped not to question her, but hurried down

stairs and across the meadow which lay between the house and the rock. The shrieks were no longer to be

heard; but a blazing light was clearly discernible between the columns of the temple. Irregular steps, hewn in

the stone, led him to the summit. On three sides, this edifice touched the very verge of the cliff. On the fourth

side, which might be regarded as the front, there was an area of small extent, to which the rude staircase

conducted you. My uncle speedily gained this spot. His strength was for a moment exhausted by his haste. He

paused to rest himself. Meanwhile he bent the most vigilant attention towards the object before him.

Within the columns he beheld what he could no better describe, than by saying that it resembled a cloud

impregnated with light. It had the brightness of flame, but was without its upward motion. It did not occupy

the whole area, and rose but a few feet above the floor. No part of the building was on fire. This appearance

was astonishing. He approached the temple. As he went forward the light retired, and, when he put his feet

within the apartment, utterly vanished. The suddenness of this transition increased the darkness that

succeeded in a tenfold degree. Fear and wonder rendered him powerless. An occurrence like this, in a place

His wandering thoughts were recalled by the groans of one near him. His sight gradually recovered its power,

and he was able to discern my father stretched on the floor. At that moment, my mother and servants arrived

with a lanthorn, and enabled my uncle to examine more closely this scene. My father, when he left the house,

besides a loose upper vest and slippers, wore a shirt and drawers. Now he was naked, his skin throughout the

greater part of his body was scorched and bruised. His right arm exhibited marks as of having been struck by

some heavy body. His clothes had been removed, and it was not immediately perceived that they were

He was removed to his chamber, and the requisite attention paid to his wounds, which gradually became

more painful. A mortification speedily shewed itself in the arm, which had been most hurt. Soon after, the

Immediately subsequent to this disaster, my father seemed nearly in a state of insensibility. He was passive

under every operation. He scarcely opened his eyes, and was with difficulty prevailed upon to answer the

questions that were put to him. By his imperfect account, it appeared, that while engaged in silent orisons,

with thoughts full of confusion and anxiety, a faint gleam suddenly shot athwart the apartment. His fancy

immediately pictured to itself, a person bearing a lamp. It seemed to come from behind. He was in the act of

turning to examine the visitant, when his right arm received a blow from a heavy club. At the same instant, a

very bright spark was seen to light upon his clothes. In a moment, the whole was reduced to ashes. This was

the sum of the information which he chose to give. There was somewhat in his manner that indicated an

imperfect tale. My uncle was inclined to believe that half the truth had been suppressed.

Meanwhile, the disease thus wonderfully generated, betrayed more terrible symptoms. Fever and delirium

terminated in lethargic slumber, which, in the course of two hours, gave place to death. Yet not till

insupportable exhalations and crawling putrefaction had driven from his chamber and the house every one

Such was the end of my father. None surely was ever more mysterious. When we recollect his gloomy

anticipations and unconquerable anxiety; the security from human malice which his character, the place, and

the condition of the times, might be supposed to confer; the purity and cloudlessness of the atmosphere,

which rendered it impossible that lightning was the cause; what are the conclusions that we must form?

The prelusive gleam, the blow upon his arm, the fatal spark, the explosion heard so far, the fiery cloud that

environed him, without detriment to the structure, though composed of combustible materials, the sudden

vanishing of this cloud at my uncle's approachwhat is the inference to be drawn from these facts? Their

truth cannot be doubted. My uncle's testimony is peculiarly worthy of credit, because no man's temper is

I was at this time a child of six years of age. The impressions that were then made upon me, can never be

effaced. I was ill qualified to judge respecting what was then passing; but as I advanced in age, and became

more fully acquainted with these facts, they oftener became the subject of my thoughts. Their resemblance to

recent events revived them with new force in my memory, and made me more anxious to explain them. Was

this the penalty of disobedience? this the stroke of a vindictive and invisible hand? Is it a fresh proof that the

Divine Ruler interferes in human affairs, meditates an end, selects, and commissions his agents, and enforces,

by unequivocal sanctions, submission to his will? Or, was it merely the irregular expansion of the fluid that

imparts warmth to our heart and our blood, caused by the fatigue of the preceding day, or flowing, by

*A case, in its symptoms exactly parallel to this, is published in one of the Journals of Florence. See,

likewise, similar cases reported by Messrs. Merille and Muraire, in the "Journal de Medicine," for February

and May, 1783. The researches of Maffei and Fontana have thrown some light upon this subject.

The shock which this disastrous occurrence occasioned to my mother, was the foundation of a disease which

carried her, in a few months, to the grave. My brother and myself were children at this time, and were now

reduced to the condition of orphans. The property which our parents left was by no means inconsiderable. It

was entrusted to faithful hands, till we should arrive at a suitable age. Meanwhile, our education was assigned

to a maiden aunt who resided in the city, and whose tenderness made us in a short time cease to regret that we

The years that succeeded were tranquil and happy. Our lives were molested by few of those cares that are

incident to childhood. By accident more than design, the indulgence and yielding temper of our aunt was

mingled with resolution and stedfastness. She seldom deviated into either extreme of rigour or lenity. Our

social pleasures were subject to no unreasonable restraints. We were instructed in most branches of useful

knowledge, and were saved from the corruption and tyranny of colleges and boardingschools.

Our companions were chiefly selected from the children of our neighbours. Between one of these and my

brother, there quickly grew the most affectionate intimacy. Her name was Catharine Pleyel. She was rich,

beautiful, and contrived to blend the most bewitching softness with the most exuberant vivacity. The tie by

which my brother and she were united, seemed to add force to the love which I bore her, and which was

amply returned. Between her and myself there was every circumstance tending to produce and foster

friendship. Our sex and age were the same. We lived within sight of each other's abode. Our tempers were

remarkably congenial, and the superintendants of our education not only prescribed to us the same pursuits,

Every day added strength to the triple bonds that united us. We gradually withdrew ourselves from the

society of others, and found every moment irksome that was not devoted to each other. My brother's advance

in age made no change in our situation. It was determined that his profession should be agriculture. His

fortune exempted him from the necessity of personal labour. The task to be performed by him was nothing

more than superintendance. The skill that was demanded by this was merely theoretical, and was furnished by

casual inspection, or by closet study. The attention that was paid to this subject did not seclude him for any

long time from us, on whom time had no other effect than to augment our impatience in the absence of each

other and of him. Our tasks, our walks, our music, were seldom performed but in each other's company.

It was easy to see that Catharine and my brother were born for each other. The passion which they mutually

entertained quickly broke those bounds which extreme youth had set to it; confessions were made or extorted,

and their union was postponed only till my brother had passed his minority. The previous lapse of two years

O my brother! But the task I have set myself let me perform with steadiness. The felicity of that period was

marred by no gloomy anticipations. The future, like the present, was serene. Time was supposed to have only

new delights in store. I mean not to dwell on previous incidents longer than is necessary to illustrate or

explain the great events that have since happened. The nuptial day at length arrived. My brother took

possession of the house in which he was born, and here the long protracted marriage was solemnized.

My father's property was equally divided between us. A neat dwelling, situated on the bank of the river, three

quarters of a mile from my brother's, was now occupied by me. These domains were called, from the name of

the first possessor, Mettingen. I can scarcely account for my refusing to take up my abode with him, unless it

were from a disposition to be an economist of pleasure. Selfdenial, seasonably exercised, is one means of

enhancing our gratifications. I was, beside, desirous of administering a fund, and regulating an household, of

my own. The short distance allowed us to exchange visits as often as we pleased. The walk from one mansion

to the other was no undelightful prelude to our interviews. I was sometimes their visitant, and they, as

Our education had been modelled by no religious standard. We were left to the guidance of our own

understanding, and the casual impressions which society might make upon us. My friend's temper, as well as

my own, exempted us from much anxiety on this account. It must not be supposed that we were without

religion, but with us it was the product of lively feelings, excited by reflection on our own happiness, and by

the grandeur of external nature. We sought not a basis for our faith, in the weighing of proofs, and the

dissection of creeds. Our devotion was a mixed and casual sentiment, seldom verbally expressed, or

solicitously sought, or carefully retained. In the midst of present enjoyment, no thought was bestowed on the

future. As a consolation in calamity religion is dear. But calamity was yet at a distance, and its only tendency

was to heighten enjoyments which needed not this addition to satisfy every craving.

My brother's situation was somewhat different. His deportment was grave, considerate, and thoughtful. I will

not say whether he was indebted to sublimer views for this disposition. Human life, in his opinion, was made

up of changeable elements, and the principles of duty were not easily unfolded. The future, either as anterior,

or subsequent to death, was a scene that required some preparation and provision to be made for it. These

positions we could not deny, but what distinguished him was a propensity to ruminate on these truths. The

images that visited us were blithsome and gay, but those with which he was most familiar were of an opposite

hue. They did not generate affliction and fear, but they diffused over his behaviour a certain air of

forethought and sobriety. The principal effect of this temper was visible in his features and tones. These, in

general, bespoke a sort of thrilling melancholy. I scarcely ever knew him to laugh. He never accompanied the

lawless mirth of his companions with more than a smile, but his conduct was the same as ours.

He partook of our occupations and amusements with a zeal not less than ours, but of a different kind. The

diversity in our temper was never the parent of discord, and was scarcely a topic of regret. The scene was

variegated, but not tarnished or disordered by it. It hindered the element in which we moved from stagnating.

Some agitation and concussion is requisite to the due exercise of human understanding. In his studies, he

pursued an austerer and more arduous path. He was much conversant with the history of religious opinions,

and took pains to ascertain their validity. He deemed it indispensable to examine the ground of his belief, to

settle the relation between motives and actions, the criterion of merit, and the kinds and properties of

There was an obvious resemblance between him and my father, in their conceptions of the importance of

certain topics, and in the light in which the vicissitudes of human life were accustomed to be viewed. Their

characters were similar, but the mind of the son was enriched by science, and embellished with literature.

The temple was no longer assigned to its ancient use. From an Italian adventurer, who erroneously imagined

that he could find employment for his skill, and sale for his sculptures in America, my brother had purchased

a bust of Cicero. He professed to have copied this piece from an antique dug up with his own hands in the

environs of Modena. Of the truth of his assertions we were not qualified to judge; but the marble was pure

and polished, and we were contented to admire the performance, without waiting for the sanction of

connoisseurs. We hired the same artist to hew a suitable pedestal from a neighbouring quarry. This was

placed in the temple, and the bust rested upon it. Opposite to this was a harpsichord, sheltered by a temporary

roof from the weather. This was the place of resort in the evenings of summer. Here we sung, and talked, and

read, and occasionally banqueted. Every joyous and tender scene most dear to my memory, is connected with

this edifice. Here the performances of our musical and poetical ancestor were rehearsed. Here my brother's

children received the rudiments of their education; here a thousand conversations, pregnant with delight and

improvement, took place; and here the social affections were accustomed to expand, and the tear of delicious

My brother was an indefatigable student. The authors whom he read were numerous, but the chief object of

his veneration was Cicero. He was never tired of conning and rehearsing his productions. To understand them

was not sufficient. He was anxious to discover the gestures and cadences with which they ought to be

delivered. He was very scrupulous in selecting a true scheme of pronunciation for the Latin tongue, and in

adapting it to the words of his darling writer. His favorite occupation consisted in embellishing his rhetoric

Not contented with this, he was diligent in settling and restoring the purity of the text. For this end, he

collected all the editions and commentaries that could be procured, and employed months of severe study in

exploring and comparing them. He never betrayed more satisfaction than when he made a discovery of this

It was not till the addition of Henry Pleyel, my friend's only brother, to our society, that his passion for

Roman eloquence was countenanced and fostered by a sympathy of tastes. This young man had been some

years in Europe. We had separated at a very early age, and he was now returned to spend the remainder of his

Our circle was greatly enlivened by the accession of a new member. His conversation abounded with novelty.

His gaiety was almost boisterous, but was capable of yielding to a grave deportment when the occasion

required it. His discernment was acute, but he was prone to view every object merely as supplying materials

for mirth. His conceptions were ardent but ludicrous, and his memory, aided, as he honestly acknowledged,

His residence was at the same distance below the city as ours was above, but there seldom passed a day

without our being favoured with a visit. My brother and he were endowed with the same attachment to the

Latin writers; and Pleyel was not behind his friend in his knowledge of the history and metaphysics of

religion. Their creeds, however, were in many respects opposite. Where one discovered only confirmations of

his faith, the other could find nothing but reasons for doubt. Moral necessity, and calvinistic inspiration, were

the props on which my brother thought proper to repose. Pleyel was the champion of intellectual liberty, and

rejected all guidance but that of his reason. Their discussions were frequent, but, being managed with candour

as well as with skill, they were always listened to by us with avidity and benefit.

Pleyel, like his new friends, was fond of music and poetry. Henceforth our concerts consisted of two violins,

an harpsichord, and three voices. We were frequently reminded how much happiness depends upon society.

This new friend, though, before his arrival, we were sensible of no vacuity, could not now be spared. His

departure would occasion a void which nothing could fill, and which would produce insupportable regret.

Even my brother, though his opinions were hourly assailed, and even the divinity of Cicero contested, was

captivated with his friend, and laid aside some part of his ancient gravity at Pleyel's approach.

Six years of uninterrupted happiness had rolled away, since my brother's marriage. The sound of war had

been heard, but it was at such a distance as to enhance our enjoyment by affording objects of comparison.

The Indians were repulsed on the one side, and Canada was conquered on the other. Revolutions and battles,

however calamitous to those who occupied the scene, contributed in some sort to our happiness, by agitating

our minds with curiosity, and furnishing causes of patriotic exultation. Four children, three of whom were of

an age to compensate, by their personal and mental progress, the cares of which they had been, at a more

helpless age, the objects, exercised my brother's tenderness. The fourth was a charming babe that promised to

display the image of her mother, and enjoyed perfect health. To these were added a sweet girl fourteen years

Her mother's story was a mournful one. She had come hither from England when this child was an infant,

alone, without friends, and without money. She appeared to have embarked in a hasty and clandestine

manner. She passed three years of solitude and anguish under my aunt's protection, and died a martyr to woe;

the source of which she could, by no importunities, be prevailed upon to unfold. Her education and manners

bespoke her to be of no mean birth. Her last moments were rendered serene, by the assurances she received

from my aunt, that her daughter should experience the same protection that had been extended to herself.

On my brother's marriage, it was agreed that she should make a part of his family. I cannot do justice to the

attractions of this girl. Perhaps the tenderness she excited might partly originate in her personal resemblance

to her mother, whose character and misfortunes were still fresh in our remembrance. She was habitually

pensive, and this circumstance tended to remind the spectator of her friendless condition; and yet that epithet

was surely misapplied in this case. This being was cherished by those with whom she now resided, with

unspeakable fondness. Every exertion was made to enlarge and improve her mind. Her safety was the object

of a solicitude that almost exceeded the bounds of discretion. Our affection indeed could scarcely transcend

her merits. She never met my eye, or occurred to my reflections, without exciting a kind of enthusiasm. Her

softness, her intelligence, her equanimity, never shall I see surpassed. I have often shed tears of pleasure at

While every day was adding to the charms of her person, and the stores of her mind, there occurred an event

which threatened to deprive us of her. An officer of some rank, who had been disabled by a wound at

Quebec, had employed himself, since the ratification of peace, in travelling through the colonies. He

remained a considerable period at Philadelphia, but was at last preparing for his departure. No one had been

more frequently honoured with his visits than Mrs. Baynton, a worthy lady with whom our family were

intimate. He went to her house with a view to perform a farewell visit, and was on the point of taking his

leave, when I and my young friend entered the apartment. It is impossible to describe the emotions of the

stranger, when he fixed his eyes upon my companion. He was motionless with surprise. He was unable to

conceal his feelings, but sat silently gazing at the spectacle before him. At length he turned to Mrs. Baynton,

and more by his looks and gestures than by words, besought her for an explanation of the scene. He seized

the hand of the girl, who, in her turn, was surprised by his behaviour, and drawing her forward, said in an

The answers that were given only increased the confusion of his thoughts. He was successively told, that she

was the daughter of one whose name was Louisa Conway, who arrived among us at such a time, who

sedulously concealed her parentage, and the motives of her flight, whose incurable griefs had finally

destroyed her, and who had left this child under the protection of her friends. Having heard the tale, he melted

into tears, eagerly clasped the young lady in his arms, and called himself her father. When the tumults excited

in his breast by this unlookedfor meeting were somewhat subsided, he gratified our curiosity by relating the

"Miss Conway was the only daughter of a banker in London, who discharged towards her every duty of an

affectionate father. He had chanced to fall into her company, had been subdued by her attractions, had

tendered her his hand, and been joyfully accepted both by parent and child. His wife had given him every

proof of the fondest attachment. Her father, who possessed immense wealth, treated him with distinguished

respect, liberally supplied his wants, and had made one condition of his consent to their union, a resolution to

"They had passed three years of conjugal felicity, which had been augmented by the birth of this child; when

his professional duty called him into Germany. It was not without an arduous struggle, that she was

persuaded to relinquish the design of accompanying him through all the toils and perils of war. No parting

was ever more distressful. They strove to alleviate, by frequent letters, the evils of their lot. Those of his wife,

breathed nothing but anxiety for his safety, and impatience of his absence. At length, a new arrangement was

made, and he was obliged to repair from Westphalia to Canada. One advantage attended this change. It

afforded him an opportunity of meeting his family. His wife anticipated this interview, with no less rapture

than himself. He hurried to London, and the moment he alighted from the stagecoach, ran with all speed to

"It was an house of mourning. His father was overwhelmed with grief, and incapable of answering his

inquiries. The servants, sorrowful and mute, were equally refractory. He explored the house, and called on the

names of his wife and daughter, but his summons was fruitless. At length, this new disaster was explained.

Two days before his arrival, his wife's chamber was found empty. No search, however diligent and anxious,

could trace her steps. No cause could be assigned for her disappearance. The mother and child had fled away

"New exertions were made, her chamber and cabinets were ransacked, but no vestige was found serving to

inform them as to the motives of her flight, whether it had been voluntary or otherwise, and in what corner of

the kingdom or of the world she was concealed. Who shall describe the sorrow and amazement of the

husband? His restlessness, his vicissitudes of hope and fear, and his ultimate despair? His duty called him to

America. He had been in this city, and had frequently passed the door of the house in which his wife, at that

moment, resided. Her father had not remitted his exertions to elucidate this painful mystery, but they had

failed. This disappointment hastened his death; in consequence of which, Louisa's father became possessor of

This tale was a copious theme of speculation. A thousand questions were started and discussed in our

domestic circle, respecting the motives that influenced Mrs. Stuart to abandon her country. It did not appear

that her proceeding was involuntary. We recalled and reviewed every particular that had fallen under our own

observation. By none of these were we furnished with a clue. Her conduct, after the most rigorous scrutiny,

still remained an impenetrable secret. On a nearer view, Major Stuart proved himself a man of most amiable

character. His attachment to Louisa appeared hourly to increase. She was no stranger to the sentiments

suitable to her new character. She could not but readily embrace the scheme which was proposed to her, to

return with her father to England. This scheme his regard for her induced him, however, to postpone. Some

time was necessary to prepare her for so great a change and enable her to think without agony of her

I was not without hopes of prevailing on her father entirely to relinquish this unwelcome design. Meanwhile,

he pursued his travels through the southern colonies, and his daughter continued with us. Louisa and my

brother frequently received letters from him, which indicated a mind of no common order. They were filled

with amusing details, and profound reflections. While here, he often partook of our evening conversations at

the temple; and since his departure, his correspondence had frequently supplied us with topics of discourse.

One afternoon in May, the blandness of the air, and brightness of the verdure, induced us to assemble, earlier

than usual, in the temple. We females were busy at the needle, while my brother and Pleyel were bandying

quotations and syllogisms. The point discussed was the merit of the oration for Cluentius, as descriptive, first,

of the genius of the speaker; and, secondly, of the manners of the times. Pleyel laboured to extenuate both

these species of merit, and tasked his ingenuity, to shew that the orator had embraced a bad cause; or, at least,

a doubtful one. He urged, that to rely on the exaggerations of an advocate, or to make the picture of a single

family a model from which to sketch the condition of a nation, was absurd. The controversy was suddenly

diverted into a new channel, by a misquotation. Pleyel accused his companion of saying "polliciatur" when he

should have said "polliceretur." Nothing would decide the contest, but an appeal to the volume. My brother

was returning to the house for this purpose, when a servant met him with a letter from Major Stuart. He

Besides affectionate compliments to us, and paternal benedictions on Louisa, his letter contained a

description of a waterfall on the Monongahela. A sudden gust of rain falling, we were compelled to remove

to the house. The storm passed away, and a radiant moonlight succeeded. There was no motion to resume

our seats in the temple. We therefore remained where we were, and engaged in sprightly conversation. The

letter lately received naturally suggested the topic. A parallel was drawn between the cataract there described,

and one which Pleyel had discovered among the Alps of Glarus. In the state of the former, some particular

was mentioned, the truth of which was questionable. To settle the dispute which thence arose, it was

proposed to have recourse to the letter. My brother searched for it in his pocket. It was no where to be found.

At length, he remembered to have left it in the temple, and he determined to go in search of it. His wife,

In a few minutes he returned. I was somewhat interested in the dispute, and was therefore impatient for his

return; yet, as I heard him ascending the stairs, I could not but remark, that he had executed his intention with

remarkable dispatch. My eyes were fixed upon him on his entrance. Methought he brought with him looks

considerably different from those with which he departed. Wonder, and a slight portion of anxiety were

mingled in them. His eyes seemed to be in search of some object. They passed quickly from one person to

another, till they rested on his wife. She was seated in a careless attitude on the sofa, in the same spot as

before. She had the same muslin in her hand, by which her attention was chiefly engrossed.

The moment he saw her, his perplexity visibly increased. He quietly seated himself, and fixing his eyes on the

floor, appeared to be absorbed in meditation. These singularities suspended the inquiry which I was preparing

to make respecting the letter. In a short time, the company relinquished the subject which engaged them, and

directed their attention to Wieland. They thought that he only waited for a pause in the discourse, to produce

the letter. The pause was uninterrupted by him. At length Pleyel said, "Well, I suppose you have found the

"No," said he, without any abatement of his gravity, and looking stedfastly at his wife, "I did not mount the

hill.""Why not?""Catharine, have you not moved from that spot since I left the room?"She was

affected with the solemnity of his manner, and laying down her work, answered in a tone of surprise, "No;

Why do you ask that question?"His eyes were again fixed upon the floor. and he did not immediately

answer. At length, he said, looking round upon us, "Is it true that Catharine did not follow me to the hill?

That she did not just now enter the room?"We assured him, with one voice, that she had not been absent

"Your assurances," said he, "are solemn and unanimous; and yet I must deny credit to your assertions, or

disbelieve the testimony of my senses, which informed me, when I was half way up the hill, that Catharine

We were confounded at this declaration. Pleyel rallied him with great levity on his behaviour. He listened to

"One thing," said he with emphasis, "is true; either I heard my wife's voice at the bottom of the hill, or I do

"Truly," returned Pleyel, "it is a sad dilemma to which you have reduced yourself. Certain it is, if our eyes

can give us certainty that your wife has been sitting in that spot during every moment of your absence. You

have heard her voice, you say, upon the hill. In general, her voice, like her temper, is all softness. To be heard

across the room, she is obliged to exert herself. While you were gone, if I mistake not, she did not utter a

word. Clara and I had all the talk to ourselves. Still it may be that she held a whispering conference with you

"The conference," said he, "was short; and far from being carried on in a whisper. You know with what

intention I left the house. Half way to the rock, the moon was for a moment hidden from us by a cloud. I

never knew the air to be more bland and more calm. In this interval I glanced at the temple, and thought I saw

a glimmering between the columns. It was so faint, that it would not perhaps have been visible, if the moon

had not been shrowded. I looked again, but saw nothing. I never visit this building alone, or at night, without

being reminded of the fate of my father. There was nothing wonderful in this appearance; yet it suggested

something more than mere solitude and darkness in the same place would have done.

"I kept on my way. The images that haunted me were solemn; and I entertained an imperfect curiosity, but no

fear, as to the nature of this object. I had ascended the hill little more than half way, when a voice called me

from behind. The accents were clear, distinct, powerful, and were uttered, as I fully believed, by my wife. Her

voice is not commonly so loud. She has seldom occasion to exert it, but, nevertheless, I have sometimes

heard her call with force and eagerness. If my ear was not deceived, it was her voice which I heard.

"Stop, go no further. There is danger in your path." The suddenness and unexpectedness of this warning, the

tone of alarm with which it was given, and, above all, the persuasion that it was my wife who spoke, were

enough to disconcert and make me pause. I turned and listened to assure myself that I was not mistaken. The

deepest silence succeeded. At length, I spoke in my turn. Who calls? is it you, Catharine? I stopped and

presently received an answer. "Yes, it is I; go not up; return instantly; you are wanted at the house." Still the

"What could I do? The warning was mysterious. To be uttered by Catharine at a place, and on an occasion

like these, enhanced the mystery. I could do nothing but obey. Accordingly, I trod back my steps, expecting

that she waited for me at the bottom of the hill. When I reached the bottom, no one was visible. The

moonlight was once more universal and brilliant, and yet, as far as I could see no human or moving figure

was discernible. If she had returned to the house, she must have used wondrous expedition to have passed

already beyond the reach of my eye. I exerted my voice, but in vain. To my repeated exclamations, no answer

"Ruminating on these incidents, I returned hither. There was no room to doubt that I had heard my wife's

voice; attending incidents were not easily explained; but you now assure me that nothing extraordinary has

Such was my brother's narrative. It was heard by us with different emotions. Pleyel did not scruple to regard

the whole as a deception of the senses. Perhaps a voice had been heard; but Wieland's imagination had misled

him in supposing a resemblance to that of his wife, and giving such a signification to the sounds. According

to his custom he spoke what he thought. Sometimes, he made it the theme of grave discussion, but more

frequently treated it with ridicule. He did not believe that sober reasoning would convince his friend, and

gaiety, he thought, was useful to take away the solemnities which, in a mind like Wieland's, an accident of

Pleyel proposed to go in search of the letter. He went and speedily returned, bearing it in his hand. He had

found it open on the pedestal; and neither voice nor visage had risen to impede his design.

Catharine was endowed with an uncommon portion of good sense; but her mind was accessible, on this

quarter, to wonder and panic. That her voice should be thus inexplicably and unwarrantably assumed, was a

source of no small disquietude. She admitted the plausibility of the arguments by which Pleyel endeavoured

to prove, that this was no more than an auricular deception; but this conviction was sure to be shaken, when

she turned her eyes upon her husband, and perceived that Pleyel's logic was far from having produced the

As to myself, my attention was engaged by this occurrence. I could not fail to perceive a shadowy

resemblance between it and my father's death. On the latter event, I had frequently reflected; my reflections

never conducted me to certainty, but the doubts that existed were not of a tormenting kind. I could not deny

that the event was miraculous, and yet I was invincibly averse to that method of solution. My wonder was

excited by the inscrutableness of the cause, but my wonder was unmixed with sorrow or fear. It begat in me a

thrilling, and not unpleasing solemnity. Similar to these were the sensations produced by the recent

But its effect upon my brother's imagination was of chief moment. All that was desirable was, that it should

be regarded by him with indifference. The worst effect that could flow, was not indeed very formidable. Yet I

could not bear to think that his senses should be the victims of such delusion. It argued a diseased condition

of his frame, which might show itself hereafter in more dangerous symptoms. The will is the tool of the

understanding, which must fashion its conclusions on the notices of sense. If the senses be depraved, it is

impossible to calculate the evils that may flow from the consequent deductions of the understanding.

I said, this man is of an ardent and melancholy character. Those ideas which, in others, are casual or obscure,

which are entertained in moments of abstraction and solitude, and easily escape when the scene is changed,

have obtained an immoveable hold upon his mind. The conclusions which long habit has rendered familiar,

and, in some sort, palpable to his intellect, are drawn from the deepest sources. All his actions and practical

sentiments are linked with long and abstruse deductions from the system of divine government and the laws

of our intellectual constitution. He is, in some respects, an enthusiast, but is fortified in his belief by

His father's death was always regarded by him as flowing from a direct and supernatural decree. It visited his

meditations oftener than it did mine. The traces which it left were more gloomy and permanent. This new

incident had a visible effect in augmenting his gravity. He was less disposed than formerly to converse and

reading. When we sifted his thoughts, they were generally found to have a relation, more or less direct, with

this incident. It was difficult to ascertain the exact species of impression which it made upon him. He never

introduced the subject into conversation, and listened with a silent and halfserious smile to the satirical

One evening we chanced to be alone together in the temple. I seized that opportunity of investigating the state

of his thoughts. After a pause, which he seemed in no wise inclined to interrupt, I spoke to him"How

almost palpable is this dark; yet a ray from above would dispel it." "Ay," said Wieland, with fervor, "not only

the physical, but moral night would be dispelled." "But why," said I, "must the Divine Will address its

precepts to the eye?" He smiled significantly. "True," said he, "the understanding has other avenues." "You

have never," said I, approaching nearer to the point"you have never told me in what way you considered

the late extraordinary incident." "There is no determinate way in which the subject can be viewed. Here is an

effect, but the cause is utterly inscrutable. To suppose a deception will not do. Such is possible, but there are

twenty other suppositions more probable. They must all be set aside before we reach that point." "What are

these twenty suppositions?" "It is needless to mention them. They are only less improbable than Pleyel's.

Time may convert one of them into certainty. Till then it is useless to expatiate on them."

Some time had elapsed when there happened another occurrence, still more remarkable. Pleyel, on his return

from Europe, brought information of considerable importance to my brother. My ancestors were noble

Saxons, and possessed large domains in Lusatia. The Prussian wars had destroyed those persons whose right

to these estates precluded my brother's. Pleyel had been exact in his inquiries, and had discovered that, by the

law of maleprimogeniture, my brother's claims were superior to those of any other person now living.

Nothing was wanting but his presence in that country, and a legal application to establish this claim.

Pleyel strenuously recommended this measure. The advantages he thought attending it were numerous, and it

would argue the utmost folly to neglect them. Contrary to his expectation he found my brother averse to the

scheme. Slight efforts, he, at first, thought would subdue his reluctance; but he found this aversion by no

means slight. The interest that he took in the happiness of his friend and his sister, and his own partiality to

the Saxon soil, from which he had likewise sprung, and where he had spent several years of his youth, made

him redouble his exertions to win Wieland's consent. For this end he employed every argument that his

invention could suggest. He painted, in attractive colours, the state of manners and government in that

country, the security of civil rights, and the freedom of religious sentiments. He dwelt on the privileges of

wealth and rank, and drew from the servile condition of one class, an argument in favor of his scheme, since

the revenue and power annexed to a German principality afford so large a field for benevolence. The evil

flowing from this power, in malignant hands, was proportioned to the good that would arise from the virtuous

use of it. Hence, Wieland, in forbearing to claim his own, withheld all the positive felicity that would accrue

to his vassals from his success, and hazarded all the misery that would redound from a less enlightened

It was easy for my brother to repel these arguments, and to shew that no spot on the globe enjoyed equal

security and liberty to that which he at present inhabited. That if the Saxons had nothing to fear from

misgovernment, the external causes of havoc and alarm were numerous and manifest. The recent

devastations committed by the Prussians furnished a specimen of these. The horrors of war would always

impend over them, till Germany were seized and divided by Austrian and Prussian tyrants; an event which he

strongly suspected was at no great distance. But setting these considerations aside, was it laudable to grasp at

wealth and power even when they were within our reach? Were not these the two great sources of depravity?

What security had he, that in this change of place and condition, he should not degenerate into a tyrant and

voluptuary? Power and riches were chiefly to be dreaded on account of their tendency to deprave the

possessor. He held them in abhorrence, not only as instruments of misery to others, but to him on whom they

were conferred. Besides, riches were comparative, and was he not rich already? He lived at present in the

bosom of security and luxury. All the instruments of pleasure, on which his reason or imagination set any

value, were within his reach. But these he must forego, for the sake of advantages which, whatever were their

value, were as yet uncertain. In pursuit of an imaginary addition to his wealth, he must reduce himself to

poverty, he must exchange present certainties for what was distant and contingent; for who knows not that the

law is a system of expence, delay and uncertainty? If he should embrace this scheme, it would lay him under

the necessity of making a voyage to Europe, and remaining for a certain period, separate from his family. He

must undergo the perils and discomforts of the ocean; he must divest himself of all domestic pleasures; he

must deprive his wife of her companion, and his children of a father and instructor, and all for what? For the

ambiguous advantages which overgrown wealth and flagitious tyranny have to bestow? For a precarious

possession in a land of turbulence and war? Advantages, which will not certainly be gained, and of which the

Pleyel was enamoured of his scheme on account of its intrinsic benefits, but, likewise, for other reasons. His

abode at Leipsig made that country appear to him like home. He was connected with this place by many

social ties. While there he had not escaped the amorous contagion. But the lady, though her heart was

impressed in his favor, was compelled to bestow her hand upon another. Death had removed this impediment,

and he was now invited by the lady herself to return. This he was of course determined to do, but was anxious

to obtain the company of Wieland; he could not bear to think of an eternal separation from his present

associates. Their interest, he thought, would be no less promoted by the change than his own. Hence he was

He knew that he could not hope for mine or his sister's ready concurrence in this scheme. Should the subject

be mentioned to us, we should league our efforts against him, and strengthen that reluctance in Wieland

which already was sufficiently difficult to conquer. He, therefore, anxiously concealed from us his purpose. If

Wieland were previously enlisted in his cause, he would find it a less difficult task to overcome our aversion.

My brother was silent on this subJect, because he believed himself in no danger of changing his opinion, and

he was willing to save us from any uneasiness. The mere mention of such a scheme, and the possibility of his

One day, about three weeks subsequent to the mysterious call, it was agreed that the family should be my

guests. Seldom had a day been passed by us, of more serene enjoyment. Pleyel had promised us his company,

but we did not see him till the sun had nearly declined. He brought with him a countenance that betokened

disappointment and vexation. He did not wait for our inquiries, but immediately explained the cause. Two

days before a packet had arrived from Hamburgh, by which he had flattered himself with the expectation of

receiving letters, but no letters had arrived. I never saw him so much subdued by an untoward event. His

thoughts were employed in accounting for the silence of his friends. He was seized with the torments of

jealousy, and suspected nothing less than the infidelity of her to whom he had devoted his heart. The silence

must have been concerted. Her sickness, or absence, or death, would have increased the certainty of some

one's having written. No supposition could be formed but that his mistress had grown indifferent, or that she

had transferred her affections to another. The miscarriage of a letter was hardly within the reach of

possibility. From Leipsig to Hamburgh, and from Hamburgh hither, the conveyance was exposed to no

He had been so long detained in America chiefly in consequence of Wieland's aversion to the scheme which

he proposed. He now became more impatient than ever to return to Europe. When he reflected that, by his

delays, he had probably forfeited the affections of his mistress, his sensations amounted to agony. It only

remained, by his speedy departure, to repair, if possible, or prevent so intolerable an evil. Already he had half

resolved to embark in this very ship which, he was informed, would set out in a few weeks on her return.

Meanwhile he determined to make a new attempt to shake the resolution of Wieland. The evening was

somewhat advanced when he invited the latter to walk abroad with him. The invitation was accepted, and

they left Catharine, Louisa and me, to amuse ourselves by the best means in our power. During this walk,

Pleyel renewed the subject that was nearest his heart. He reurged all his former arguments, and placed them

They promised to return shortly; but hour after hour passed, and they made not their appearance. Engaged in

sprightly conversation, it was not till the clock struck twelve that we were reminded of the lapse of time. The

absence of our friends excited some uneasy apprehensions. We were expressing our fears, and comparing our

conjectures as to what might be the cause, when they entered together. There were indications in their

countenances that struck me mute. These were unnoticed by Catharine, who was eager to express her surprize

and curiosity at the length of their walk. As they listened to her, I remarked that their surprize was not less

than ours. They gazed in silence on each other, and on her. I watched their looks, but could not understand

These appearances diverted Catharine's inquiries into a new channel. What did they mean, she asked, by their

silence, and by their thus gazing wildly at each other, and at her? Pleyel profited by this hint, and assuming an

air of indifference, framed some trifling excuse, at the same time darting significant glances at Wieland, as if

to caution him against disclosing the truth. My brother said nothing, but delivered himself up to meditation. I

likewise was silent, but burned with impatience to fathom this mystery. Presently my brother and his wife,

and Louisa, returned home. Pleyel proposed, of his own accord, to be my guest for the night. This

As soon as we were left alone, Pleyel's countenance assumed an air of seriousness, and even consternation,

which I had never before beheld in him. The steps with which he measured the floor betokened the trouble of

his thoughts. My inquiries were suspended by the hope that he would give me the information that I wanted

without the importunity of questions. I waited some time, but the confusion of his thoughts appeared in no

degree to abate. At length I mentioned the apprehensions which their unusual absence had occasioned, and

which were increased by their behaviour since their return, and solicited an explanation. He stopped when I

began to speak, and looked stedfastly at me. When I had done, he said, to me, in a tone which faultered

through the vehemence of his emotions, "How were you employed during our absence?" "In turning over the

Della Crusca dictionary, and talking on different subjects; but just before your entrance, we were tormenting

ourselves with omens and prognosticks relative to your absence." "Catherine was with you the whole time?"

"Yes." "But are you sure?" "Most sure. She was not absent a moment." He stood, for a time, as if to assure

himself of my sincerity. Then, clinching his hands, and wildly lifting them above his head, "Lo," cried he, "I

This was her whom he loved. I was not surprised at the agitations which he betrayed. "But how was the

information procured? How was the truth of this news connected with the circumstance of Catharine's

remaining in our company?" He was for some time inattentive to my questions. When he spoke, it seemed

"And yet it might be a mere deception. But could both of us in that case have been deceived? A rare and

prodigious coincidence! Barely not impossible. And yet, if the accent be oracularTheresa is dead. No, no,"

continued he, covering his face with his hands, and in a tone half broken into sobs, "I cannot believe it. She

has not written, but if she were dead, the faithful Bertrand would have given me the earliest information. And

yet if he knew his master, he must have easily guessed at the effect of such tidings. In pity to me he was

"Clara, forgive me; to you, this behaviour is mysterious. I will explain as well as I am able. But say not a

word to Catharine. Her strength of mind is inferior to your's. She will, besides, have more reason to be

Pleyel proceeded to inform me, for the first time, of the scheme which he had pressed, with so much

earnestness, on my brother. He enumerated the objections which had been made, and the industry with which

he had endeavoured to confute them. He mentioned the effect upon his resolutions produced by the failure of

a letter. "During our late walk," continued he, "I introduced the subject that was nearest my heart. I reurged

all my former arguments, and placed them in more forcible lights. Wieland was still refractory. He expatiated

on the perils of wealth and power, on the sacredness of conjugal and parental duties, and the happiness of

"No wonder that the time passed, unperceived, away. Our whole souls were engaged in this cause. Several

times we came to the foot of the rock; as soon as we perceived it, we changed our course, but never failed to

terminate our circuitous and devious ramble at this spot. At length your brother observed, "We seem to be led

hither by a kind of fatality. Since we are so near, let us ascend and rest ourselves a while. If you are not weary

"I tacitly consented. We mounted the stairs, and drawing the sofa in front of the river, we seated ourselves

upon it. I took up the thread of our discourse where we had dropped it. I ridiculed his dread of the sea, and his

attachment to home. I kept on in this strain, so congenial with my disposition, for some time, uninterrupted

by him. At length, he said to me, "Suppose now that I, whom argument has not convinced, should yield to

ridicule, and should agree that your scheme is eligible; what will you have gained? Nothing. You have other

enemies beside myself to encounter. When you have vanquished me, your toil has scarcely begun. There are

my sister and wife, with whom it will remain for you to maintain the contest. And trust me, they are

adversaries whom all your force and stratagem will never subdue." I insinuated that they would model

themselves by his will: that Catharine would think obedience her duty. He answered, with some quickness,

"You mistake. Their concurrence is indispensable. It is not my custom to exact sacrifices of this kind. I live to

be their protector and friend, and not their tyrant and foe. If my wife shall deem her happiness, and that of her

children, most consulted by remaining where she is, here she shall remain." "But," said I, "when she knows

your pleasure, will she not conform to it?" Before my friend had time to answer this question, a negative was

clearly and distinctly uttered from another quarter. It did not come from one side or the other, from before us

"If any uncertainty had existed with regard to these particulars, it would have been removed by a deliberate

and equally distinct repetition of the same monosyllable, "No." The voice was my sister's. It appeared to

come from the roof. I started from my seat. Catharine, exclaimed I, where are you? No answer was returned. I

searched the room, and the area before it, but in vain. Your brother was motionless in his seat. I returned to

him, and placed myself again by his side. My astonishment was not less than his."

"Well," said he, at length, "What think you of this? This is the selfsame voice which I formerly heard; you

"Yes," said I, "this, it is plain, is no fiction of the fancy." We again sunk into mutual and thoughtful silence. A

recollection of the hour, and of the length of our absence, made me at last propose to return. We rose up for

this purpose. In doing this, my mind reverted to the contemplation of my own condition. "Yes," said I aloud,

but without particularly addressing myself to Wieland, "my resolution is taken. I cannot hope to prevail with

my friends to accompany me. They may doze away their days on the banks of Schuylkill, but as to me, I go in

the next vessel; I will fly to her presence, and demand the reason of this extraordinary silence."

"I had scarcely finished the sentence, when the same mysterious voice exclaimed, "You shall not go. The seal

of death is on her lips. Her silence is the silence of the tomb." Think of the effects which accents like these

must have had upon me. I shuddered as I listened. As soon as I recovered from my first amazement, "Who is

it that speaks?" said I, "whence did you procure these dismal tidings?" I did not wait long for an answer.

"From a source that cannot fail. Be satisfied. She is dead." You may justly be surprised, that, in the

circumstances in which I heard the tidings, and notwithstanding the mystery which environed him by whom

they were imparted, I could give an undivided attention to the facts, which were the subject of our dialogue. I

eagerly inquired, when and where did she die? What was the cause of her death? Was her death absolutely

certain? An answer was returned only to the last of these questions. "Yes," was pronounced by the same

voice; but it now sounded from a greater distance, and the deepest silence was all the return made to my

"It was my sister's voice; but it could not be uttered by her; and yet, if not by her, by whom was it uttered?

When we returned hither, and discovered you together, the doubt that had previously existed was removed. It

was manifest that the intimation came not from her. Yet if not from her, from whom could it come? Are the

circumstances attending the imparting of this news proof that the tidings are true? God forbid that they should

Here Pleyel sunk into anxious silence, and gave me leisure to ruminate on this inexplicable event. I am at a

loss to describe the sensations that affected me. I am not fearful of shadows. The tales of apparitions and

enchantments did not possess that power over my belief which could even render them interesting. I saw

nothing in them but ignorance and folly, and was a stranger even to that terror which is pleasing. But this

incident was different from any that I had ever before known. Here were proofs of a sensible and intelligent

existence, which could not be denied. Here was information obtained and imparted by means unquestionably

That there are conscious beings, beside ourselves, in existence, whose modes of activity and information

surpass our own, can scarcely be denied. Is there a glimpse afforded us into a world of these superior beings?

My heart was scarcely large enough to give admittance to so swelling a thought. An awe, the sweetest and

most solemn that imagination can conceive, pervaded my whole frame. It forsook me not when I parted from

Pleyel and retired to my chamber. An impulse was given to my spirits utterly incompatible with sleep. I

passed the night wakeful and full of meditation. I was impressed with the belief of mysterious, but not of

malignant agency. Hitherto nothing had occurred to persuade me that this airy minister was busy to evil

rather than to good purposes. On the contrary, the idea of superior virtue had always been associated in my

mind with that of superior power. The warnings that had thus been heard appeared to have been prompted by

beneficent intentions. My brother had been hindered by this voice from ascending the hill. He was told that

danger lurked in his path, and his obedience to the intimation had perhaps saved him from a destiny similar to

Pleyel had been rescued from tormenting uncertainty, and from the hazards and fatigues of a fruitless voyage,

This woman was then dead. A confirmation of the tidings, if true, would speedily arrive. Was this

confirmation to be deprecated or desired? By her death, the tie that attached him to Europe, was taken away.

Henceforward every motive would combine to retain him in his native country, and we were rescued from the

deep regrets that would accompany his hopeless absence from us. Propitious was the spirit that imparted

these tidings. Propitious he would perhaps have been, if he had been instrumental in producing, as well as in

communicating the tidings of her death. Propitious to us, the friends of Pleyel, to whom has thereby been

secured the enjoyment of his society; and not unpropitious to himself; for though this object of his love be

snatched away, is there not another who is able and willing to console him for her loss?

Twenty days after this, another vessel arrived from the same port. In this interval, Pleyel, for the most part,

estranged himself from his old companions. He was become the prey of a gloomy and unsociable grief. His

walks were limited to the bank of the Delaware. This bank is an artificial one. Reeds and the river are on one

side, and a watery marsh on the other, in that part which bounded his lands, and which extended from the

mouth of Hollander's creek to that of Schuylkill. No scene can be imagined less enticing to a lover of the

picturesque than this. The shore is deformed with mud, and incumbered with a forest of reeds. The fields, in

most seasons, are mire; but when they afford a firm footing, the ditches by which they are bounded and

intersected, are mantled with stagnating green, and emit the most noxious exhalations. Health is no less a

stranger to those seats than pleasure. Spring and autumn are sure to be accompanied with agues and bilious

The scenes which environed our dwellings at Mettingen constituted the reverse of this. Schuylkill was here a

pure and translucid current, broken intO wild and ceaseless music by rocky points, murmuring on a sandy

margin, and reflecting on its surface, banks of all varieties of height and degrees of declivity. These banks

were chequered by patches of dark verdure and shapeless masses of white marble, and crowned by copses of

cedar, or by the regular magnificence of orchards, which, at this season, were in blossom, and were prodigal

of odours. The ground which receded from the river was scooped into valleys and dales. Its beauties were

enhanced by the horticultural skill of my brother, who bedecked this exquisite assemblage of slopes and

risings with every species of vegetable ornament, from the giant arms of the oak to the clustering tendrils of

To screen him from the unwholesome airs of his own residence, it had been proposed to Pleyel to spend the

months of spring with us. He had apparently acquiesced in this proposal; but the late event induced him to

change his purpose. He was only to be seen by visiting him in his retirements. His gaiety had flown, and

every passion was absorbed in eagerness to procure tidings from Saxony. I have mentioned the arrival of

another vessel from the Elbe. He descried her early one morning as he was passing along the skirt of the

river. She was easily recognized, being the ship in which he had performed his first voyage to Germany. He

immediately went on board, but found no letters directed to him. This omission was, in some degree,

compensated by meeting with an old acquaintance among the passengers, who had till lately been a resident

in Leipsig. This person put an end to all suspense respecting the fate of Theresa, by relating the particulars of

Thus was the truth of the former intimation attested. No longer devoured by suspense, the grief of Pleyel was

not long in yielding to the influence of society. He gave himself up once more to our company. His vivacity

had indeed been damped; but even in this respect he was a more acceptable companion than formerly, since

These incidents, for a time, occupied all our thoughts. In me they produced a sentiment not unallied to

pleasure, and more speedily than in the case of my friends were intermixed with other topics. My brother was

particularly affected by them. It was easy to perceive that most of his meditations were tinctured from this

source. To this was to be ascribed a design in which his pen was, at this period, engaged, of collecting and

investigating the facts which relate to that mysterious personage, the Daemon of Socrates.

My brother's skill in Greek and Roman learning was exceeded by that of few, and no doubt the world would

have accepted a treatise upon this subject from his hand with avidity; but alas! this and every other scheme of

I now come to the mention of a person with whose name the most turbulent sensations are connected. It is

with a shuddering reluctance that I enter on the province of describing him. Now it is that I begin to perceive

the difficulty of the task which I have undertaken; but it would be weakness to shrink from it. My blood is

congealed: and my fingers are palsied when I call up his image. Shame upon my cowardly and infirm heart!

Hitherto I have proceeded with some degree of composure, but now I must pause. I mean not that dire

remembrance shall subdue my courage or baffle my design, but this weakness cannot be immediately

I have taken a few turns in my chamber, and have gathered strength enough to proceed. Yet have I not

projected a task beyond my power to execute? If thus, on the very threshold of the scene, my knees faulter

and I sink, how shall I support myself, when I rush into the midst of horrors such as no heart has hitherto

conceived, nor tongue related? I sicken and recoil at the prospect, and yet my irresolution is momentary. I

have not formed this design upon slight grounds, and though I may at times pause and hesitate, I will not be

And thou, O most fatal and potent of mankind, in what terms shall I describe thee? What words are adequate

to the just delineation of thy character? How shall I detail the means which rendered the secrecy of thy

purposes unfathomable? But I will not anticipate. Let me recover if possible, a sober strain. Let me keep

down the flood of passion that would render me precipitate or powerless. Let me stifle the agonies that are

awakened by thy name. Let me, for a time, regard thee as a being of no terrible attributes. Let me tear myself

from contemplation of the evils of which it is but too certain that thou wast the author, and limit my view to

One sunny afternoon, I was standing in the door of my house, when I marked a person passing close to the

edge of the bank that was in front. His pace was a careless and lingering one, and had none of that

gracefulness and ease which distinguish a person with certain advantages of education from a clown. His gait

was rustic and aukward. His form was ungainly and disproportioned. Shoulders broad and square, breast

sunken, his head drooping, his body of uniform breadth, supported by long and lank legs, were the

ingredients of his frame. His garb was not ill adapted to such a figure. A slouched hat, tarnished by the

weather, a coat of thick grey cloth, cut and wrought, as it seemed, by a country tailor, blue worsted stockings,

and shoes fastened by thongs, and deeply discoloured by dust, which brush had never disturbed, constituted

There was nothing remarkable in these appearances; they were frequently to be met with on the road, and in

the harvest field. I cannot tell why I gazed upon them, on this occasion, with more than ordinary attention,

unless it were that such figures were seldom seen by me, except on the road or field. This lawn was only

traversed by men whose views were directed to the pleasures of the walk, or the grandeur of the scenery.

He passed slowly along, frequently pausing, as if to examine the prospect more deliberately, but never

turning his eye towards the house, so as to allow me a view of his countenance. Presently, he entered a copse

at a small distance, and disappeared. My eye followed him while he remained in sight. If his image remained

for any duration in my fancy after his departure, it was because no other object occurred sufficient to expel it.

I continued in the same spot for half an hour, vaguely, and by fits, contemplating the image of this wanderer,

and drawing, from outward appearances, those inferences with respect to the intellectual history of this

person, which experience affords us. I reflected on the alliance which commonly subsists between ignorance

and the practice of agriculture, and indulged myself in airy speculations as to the influence of progressive

knowledge in dissolving this alliance, and embodying the dreams of the poets. I asked why the plough and

the hoe might not become the trade of every human being, and how this trade might be made conducive to,

Weary with these reflections, I returned to the kitchen to perform some household office. I had usually but

one servant, and she was a girl about my own age. I was busy near the chimney, and she was employed near

the door of the apartment, when some one knocked. The door was opened by her, and she was immediately

addressed with "Pry'thee, good girl, canst thou supply a thirsty man with a glass of buttermilk?" She

answered that there was none in the house. "Aye, but there is some in the dairy yonder. Thou knowest as well

as I, though Hermes never taught thee, that though every dairy be an house, every house is not a dairy." To

this speech, though she understood only a part of it, she replied by repeating her assurances, that she had none

to give. "Well then," rejoined the stranger, "for charity's sweet sake, hand me forth a cup of cold water." The

girl said she would go to the spring and fetch it. "Nay, give me the cup, and suffer me to help myself. Neither

manacled nor lame, I should merit burial in the maw of carrion crows, if I laid this task upon thee." She gave

I listened to this dialogue in silence. The words uttered by the person without, affected me as somewhat

singular, but what chiefly rendered them remarkable, was the tone that accompanied them. It was wholly

new. My brother's voice and Pleyel's were musical and energetic. I had fondly imagined, that, in this respect,

they were surpassed by none. Now my mistake was detected. I cannot pretend to communicate the impression

that was made upon me by these accents, or to depict the degree in which force and sweetness were blended

in them. They were articulated with a distinctness that was unexampled in my experience. But this was not

all. The voice was not only mellifluent and clear, but the emphasis was so just, and the modulation so

impassioned, that it seemed as if an heart of stone could not fail of being moved by it. It imparted to me an

emotion altogether involuntary and incontroulable. When he uttered the words "for charity's sweet sake," I

dropped the cloth that I held in my hand, my heart overflowed with sympathy, and my eyes with unbidden

This description will appear to you trifling or incredible. The importance of these circumstances will be

manifested in the sequel. The manner in which I was affected on this occasion, was, to my own apprehension,

a subject of astonishment. The tones were indeed such as I never heard before; but that they should, in an

instant, as it were, dissolve me in tears, will not easily be believed by others, and can scarcely be

It will be readily supposed that I was somewhat inquisitive as to the person and demeanour of our visitant.

After a moment's pause, I stepped to the door and looked after him. Judge my surprize, when I beheld the

selfsame figure that had appeared an half hour before upon the bank. My fancy had conjured up a very

different image. A form, and attitude, and garb, were instantly created worthy to accompany such elocution;

but this person was, in all visible respects, the reverse of this phantom. Strange as it may seem, I could not

speedily reconcile myself to this disappointment. Instead of returning to my employment, I threw myself in a

My attention was, in a few minutes, recalled by the stranger, who returned with the empty cup in his hand. I

had not thought of the circumstance, or should certainly have chosen a different seat. He no sooner shewed

himself, than a confused sense of impropriety, added to the suddenness of the interview, for which, not

having foreseen it, I had made no preparation, threw me into a state of the most painful embarrassment. He

brought with him a placid brow; but no sooner had he cast his eyes upon me, than his face was as glowingly

suffused as my own. He placed the cup upon the bench, stammered out thanks, and retired.

It was some time before I could recover my wonted composure. I had snatched a view of the stranger's

countenance. The impression that it made was vivid and indelible. His cheeks were pallid and lank, his eyes

sunken, his forehead overshadowed by coarse straggling hairs, his teeth large and irregular, though sound and

brilliantly white, and his chin discoloured by a tetter. His skin was of coarse grain, and sallow hue. Every

feature was wide of beauty, and the outline of his face reminded you of an inverted cone.

And yet his forehead, so far as shaggy locks would allow it to be seen, his eyes lustrously black, and

possessing, in the midst of haggardness, a radiance inexpressibly serene and potent, and something in the rest

of his features, which it would be in vain to describe, but which served to betoken a mind of the highest

order, were essential ingredients in the portrait. This, in the effects which immediately flowed from it, I count

among the most extraordinary incidents of my life. This face, seen for a moment, continued for hours to

occupy my fancy, to the exclusion of almost every other image. I had purposed to spend the evening with my

brother, but I could not resist the inclination of forming a sketch upon paper of this memorable visage.

Whether my hand was aided by any peculiar inspiration, or I was deceived by my own fond conceptions, this

I placed it at all distances, and in all lights; my eyes were rivetted upon it. Half the night passed away in

wakefulness and in contemplation of this picture. So flexible, and yet so stubborn, is the human mind. So

obedient to impulses the most transient and brief, and yet so unalterably observant of the direction which is

given to it! How little did I then foresee the termination of that chain, of which this may be regarded as the

Next day arose in darkness and storm. Torrents of rain fell during the whole day, attended with incessant

thunder, which reverberated in stunning echoes from the opposite declivity. The inclemency of the air would

not allow me to walkout. I had, indeed, no inclination to leave my apartment. I betook myself to the

contemplation of this portrait, whose attractions time had rather enhanced than diminished. I laid aside my

usual occupations, and seating myself at a window, consumed the day in alternately looking out upon the

storm, and gazing at the picture which lay upon a table before me. You will, perhaps, deem this conduct

somewhat singular, and ascribe it to certain peculiarities of temper. I am not aware of any such peculiarities. I

can account for my devotion to this image no otherwise, than by supposing that its properties were rare and

prodigious. Perhaps you will suspect that such were the first inroads of a passion incident to every female

heart, and which frequently gains a footing by means even more slight, and more improbable than these. I

shall not controvert the reasonableness of the suspicion, but leave you at liberty to draw, from my narrative,

Night at length returned, and the storm ceased. The air was once more clear and calm, and bore an affecting

contrast to that uproar of the elements by which it had been preceded. I spent the darksome hours, as I spent

the day, contemplative and seated at the window. Why was my mind absorbed in thoughts ominous and

dreary? Why did my bosom heave with sighs, and my eyes overflow with tears? Was the tempest that had

just past a signal of the ruin which impended over me? My soul fondly dwelt upon the images of my brother

and his children, yet they only increased the mournfulness of my contemplations. The smiles of the charming

babes were as bland as formerly. The same dignity sat on the brow of their father, and yet I thought of them

with anguish. Something whispered that the happiness we at present enjoyed was set on mutable foundations.

Death must happen to all. Whether our felicity was to be subverted by it tomorrow, or whether it was

ordained that we should lay down our heads full of years and of honor, was a question that no human being

could solve. At other times, these ideas seldom intruded. I either forbore to reflect upon the destiny that is

reserved for all men, or the reflection was mixed up with images that disrobed it of terror; but now the

uncertainty of life occurred to me without any of its usual and alleviating accompaniments. I said to myself,

we must die. Sooner or later, we must disappear for ever from the face of the earth. Whatever be the links that

hold us to life, they must be broken. This scene of existence is, in all its parts, calamitous. The greater number

is oppressed with immediate evils, and those, the tide of whose fortunes is full, how small is their portion of

For some time I indulged myself, without reluctance, in these gloomy thoughts; but at length, the dejection

which they produced became insupportably painful. I endeavoured to dissipate it with music. I had all my

grandfather's melody as well as poetry by rote. I now lighted by chance on a ballad, which commemorated

the fate of a German Cavalier, who fell at the siege of Nice under Godfrey of Bouillon. My choice was

unfortunate, for the scenes of violence and carnage which were here wildly but forcibly pourtrayed, only

I sought refuge, but ineffectually, in sleep. My mind was thronged by vivid, but confused images, and no

effort that I made was sufficient to drive them away. In this situation I heard the clock, which hung in the

room, give the signal for twelve. It was the same instrument which formerly hung in my father's chamber,

and which, on account of its being his workmanship, was regarded, by every one of our family, with

veneration. It had fallen to me, in the division of his property, and was placed in this asylum. The sound

awakened a series of reflections, respecting his death. I was not allowed to pursue them; for scarcely had the

vibrations ceased, when my attention was attracted by a whisper, which, at first, appeared to proceed from

No wonder that a circumstance like this startled me. In the first impulse of my terror, I uttered a slight

scream, and shrunk to the opposite side of the bed. In a moment, however, I recovered from my trepidation. I

was habitually indifferent to all the causes of fear, by which the majority are afflicted. I entertained no

apprehension of either ghosts or robbers. Our security had never been molested by either, and I made use of

no means to prevent or counterwork their machinations. My tranquillity, on this occasion, was quickly

retrieved. The whisper evidently proceeded from one who was posted at my bedside. The first idea that

suggested itself was, that it was uttered by the girl who lived with me as a servant. Perhaps, somewhat had

alarmed her, or she was sick, and had come to request my assistance. By whispering in my ear, she intended

Full of this persuasion, I called; "Judith," said I, "is it you? What do you want? Is there any thing the matter

with you?" No answer was returned. I repeated my inquiry, but equally in vain. Cloudy as was the

atmosphere, and curtained as my bed was, nothing was visible. I withdrew the curtain, and leaning my head

on my elbow, I listened with the deepest attention to catch some new sound. Meanwhile, I ran over in my

My habitation was a wooden edifice, consisting of two stories. In each story were two rooms, separated by an

entry, or middle passage, with which they communicated by opposite doors. The passage, on the lower story,

had doors at the two ends, and a staircase. Windows answered to the doors on the upper story. Annexed to

this, on the eastern side, were wings, divided, in like manner, into an upper and lower room; one of them

comprized a kitchen, and chamber above it for the servant, and communicated, on both stories, with the

parlour adjoining it below, and the chamber adjoining it above. The opposite wing is of smaller dimensions,

the rooms not being above eight feet square. The lower of these was used as a depository of household

implements, the upper was a closet in which I deposited my books and papers. They had but one inlet, which

was from the room adjoining. There was no window in the lower one, and in the upper, a small aperture

which communicated light and air, but would scarcely admit the body. The door which led into this, was

close to my bedhead, and was always locked, but when I myself was within. The avenues below were

The maid was my only companion, and she could not reach my chamber without previously passing through

the opposite chamber, and the middle passage, of which, however, the doors were usually unfastened. If she

had occasioned this noise, she would have answered my repeated calls. No other conclusion, therefore, was

left me, but that I had mistaken the sounds, and that my imagination had transformed some casual noise into

the voice of a human creature. Satisfied with this solution, I was preparing to relinquish my listening attitude,

when my ear was again saluted with a new and yet louder whispering. It appeared, as before, to issue from

lips that touched my pillow. A second effort of attention, however, clearly shewed me, that the sounds issued

from within the closet, the door of which was not more than eight inches from my pillow.

This second interruption occasioned a shock less vehement than the former. I started, but gave no audible

token of alarm. I was so much mistress of my feelings, as to continue listening to what should be said. The

whisper was distinct, hoarse, and uttered so as to shew that the speaker was desirous of being heard by some

one near, but, at the same time, studious to avoid being overheard by any other.

"Stop, stop, I say; madman as you are! there are better means than that. Curse upon your rashness! There is

Such were the words uttered in a tone of eagerness and anger, within so small a distance of my pillow. What

construction could I put upon them? My heart began to palpitate with dread of some unknown danger.

Presently, another voice, but equally near me, was heard whispering in answer. "Why not? I will draw a

trigger in this business, but perdition be my lot if I do more." To this, the first voice returned, in a tone which

rage had heightened in a small degree above a whisper, "Coward! stand aside, and see me do it. I will grasp

her throat; I will do her business in an instant; she shall not have time so much as to groan." What wonder

that I was petrified by sounds so dreadful! Murderers lurked in my closet. They were planning the means of

my destruction. One resolved to shoot, and the other menaced suffocation. Their means being chosen, they

would forthwith break the door. Flight instantly suggested itself as most eligible in circumstances so perilous.

I deliberated not a moment; but, fear adding wings to my speed, I leaped out of bed, and scantily robed as I

was, rushed out of the chamber, down stairs, and into the open air. I can hardly recollect the process of

turning keys, and withdrawing bolts. My terrors urged me forward with almost a mechanical impulse. I

stopped not till I reached my brother's door. I had not gained the threshold, when, exhausted by the violence

How long I remained in this situation I know not. When I recovered, I found myself stretched on a bed,

surrounded by my sister and her female servants. I was astonished at the scene before me, but gradually

recovered the recollection of what had happened. I answered their importunate inquiries as well as I was able.

My brother and Pleyel, whom the storm of the preceding day chanced to detain here, informing themselves of

every particular, proceeded with lights and weapons to my deserted habitation. They entered my chamber and

my closet, and found every thing in its proper place and customary order. The door of the closet was locked,

and appeared not to have been opened in my absence. They went to Judith's apartment. They found her asleep

and in safety. Pleyel's caution induced him to forbear alarming the girl; and finding her wholly ignorant of

what had passed, they directed her to return to her chamber. They then fastened the doors, and returned.

My friends were disposed to regard this transaction as a dream. That persons should be actually immured in

this closet, to which, in the circumstances of the time, access from without or within was apparently

impossible, they could not seriously believe. That any human beings had intended murder, unless it were to

cover a scheme of pillage, was incredible; but that no such design had been formed, was evident from the

I revolved every incident and expression that had occurred. My senses assured me of the truth of them, and

yet their abruptness and improbability made me, in my turn, somewhat incredulous. The adventure had made

a deep impression on my fancy, and it was not till after a week's abode at my brother's, that I resolved to

resume the possession of my own dwelling. There was another circumstance that enhanced the

mysteriousness of this event. After my recovery it was obvious to inquire by what means the attention of the

family had been drawn to my situation. I had fallen before I had reached the threshold, or was able to give

any signal. My brother related, that while this was transacting in my chamber, he himself was awake, in

consequence of some slight indisposition, and lay, according to his custom, musing on some favorite topic.

Suddenly the silence, which was remarkably profound, was broken by a voice of most piercing shrillness, that

seemed to be uttered by one in the hall below his chamber. "Awake! arise!" it exclaimed: "hasten to succour

This summons was effectual. There was no one in the house who was not roused by it. Pleyel was the first to

obey, and my brother overtook him before he reached the hall. What was the general astonishment when your

friend was discovered stretched upon the grass before the door, pale, ghastly, and with every mark of death!

This was the third instance of a voice, exerted for the benefit of this little community. The agent was no less

inscrutable in this, than in the former case. When I ruminated upon these events, my soul was suspended in

wonder and awe. Was I really deceived in imagining that I heard the closet conversation? I was no longer at

liberty to question the reality of those accents which had formerly recalled my brother from the hill; which

had imparted tidings of the death of the German lady to Pleyel; and which had lately summoned them to my

But how was I to regard this midnight conversation? Hoarse and manlike voices conferring on the means of

death, so near my bed, and at such an hour! How had my ancient security vanished! That dwelling, which had

hitherto been an inviolate asylum, was now beset with danger to my life. That solitude, formerly so dear to

me, could no longer be endured. Pleyel, who had consented to reside with us during the months of spring,

lodged in the vacant chamber, in order to quiet my alarms. He treated my fears with ridicule, and in a short

time very slight traces of them remained: but as it was wholly indifferent to him whether his nights were

passed at my house or at my brother's, this arrangement gave general satisfaction.

I will not enumerate the various inquiries and conjectures which these incidents occasioned. After all our

efforts, we came no nearer to dispelling the mist in which they were involved; and time, instead of facilitating

In the midst of thoughts excited by these events, I was not unmindful of my interview with the stranger. I

related the particulars, and shewed the portrait to my friends. Pleyel recollected to have met with a figure

resembling my description in the city; but neither his face or garb made the same impression upon him that it

made upon me. It was a hint to rally me upon my prepossessions, and to amuse us with a thousand ludicrous

anecdotes which he had collected in his travels. He made no scruple to charge me with being in love; and

Pleyel's temper made him susceptible of no durable impressions. His conversation was occasionally visited

by gleams of his ancient vivacity; but, though his impetuosity was sometimes inconvenient, there was

nothing to dread from his malice. I had no fear that my character or dignity would suffer in his hands, and

was not heartily displeased when he declared his intention of profiting by his first meeting with the stranger

Some weeks after this I had spent a toilsome day, and, as the sun declined, found myself disposed to seek

relief in a walk. The river bank is, at this part of it, and for some considerable space upward, so rugged and

steep as not to be easily descended. In a recess of this declivity, near the southern verge of my little demesne,

was placed a slight building, with seats and lattices. From a crevice of the rock, to which this edifice was

attached, there burst forth a stream of the purest water, which, leaping from ledge to ledge, for the space of

sixty feet, produced a freshness in the air, and a murmur, the most delicious and soothing imaginable. These,

added to the odours of the cedars which embowered it, and of the honeysuckle which clustered among the

On this occasion I repaired hither. My spirits drooped through the fatigue of long attention, and I threw

myself upon a bench, in a state, both mentally and personally, of the utmost supineness. The lulling sounds of

the waterfall, the fragrance and the dusk combined to becalm my spirits, and, in a short time, to sink me into

sleep. Either the uneasiness of my posture, or some slight indisposition molested my repose with dreams of

no cheerful hue. After various incoherences had taken their turn to occupy my fancy, I at length imagined

myself walking, in the evening twilight, to my brother's habitation. A pit, methought, had been dug in the

path I had taken, of which I was not aware. As I carelessly pursued my walk, I thought I saw my brother,

standing at some distance before me, beckoning and calling me to make haste. He stood on the opposite edge

of the gulph. I mended my pace, and one step more would have plunged me into this abyss, had not some one

from behind caught suddenly my arm, and exclaimed, in a voice of eagerness and terror, "Hold! hold!"

The sound broke my sleep, and I found myself, at the next moment, standing on my feet, and surrounded by

the deepest darkness. Images so terrific and forcible disabled me, for a time, from distinguishing between

sleep and wakefulness, and withheld from me the knowledge of my actual condition. My first panics were

succeeded by the perturbations of surprize, to find myself alone in the open air, and immersed in so deep a

gloom. I slowly recollected the incidents of the afternoon, and how I came hither. I could not estimate the

time, but saw the propriety of returning with speed to the house. My faculties were still too confused, and the

darkness too intense, to allow me immediately to find my way up the steep. I sat down, therefore, to recover

This was no sooner done, than a low voice was heard from behind the lattice, on the side where I sat.

Between the rock and the lattice was a chasm not wide enough to admit a human body; yet, in this chasm he

This voice was immediately recognized to be the same with one of those which I had heard in the closet; it

was the voice of him who had proposed to shoot, rather than to strangle, his victim. My terror made me, at

once, mute and motionless. He continued, "I leagued to murder you. I repent. Mark my bidding, and be safe.

Avoid this spot. The snares of death encompass it. Elsewhere danger will be distant; but this spot, shun it as

you value your life. Mark me further; profit by this warning, but divulge it not. If a syllable of what has

Here the accents ceased, and left me overwhelmed with dismay. I was fraught with the persuasion, that

during every moment I remained here, my life was endangered; but I could not take a step without hazard of

falling to the bottom of the precipice. The path, leading to the summit, was short, but rugged and intricate.

Even starlight was excluded by the umbrage, and not the faintest gleam was afforded to guide my steps.

In this state of uncertainty, I perceived a ray flit across the gloom and disappear. Another succeeded, which

was stronger, and remained for a passing moment. It glittered on the shrubs that were scattered at the

entrance, and gleam continued to succeed gleam for a few seconds, till they, finally, gave place to

The first visitings of this light called up a train of horrors in my mind; destruction impended over this spot;

the voice which I had lately heard had warned me to retire, and had menaced me with the fate of my father if

I refused. I was desirous, but unable, to obey; these gleams were such as preluded the stroke by which he fell;

the hour, perhaps, was the sameI shuddered as if I had beheld, suspended over me, the exterminating

Presently a new and stronger illumination burst through the lattice on the right hand, and a voice, from the

edge of the precipice above, called out my name. It was Pleyel. Joyfully did I recognize his accents; but such

was the tumult of my thoughts that I had not power to answer him till he had frequently repeated his

summons. I hurried, at length, from the fatal spot, and, directed by the lanthorn which he bore, ascended the

Pale and breathless, it was with difficulty I could support myself. He anxiously inquired into the cause of my

affright, and the motive of my unusual absence. He had returned from my brother's at a late hour, and was

informed by Judith, that I had walked out before sunset, and had not yet returned. This intelligence was

somewhat alarming. He waited some time; but, my absence continuing, he had set out in search of me. He

had explored the neighbourhood with the utmost care, but, receiving no tidings of me, he was preparing to

acquaint my brother with this circumstance, when he recollected the summerhouse on the bank, and

conceived it possible that some accident had detained me there. He again inquired into the cause of this

I told him that I had strolled hither in the afternoon, that sleep had overtaken me as I sat, and that I had

awakened a few minutes before his arrival. I could tell him no more. In the present impetuosity of my

thoughts, I was almost dubious, whether the pit, into which my brother had endeavoured to entice me, and the

voice that talked through the lattice, were not parts of the same dream. I remembered, likewise, the charge of

secrecy, and the penalty denounced, if I should rashly divulge what I had heard. For these reasons, I was

silent on that subject, and shutting myself in my chamber, delivered myself up to contemplation.

What I have related will, no doubt, appear to you a fable. You will believe that calamity has subverted my

reason, and that I am amusing you with the chimeras of my brain, instead of facts that have really happened. I

shall not be surprized or offended, if these be your suspicions. I know not, indeed, how you can deny them

admission. For, if to me, the immediate witness, they were fertile of perplexity and doubt, how must they

affect another to whom they are recommended only by my testimony? It was only by subsequent events, that

Meanwhile what was I to think? I had been assured that a design had been formed against my life. The

ruffians had leagued to murder me. Whom had I offended? Who was there with whom I had ever maintained

My temper was the reverse of cruel and imperious. My heart was touched with sympathy for the children of

misfortune. But this sympathy was not a barren sentiment. My purse, scanty as it was, was ever open, and my

hands ever active, to relieve distress. Many were the wretches whom my personal exertions had extricated

from want and disease, and who rewarded me with their gratitude. There was no face which lowered at my

approach, and no lips which uttered imprecations in my hearing. On the contrary, there was none, over whose

fate I had exerted any influence, or to whom I was known by reputation, who did not greet me with smiles,

and dismiss me with proofs of veneration; yet did not my senses assure me that a plot was laid against my

I am not destitute of courage. I have shewn myself deliberative and calm in the midst of peril. I have

hazarded my own life, for the preservation of another, but now was I confused and panic struck. I have not

lived so as to fear death, yet to perish by an unseen and secret stroke, to be mangled by the knife of an

assassin was a thought at which I shuddered; what had I done to deserve to be made the victim of malignant

But soft! was I not assured, that my life was safe in all places but one? And why was the treason limited to

take effect in this spot? I was every where equally defenceless. My house and chamber were, at all times,

accessible. Danger still impended over me; the bloody purpose was still entertained, but the hand that was to

Here I had remained for the last four or five hours, without the means of resistance or defence, yet I had not

been attacked. A human being was at hand, who was conscious of my presence, and warned me hereafter to

avoid this retreat. His voice was not absolutely new, but had I never heard it but once before? But why did he

prohibit me from relating this incident to others, and what species of death will be awarded if I disobey?

He talked of my father. He intimated, that disclosure would pull upon my head, the same destruction. Was

then the death of my father, portentous and inexplicable as it was, the consequence of human machinations?

It should seem, that this being is apprised of the true nature of this event, and is conscious of the means that

led to it. Whether it shall likewise fall upon me, depends upon the observance of silence. Was it the infraction

Such were the reflections that haunted me during the night, and which effectually deprived me of sleep. Next

morning, at breakfast, Pleyel related an event which my disappearance had hindered him from mentioning the

night before. Early the preceding morning, his occasions called him to the city; he had stepped into a

coffeehouse to while away an hour; here he had met a person whose appearance instantly bespoke him to be

the same whose hasty visit I have mentioned, and whose extraordinary visage and tones had so powerfully

affected me. On an attentive survey, however, he proved, likewise, to be one with whom my friend had had

some intercourse in Europe. This authorised the liberty of accosting him, and after some conversation,

mindful, as Pleyel said, of the footing which this stranger had gained in my heart, he had ventured to invite

him to Mettingen. The invitation had been cheerfully accepted, and a visit promised on the afternoon of the

This information excited no sober emotions in my breast. I was, of course, eager to be informed as to the

circumstances of their ancient intercourse. When, and where had they met? What knew he of the life and

In answer to my inquiries, he informed me that, three years before, he was a traveller in Spain. He had made

an excursion from Valencia to Murviedro, with a view to inspect the remains of Roman magnificence,

scattered in the environs of that town. While traversing the scite of the theatre of old Saguntum, he lighted

upon this man, seated on a stone, and deeply engaged in perusing the work of the deacon Marti. A short

conversation ensued, which proved the stranger to be English. They returned to Valencia together.

His garb, aspect, and deportment, were wholly Spanish. A residence of three years in the country,

indefatigable attention to the language, and a studious conformity with the customs of the people, had made

him indistinguishable from a native, when he chose to assume that character. Pleyel found him to be

connected, on the footing of friendship and respect, with many eminent merchants in that city. He had

embraced the catholic religion, and adopted a Spanish name instead of his own, which was CARWIN, and

devoted himself to the literature and religion of his new country. He pursued no profession, but subsisted on

While Pleyel remained in Valencia, Carwin betrayed no aversion to intercourse, and the former found no

small attractions in the society of this new acquaintance. On general topics he was highly intelligent and

communicative. He had visited every corner of Spain, and could furnish the most accurate details respecting

its ancient and present state. On topics of religion and of his own history, previous to his

TRANSFORMATION into a Spaniard, he was invariably silent. You could merely gather from his discourse

that he was English, and that he was well acquainted with the neighbouring countries.

His character excited considerable curiosity in this observer. It was not easy to reconcile his conversion to the

Romish faith, with those proofs of knowledge and capacity that were exhibited by him on different occasions.

A suspicion was, sometimes, admitted, that his belief was counterfeited for some political purpose. The most

careful observation, however, produced no discovery. His manners were, at all times, harmless and

inartificial, and his habits those of a lover of contemplation and seclusion. He appeared to have contracted an

My friend, after a month's residence in this city, returned into France, and, since that period, had heard

On this occasion Carwin had received Pleyel's greeting with a certain distance and solemnity to which the

latter had not been accustomed. He had waved noticing the inquiries of Pleyel respecting his desertion of

Spain, in which he had formerly declared that it was his purpose to spend his life. He had assiduously

diverted the attention of the latter to indifferent topics, but was still, on every theme, as eloquent and

judicious as formerly. Why he had assumed the garb of a rustic, Pleyel was unable to conjecture. Perhaps it

might be poverty, perhaps he was swayed by motives which it was his interest to conceal, but which were

Such was the sum of my friend's information. I was not sorry to be left alone during the greater part of this

day. Every employment was irksome which did not leave me at liberty to meditate. I had now a new subject

on which to exercise my thoughts. Before evening I should be ushered into his presence, and listen to those

tones whose magical and thrilling power I had already experienced. But with what new images would he then

Carwin was an adherent to the Romish faith, yet was an Englishman by birth, and, perhaps, a protestant by

education. He had adopted Spain for his country, and had intimated a design to spend his days there, yet now

was an inhabitant of this district, and disguised by the habiliments of a clown! What could have obliterated

the impressions of his youth, and made him abjure his religion and his country? What subsequent events had

introduced so total a change in his plans? In withdrawing from Spain, had he reverted to the religion of his

ancestors; or was it true, that his former conversion was deceitful, and that his conduct had been swayed by

Hours were consumed in revolving these ideas. My meditations were intense; and, when the series was

broken, I began to reflect with astonishment on my situation. From the death of my parents, till the

commencement of this year, my life had been serene and blissful, beyond the ordinary portion of humanity;

but, now, my bosom was corroded by anxiety. I was visited by dread of unknown dangers, and the future was

a scene over which clouds rolled, and thunders muttered. I compared the cause with the effect, and they

seemed disproportioned to each other. All unaware, and in a manner which I had no power to explain, I was

I determined to be my brother's visitant on this evening, yet my resolves were not unattended with wavering

and reluctance. Pleyel's insinuations that I was in love, affected, in no degree, my belief, yet the

consciousness that this was the opinion of one who would, probably, be present at our introduction to each

other, would excite all that confusion which the passion itself is apt to produce. This would confirm him in

his error, and call forth new railleries. His mirth, when exerted upon this topic, was the source of the bitterest

vexation. Had he been aware of its influence upon my happiness, his temper would not have allowed him to

persist; but this influence, it was my chief endeavour to conceal. That the belief of my having bestowed my

heart upon another, produced in my friend none but ludicrous sensations, was the true cause of my distress;

but if this had been discovered by him, my distress would have been unspeakably aggravated.

As soon as evening arrived, I performed my visit. Carwin made one of the company, into which I was

ushered. Appearances were the same as when I before beheld him. His garb was equally negligent and rustic.

I gazed upon his countenance with new curiosity. My situation was such as to enable me to bestow upon it a

deliberate examination. Viewed at more leisure, it lost none of its wonderful properties. I could not deny my

homage to the intelligence expressed in it, but was wholly uncertain, whether he were an object to be dreaded

He was sparing in discourse; but whatever he said was pregnant with meaning, and uttered with rectitude of

articulation, and force of emphasis, of which I had entertained no conception previously to my knowledge of

him. Notwithstanding the uncouthness of his garb, his manners were not unpolished. All topics were handled

by him with skill, and without pedantry or affectation. He uttered no sentiment calculated to produce a

disadvantageous impression: on the contrary, his observations denoted a mind alive to every generous and

heroic feeling. They were introduced without parade, and accompanied with that degree of earnestness which

He parted from us not till late, refusing an invitation to spend the night here, but readily consented to repeat

his visit. His visits were frequently repeated. Each day introduced us to a more intimate acquaintance with his

sentiments, but left us wholly in the dark, concerning that about which we were most inquisitive. He

studiously avoided all mention of his past or present situation. Even the place of his abode in the city he

Our sphere, in this respect, being somewhat limited, and the intellectual endowments of this man being

indisputably great, his deportment was more diligently marked, and copiously commented on by us, than you,

perhaps, will think the circumstances warranted. Not a gesture, or glance, or accent, that was not, in our

private assemblies, discussed, and inferences deduced from it. It may well be thought that he modelled his

behaviour by an uncommon standard, when, with all our opportunities and accuracy of observation, we were

able, for a long time, to gather no satisfactory information. He afforded us no ground on which to build even

There is a degree of familiarity which takes place between constant associates, that justifies the negligence of

many rules of which, in an earlier period of their intercourse, politeness requires the exact observance.

Inquiries into our condition are allowable when they are prompted by a disinterested concern for our welfare;

and this solicitude is not only pardonable, but may justly be demanded from those who chuse us for their

companions. This state of things was more slow to arrive on this occasion than on most others, on account of

Pleyel, however, began, at length, to employ regular means for this end. He occasionally alluded to the

circumstances in which they had formerly met, and remarked the incongruousness between the religion and

habits of a Spaniard, with those of a native of Britain. He expressed his astonishment at meeting our guest in

this corner of the globe, especially as, when they parted in Spain, he was taught to believe that Carwin should

never leave that country. He insinuated, that a change so great must have been prompted by motives of a

No answer, or an answer wide of the purpose, was generally made to these insinuations. Britons and

Spaniards, he said, are votaries of the same Deity, and square their faith by the same precepts; their ideas are

drawn from the same fountains of literature, and they speak dialects of the same tongue; their government

and laws have more resemblances than differences; they were formerly provinces of the same civil, and till

As to the motives which induce men to change the place of their abode, these must unavoidably be fleeting

and mutable. If not bound to one spot by conjugal or parental ties, or by the nature of that employment to

which we are indebted for subsistence, the inducements to change are far more numerous and powerful, than

He spoke as if desirous of shewing that he was not aware of the tendency of Pleyel's remarks; yet, certain

tokens were apparent, that proved him by no means wanting in penetration. These tokens were to be read in

his countenance, and not in his words. When any thing was said, indicating curiosity in us, the gloom of his

countenance was deepened, his eyes sunk to the ground, and his wonted air was not resumed without visible

struggle. Hence, it was obvious to infer, that some incidents of his life were reflected on by him with regret;

and that, since these incidents were carefully concealed, and even that regret which flowed from them

laboriously stifled, they had not been merely disastrous. The secrecy that was observed appeared not designed

to provoke or baffle the inquisitive, but was prompted by the shame, or by the prudence of guilt.

These ideas, which were adopted by Pleyel and my brother, as well as myself, hindered us from employing

more direct means for accomplishing our wishes. Questions might have been put in such terms, that no room

should be left for the pretence of misapprehension, and if modesty merely had been the obstacle, such

questions would not have been wanting; but we considered, that, if the disclosure were productive of pain or

Amidst the various topics that were discussed in his presence, allusions were, of course, made to the

inexplicable events that had lately happened. At those times, the words and looks of this man were objects of

my particular attention. The subject was extraordinary; and any one whose experience or reflections could

throw any light upon it, was entitled to my gratitude. As this man was enlightened by reading and travel, I

At first, I entertained a kind of apprehension, that the tale would be heard by him with incredulity and secret

ridicule. I had formerly heard stories that resembled this in some of their mysterious circumstances, but they

were, commonly, heard by me with contempt. I was doubtful, whether the same impression would not now be

He heard them with seriousness, and without any marks either of surprize or incredulity. He pursued, with

visible pleasure, that kind of disquisition which was naturally suggested by them. His fancy was eminently

vigorous and prolific, and if he did not persuade us, that human beings are, sometimes, admitted to a sensible

intercourse with the author of nature, he, at least, won over our inclination to the cause. He merely deduced,

from his own reasonings, that such intercourse was probable; but confessed that, though he was acquainted

with many instances somewhat similar to those which had been related by us, none of them were perfectly

On being requested to relate these instances, he amused us with many curious details. His narratives were

constructed with so much skill, and rehearsed with so much energy, that all the effects of a dramatic

exhibition were frequently produced by them. Those that were most coherent and most minute, and, of

consequence, least entitled to credit, were yet rendered probable by the exquisite art of this rhetorician. For

every difficulty that was suggested, a ready and plausible solution was furnished. Mysterious voices had

always a share in producing the catastrophe, but they were always to be explained on some known principles,

either as reflected into a focus, or communicated through a tube. I could not but remark that his narratives,

however complex or marvellous, contained no instance sufficiently parallel to those that had befallen

My brother was a much more sanguine reasoner than our guest. Even in some of the facts which were related

by Carwin, he maintained the probability of celestial interference, when the latter was disposed to deny it,

and had found, as he imagined, footsteps of an human agent. Pleyel was by no means equally credulous. He

scrupled not to deny faith to any testimony but that of his senses, and allowed the facts which had lately been

supported by this testimony, not to mould his belief, but merely to give birth to doubts.

It was soon observed that Carwin adopted, in some degree, a similar distinction. A tale of this kind, related by

others, he would believe, provided it was explicable upon known principles; but that such notices were

actually communicated by beings of an higher order, he would believe only when his own ears were assailed

in a manner which could not be otherwise accounted for. Civility forbad him to contradict my brother or

myself, but his understanding refused to acquiesce in our testimony. Besides, he was disposed to question

whether the voices heard in the temple, at the foot of the hill, and in my closet, were not really uttered by

human organs. On this supposition he was desired to explain how the effect was produced.

He answered, that the power of mimickry was very common. Catharine's voice might easily be imitated by

one at the foot of the hill, who would find no difficulty in eluding, by flight, the search of Wieland. The

tidings of the death of the Saxon lady were uttered by one near at hand, who overheard the conversation, who

conjectured her death, and whose conjecture happened to accord with the truth. That the voice appeared to

come from the cieling was to be considered as an illusion of the fancy. The cry for help, heard in the hall on

the night of my adventure, was to be ascribed to an human creature, who actually stood in the hall when he

uttered it. It was of no moment, he said, that we could not explain by what motives he that made the signal

was led hither. How imperfectly acquainted were we with the condition and designs of the beings that

surrounded us? The city was near at hand, and thousands might there exist whose powers and purposes might

easily explain whatever was mysterious in this transaction. As to the closet dialogue, he was obliged to adopt

one of two suppositions, and affirm either that it was fashioned in my own fancy, or that it actually took place

Such was Carwin's mode of explaining these appearances. It is such, perhaps, as would commend itself as

most plausible to the most sagacious minds, but it was insufficient to impart conviction to us. As to the

treason that was meditated against me, it was doubtless just to conclude that it was either real or imaginary;

but that it was real was attested by the mysterious warning in the summerhouse, the secret of which I had

A month passed away in this kind of intercourse. As to Carwin, our ignorance was in no degree enlightened

respecting his genuine character and views. Appearances were uniform. No man possessed a larger store of

knowledge, or a greater degree of skill in the communication of it to others; Hence he was regarded as an

inestimable addition to our society. Considering the distance of my brother's house from the city, he was

frequently prevailed upon to pass the night where he spent the evening. Two days seldom elapsed without a

visit from him; hence he was regarded as a kind of inmate of the house. He entered and departed without

ceremony. When he arrived he received an unaffected welcome, and when he chose to retire, no importunities

The temple was the principal scene of our social enjoyments; yet the felicity that we tasted when assembled

in this asylum, was but the gleam of a former sunshine. Carwin never parted with his gravity. The

inscrutableness of his character, and the uncertainty whether his fellowship tended to good or to evil, were

seldom absent from our minds. This circumstance powerfully contributed to sadden us.

My heart was the seat of growing disquietudes. This change in one who had formerly been characterized by

all the exuberances of soul, could not fail to be remarked by my friends. My brother was always a pattern of

solemnity. My sister was clay, moulded by the circumstances in which she happened to be placed. There was

but one whose deportment remains to be described as being of importance to our happiness. Had Pleyel

He was as whimsical and jestful as ever, but he was not happy. The truth, in this respect, was of too much

importance to me not to make me a vigilant observer. His mirth was easily perceived to be the fruit of

exertion. When his thoughts wandered from the company, an air of dissatisfaction and impatience stole across

his features. Even the punctuality and frequency of his visits were somewhat lessened. It may be supposed

that my own uneasiness was heightened by these tokens; but, strange as it may seem, I found, in the present

That unhappiness, indeed, depended, for its value in my eyes, on the cause that produced it. It did not arise

from the death of the Saxon lady: it was not a contagious emanation from the countenances of Wieland or

Carwin. There was but one other source whence it could flow. A nameless ecstacy thrilled through my frame

when any new proof occurred that the ambiguousness of my behaviour was the cause.

My brother had received a new book from Germany. It was a tragedy, and the first attempt of a Saxon poet,

of whom my brother had been taught to entertain the highest expectations. The exploits of Zisca, the

Bohemian hero, were woven into a dramatic series and connection. According to German custom, it was

minute and diffuse, and dictated by an adventurous and lawless fancy. It was a chain of audacious acts, and

unheardof disasters. The moated fortress, and the thicket; the ambush and the battle; and the conflict of

headlong passions, were pourtrayed in wild numbers, and with terrific energy. An afternoon was set apart to

rehearse this performance. The language was familiar to all of us but Carwin, whose company, therefore, was

The morning previous to this intended rehearsal, I spent at home. My mind was occupied with reflections

relative to my own situation. The sentiment which lived with chief energy in my heart, was connected with

the image of Pleyel. In the midst of my anguish, I had not been destitute of consolation. His late deportment

had given spring to my hopes. Was not the hour at hand, which should render me the happiest of human

creatures? He suspected that I looked with favorable eyes upon Carwin. Hence arose disquietudes, which he

struggled in vain to conceal. He loved me, but was hopeless that his love would be compensated. Is it not

time, said I, to rectify this error? But by what means is this to be effected? It can only be done by a change of

I must not speak. Neither eyes, nor lips, must impart the information. He must not be assured that my heart is

his, previous to the tender of his own; but he must be convinced that it has not been given to another; he must

be supplied with space whereon to build a doubt as to the true state of my affections; he must be prompted to

avow himself. The line of delicate propriety; how hard it is, not to fall short, and not to overleap it!

This afternoon we shall meet at the temple. We shall not separate till late. It will be his province to

accompany me home. The airy expanse is without a speck. This breeze is usually stedfast, and its promise of

a bland and cloudless evening, may be trusted. The moon will rise at eleven, and at that hour, we shall wind

along this bank. Possibly that hour may decide my fate. If suitable encouragement be given, Pleyel will reveal

his soul to me; and I, ere I reach this threshold, will be made the happiest of beings. And is this good to be

mine? Add wings to thy speed, sweet evening; and thou, moon, I charge thee, shroud thy beams at the

moment when my Pleyel whispers love. I would not for the world, that the burning blushes, and the mounting

But what encouragement is wanting? I must be regardful of insurmountable limits. Yet when minds are

imbued with a genuine sympathy, are not words and looks superfluous? Are not motion and touch sufficient

to impart feelings such as mine? Has he not eyed me at moments, when the pressure of his hand has thrown

me into tumults, and was it possible that he mistook the impetuosities of love, for the eloquence of

But the hastening evening will decide. Would it were come! And yet I shudder at its near approach. An

interview that must thus terminate, is surely to be wished for by me; and yet it is not without its terrors.

I feel no reluctance, my friends to be thus explicit. Time was, when these emotions would be hidden with

immeasurable solicitude, from every human eye. Alas! these airy and fleeting impulses of shame are gone.

My scruples were preposterous and criminal. They are bred in all hearts, by a perverse and vicious education,

and they would still have maintained their place in my heart, had not my portion been set in misery. My

errors have taught me thus much wisdom; that those sentiments which we ought not to disclose, it is criminal

It was proposed to begin the rehearsal at four o'clock; I counted the minutes as they passed; their flight was at

once too rapid and too slow; my sensations were of an excruciating kind; I could taste no food, nor apply to

any task, nor enjoy a moment's repose: when the hour arrived, I hastened to my brother's.

Pleyel was not there. He had not yet come. On ordinary occasions, he was eminent for punctuality. He had

testified great eagerness to share in the pleasures of this rehearsal. He was to divide the task with my brother,

and, in tasks like these, he always engaged with peculiar zeal. His elocution was less sweet than sonorous;

and, therefore, better adapted than the mellifluences of his friend, to the outrageous vehemence of this drama.

What could detain him? Perhaps he lingered through forgetfulness. Yet this was incredible. Never had his

memory been known to fail upon even more trivial occasions. Not less impossible was it, that the scheme had

lost its attractions, and that he staid, because his coming would afford him no gratification. But why should

An half hour elapsed, but Pleyel was still at a distance. Perhaps he had misunderstood the hour which had

been proposed. Perhaps he had conceived that tomorrow, and not today, had been selected for this

purpose: but no. A review of preceding circumstances demonstrated that such misapprehension was

impossible; for he had himself proposed this day, and this hour. This day, his attention would not otherwise

be occupied; but tomorrow, an indispensible engagement was foreseen, by which all his time would be

engrossed: his detention, therefore, must be owing to some unforeseen and extraordinary event. Our

conjectures were vague, tumultuous, and sometimes fearful. His sickness and his death might possibly have

Tortured with suspense, we sat gazing at each other, and at the path which led from the road. Every horseman

that passed was, for a moment, imagined to be him. Hour succeeded hour, and the sun, gradually declining, at

length, disappeared. Every signal of his coming proved fallacious, and our hopes were at length dismissed.

His absence affected my friends in no insupportable degree. They should be obliged, they said, to defer this

undertaking till the morrow; and, perhaps, their impatient curiosity would compel them to dispense entirely

with his presence. No doubt, some harmless occurrence had diverted him from his purpose; and they trusted

It may be supposed that this disappointment affected me in a very different manner. I turned aside my head to

conceal my tears. I fled into solitude, to give vent to my reproaches, without interruption or restraint. My

heart was ready to burst with indignation and grief. Pleyel was not the only object of my keen but unjust

upbraiding. Deeply did I execrate my own folly. Thus fallen into ruins was the gay fabric which I had reared!

How fondly did I dream that Pleyel was a lover! If he were, would he have suffered any obstacle to hinder his

coming? Blind and infatuated man! I exclaimed. Thou sportest with happiness. The good that is offered thee,

thou hast the insolence and folly to refuse. Well, I will henceforth intrust my felicity to no one's keeping but

The first agonies of this disappointment would not allow me to be reasonable or just. Every ground on which

I had built the persuasion that Pleyel was not unimpressed in my favor, appeared to vanish. It seemed as if I

I made some trifling excuse, and returned, much earlier than I expected, to my own house. I retired early to

my chamber, without designing to sleep. I placed myself at a window, and gave the reins to reflection.

The hateful and degrading impulses which had lately controuled me were, in some degree, removed. New

dejection succeeded, but was now produced by contemplating my late behaviour. Surely that passion is

worthy to be abhorred which obscures our understanding, and urges us to the commission of injustice. What

right had I to expect his attendance? Had I not demeaned myself like one indifferent to his happiness, and as

having bestowed my regards upon another? His absence might be prompted by the love which I considered

his absence as a proof that he wanted. He came not because the sight of me, the spectacle of my coldness or

aversion, contributed to his despair. Why should I prolong, by hypocrisy or silence, his misery as well as my

You will hardly believe that, in obedience to this suggestion, I rose for the purpose of ordering a light, that I

might instantly make this confession in a letter. A second thought shewed me the rashness of this scheme,

and I wondered by what infirmity of mind I could be betrayed into a momentary approbation of it. I saw with

the utmost clearness that a confession like that would be the most remediless and unpardonable outrage upon

the dignity of my sex, and utterly unworthy of that passion which controuled me.

I resumed my seat and my musing. To account for the absence of Pleyel became once more the scope of my

conjectures. How many incidents might occur to raise an insuperable impediment in his way? When I was a

child, a scheme of pleasure, in which he and his sister were parties, had been, in like manner, frustrated by his

absence; but his absence, in that instance, had been occasioned by his falling from a boat into the river, in

consequence of which he had run the most imminent hazard of being drowned. Here was a second

disappointment endured by the same persons, and produced by his failure. Might it not originate in the same

cause? Had he not designed to cross the river that morning to make some necessary purchases in Jersey? He

had preconcerted to return to his own house to dinner; but, perhaps, some disaster had befallen him.

Experience had taught me the insecurity of a canoe, and that was the only kind of boat which Pleyel used: I

was, likewise, actuated by an hereditary dread of water. These circumstances combined to bestow

considerable plausibility on this conjecture; but the consternation with which I began to be seized was allayed

by reflecting, that if this disaster had happened my brother would have received the speediest information of

it. The consolation which this idea imparted was ravished from me by a new thought. This disaster might

have happened, and his family not be apprized of it. The first intelligence of his fate may be communicated

Thus was I distressed by opposite conjectures: thus was I tormented by phantoms of my own creation. It was

not always thus. I can ascertain the date when my mind became the victim of this imbecility; perhaps it was

coeval with the inroad of a fatal passion; a passion that will never rank me in the number of its eulogists; it

was alone sufficient to the extermination of my peace: it was itself a plenteous source of calamity, and needed

not the concurrence of other evils to take away the attractions of existence, and dig for me an untimely grave.

The state of my mind naturally introduced a train of reflections upon the dangers and cares which inevitably

beset an human being. By no violent transition was I led to ponder on the turbulent life and mysterious end of

my father. I cherished, with the utmost veneration, the memory of this man, and every relique connected with

his fate was preserved with the most scrupulous care. Among these was to be numbered a manuscript,

containing memoirs of his own life. The narrative was by no means recommended by its eloquence; but

neither did all its value flow from my relationship to the author. Its stile had an unaffected and picturesque

simplicity. The great variety and circumstantial display of the incidents, together with their intrinsic

importance, as descriptive of human manners and passions, made it the most useful book in my collection. It

was late; but being sensible of no inclination to sleep, I resolved to betake myself to the perusal of it.

To do this it was requisite to procure a light. The girl had long since retired to her chamber: it was therefore

proper to wait upon myself. A lamp, and the means of lighting it, were only to be found in the kitchen.

Thither I resolved forthwith to repair; but the light was of use merely to enable me to read the book. I knew

the shelf and the spot where it stood. Whether I took down the book, or prepared the lamp in the first place,

appeared to be a matter of no moment. The latter was preferred, and, leaving my seat, I approached the closet

Suddenly the remembrance of what had lately passed in this closet occurred. Whether midnight was

approaching, or had passed, I knew not. I was, as then, alone, and defenceless. The wind was in that direction

in which, aided by the deathlike repose of nature, it brought to me the murmur of the waterfall. This was

mingled with that solemn and enchanting sound, which a breeze produces among the leaves of pines. The

words of that mysterious dialogue, their fearful import, and the wild excess to which I was transported by my

terrors, filled my imagination anew. My steps faultered, and I stood a moment to recover myself.

I prevailed on myself at length to move towards the closet. I touched the lock, but my fingers were powerless;

I was visited afresh by unconquerable apprehensions. A sort of belief darted into my mind, that some being

was concealed within, whose purposes were evil. I began to contend with those fears, when it occurred to me

that I might, without impropriety, go for a lamp previously to opening the closet. I receded a few steps; but

before I reached my chamber door my thoughts took a new direction. Motion seemed to produce a

mechanical influence upon me. I was ashamed of my weakness. Besides, what aid could be afforded me by a

My fears had pictured to themselves no precise object. It would be difficult to depict, in words, the

ingredients and hues of that phantom which haunted me. An hand invisible and of preternatural strength,

lifted by human passions, and selecting my life for its aim, were parts of this terrific image. All places were

alike accessible to this foe, or if his empire were restricted by local bounds, those bounds were utterly

inscrutable by me. But had I not been told by some one in league with this enemy, that every place but the

I returned to the closet, and once more put my hand upon the lock. O! may my ears lose their sensibility, ere

they be again assailed by a shriek so terrible! Not merely my understanding was subdued by the sound: it

acted on my nerves like an edge of steel. It appeared to cut asunder the fibres of my brain, and rack every

The cry, loud and piercing as it was, was nevertheless human. No articulation was ever more distinct. The

breath which accompanied it did not fan my hair, yet did every circumstance combine to persuade me that the

"Hold! Hold!" were the words of this tremendous prohibition, in whose tone the whole soul seemed to be

Shuddering, I dashed myself against the wall, and by the same involuntary impulse, turned my face backward

to examine the mysterious monitor. The moonlight streamed into each window, and every corner of the

The interval was too brief to be artificially measured, between the utterance of these words, and my scrutiny

directed to the quarter whence they came. Yet if a human being had been there, could he fail to have been

visible? Which of my senses was the prey of a fatal illusion? The shock which the sound produced was still

felt in every part of my frame. The sound, therefore, could not but be a genuine commotion. But that I had

heard it, was not more true than that the being who uttered it was stationed at my right ear; yet my attendant

I cannot describe the state of my thoughts at that moment. Surprize had mastered my faculties. My frame

shook, and the vital current was congealed. I was conscious only to the vehemence of my sensations. This

condition could not be lasting. Like a tide, which suddenly mounts to an overwhelming height, and then

gradually subsides, my confusion slowly gave place to order, and my tumults to a calm. I was able to

deliberate and move. I resumed my feet, and advanced into the midst of the room. Upward, and behind, and

on each side, I threw penetrating glances. I was not satisfied with one examination. He that hitherto refused to

be seen, might change his purpose, and on the next survey be clearly distinguishable.

Solitude imposes least restraint upon the fancy. Dark is less fertile of images than the feeble lustre of the

moon. I was alone, and the walls were chequered by shadowy forms. As the moon passed behind a cloud and

emerged, these shadows seemed to be endowed with life, and to move. The apartment was open to the breeze,

and the curtain was occasionally blown from its ordinary position. This motion was not unaccompanied with

sound. I failed not to snatch a look, and to listen when this motion and this sound occurred. My belief that my

monitor was posted near, was strong, and instantly converted these appearances to tokens of his presence, and

When my thoughts were at length permitted to revert to the past, the first idea that occurred was the

resemblance between the words of the voice which I had just heard, and those which had terminated my

dream in the summerhouse. There are means by which we are able to distinguish a substance from a

shadow, a reality from the phantom of a dream. The pit, my brother beckoning me forward, the seizure of my

arm, and the voice behind, were surely imaginary. That these incidents were fashioned in my sleep, is

supported by the same indubitable evidence that compels me to believe myself awake at present; yet the

words and the voice were the same. Then, by some inexplicable contrivance, I was aware of the danger, while

my actions and sensations were those of one wholly unacquainted with it. Now, was it not equally true that

my actions and persuasions were at war? Had not the belief, that evil lurked in the closet, gained admittance,

and had not my actions betokened an unwarrantable security? To obviate the effects of my infatuation, the

In my dream, he that tempted me to my destruction, was my brother. Death was ambushed in my path. From

what evil was I now rescued? What minister or implement of ill was shut up in this recess? Who was it whose

suffocating grasp I was to feel, should I dare to enter it? What monstrous conception is this? my brother!

No; protection, and not injury is his province. Strange and terrible chimera! Yet it would not be suddenly

dismissed. It was surely no vulgar agency that gave this form to my fears. He to whom all parts of time are

equally present, whom no contingency approaches, was the author of that spell which now seized upon me.

Life was dear to me. No consideration was present that enjoined me to relinquish it. Sacred duty combined

with every spontaneous sentiment to endear to me my being. Should I not shudder when my being was

endangered? But what emotion should possess me when the arm lifted aginst me was Wieland's?

Ideas exist in our minds that can be accounted for by no established laws. Why did I dream that my brother

was my foe? Why but because an omen of my fate was ordained to be communicated? Yet what salutary end

did it serve? Did it arm me with caution to elude, or fortitude to bear the evils to which I was reserved? My

present thoughts were, no doubt, indebted for their hue to the similitude existing between these incidents and

those of my dream. Surely it was phrenzy that dictated my deed. That a ruffian was hidden in the closet, was

an idea, the genuine tendency of which was to urge me to flight. Such had been the effect formerly produced.

Had my mind been simply occupied with this thought at present, no doubt, the same impulse would have

been experienced; but now it was my brother whom I was irresistably persuaded to regard as the contriver of

that ill of which I had been forewarned. This persuasion did not extenuate my fears or my danger. Why then

did I again approach the closet and withdraw the bolt? My resolution was instantly conceived, and executed

The door was formed of light materials. The lock, of simple structure, easily forewent its hold. It opened into

the room, and commonly moved upon its hinges, after being unfastened, without any effort of mine. This

effort, however, was bestowed upon the present occasion. It was my purpose to open it with quickness, but

At another time, this circumstance would not have looked with a face of mystery. I should have supposed

some casual obstruction, and repeated my efforts to surmount it. But now my mind was accessible to no

conjecture but one. The door was hindered from opening by human force. Surely, here was new cause for

affright. This was confirmation proper to decide my conduct. Now was all ground of hesitation taken away.

What could be supposed but that I deserted the chamber and the house? that I at least endeavoured no longer

Have I not said that my actions were dictated by phrenzy? My reason had forborne, for a time, to suggest or

to sway my resolves. I reiterated my endeavours. I exerted all my force to overcome the obstacle, but in vain.

A casual observer might, perhaps, applaud the audaciousness of this conduct. Whence, but from an habitual

defiance of danger, could my perseverance arise? I have already assigned, as distinctly as I am able, the cause

of it. The frantic conception that my brother was within, that the resistance made to my design was exerted by

him, had rooted itself in my mind. You will comprehend the height of this infatuation, when I tell you, that,

finding all my exertions vain, I betook myself to exclamations. Surely I was utterly bereft of understanding.

Now had I arrived at the crisis of my fate. "O! hinder not the door to open," I exclaimed, in a tone that had

less of fear than of grief in it. "I know you well. Come forth, but harm me not. I beseech you come forth."

I had taken my hand from the lock, and removed to a small distance from the door. I had scarcely uttered

these words, when the door swung upon its hinges, and displayed to my view the interior of the closet.

Whoever was within, was shrouded in darkness. A few seconds passed without interruption of the silence. I

knew not what to expect or to fear. My eyes would not stray from the recess. Presently, a deep sigh was

heard. The quarter from which it came heightened the eagerness of my gaze. Some one approached from the

farther end. I quickly perceived the outlines of a human figure. Its steps were irresolute and slow. I recoiled

By coming at length within the verge of the room, his form was clearly distinguishable. I had prefigured to

myself a very different personage. The face that presented itself was the last that I should desire to meet at an

hour, and in a place like this. My wonder was stifled by my fears. Assassins had lurked in this recess. Some

divine voice warned me of danger, that at this moment awaited me. I had spurned the intimation, and

I recalled the mysterious countenance and dubious character of Carwin. What motive but atrocious ones

could guide his steps hither? I was alone. My habit suited the hour, and the place, and the warmth of the

season. All succour was remote. He had placed himself between me and the door. My frame shook with the

Yet I was not wholly lost to myself: I vigilantly marked his demeanour. His looks were grave, but not without

perturbation. What species of inquietude it betrayed, the light was not strong enough to enable me to

discover. He stood still; but his eyes wandered from one object to another. When these powerful organs were

fixed upon me, I shrunk into myself. At length, he broke silence. Earnestness, and not embarrassment, was in

He paused for an answer; but observing my trepidation, he resumed, with undiminished solemnity: "Be not

terrified. Whoever he was, he hast done you an important service. I need not ask you if it were the voice of a

companion. That sound was beyond the compass of human organs. The knowledge that enabled him to tell

"You knew that Carwin was there. Were you not apprized of his intents? The same power could impart the

one as well as the other. Yet, knowing these, you persisted. Audacious girl! but, perhaps, you confided in his

guardianship. Your confidence was just. With succour like this at hand you may safely defy me.

"He is my eternal foe; the baffler of my best concerted schemes. Twice have you been saved by his accursed

interposition. But for him I should long ere now have borne away the spoils of your honor."

He looked at me with greater stedfastness than before. I became every moment more anxious for my safety. It

was with difficulty I stammered out an entreaty that he would instantly depart, or suffer me to do so. He paid

"What is it you fear? Have I not told you, you are safe? Has not one in whom you more reasonably place trust

assured you of it? Even if I execute my purpose, what injury is done? Your prejudices will call it by that

name, but it merits it not. "I was impelled by a sentiment that does you honor; a sentiment, that would

sanctify my deed; but, whatever it be, you are safe. Be this chimera still worshipped; I will do nothing to

The accents and gestures of this man left me drained of all courage. Surely, on no other occasion should I

have been thus pusillanimous. My state I regarded as a hopeless one. I was wholly at the mercy of this being.

Whichever way I turned my eyes, I saw no avenue by which I might escape. The resources of my personal

strength, my ingenuity, and my eloquence, I estimated at nothing. The dignity of virtue, and the force of truth,

I had been accustomed to celebrate; and had frequently vaunted of the conquests which I should make with

I used to suppose that certain evils could never befall a being in possession of a sound mind; that true virtue

supplies us with energy which vice can never resist; that it was always in our power to obstruct, by his own

death, the designs of an enemy who aimed at less than our life. How was it that a sentiment like despair had

now invaded me, and that I trusted to the protection of chance, or to the pity of my persecutor?

His words imparted some notion of the injury which he had meditated. He talked of obstacles that had risen

in his way. He had relinquished his design. These sources supplied me with slender consolation. There was

no security but in his absence. When I looked at myself, when I reflected on the hour and the place, I was

He was silent, museful, and inattentive to my situation, yet made no motion to depart. I was silent in my turn.

What could I say? I was confident that reason in this contest would be impotent. I must owe my safety to his

own suggestions. Whatever purpose brought him hither, he had changed it. Why then did he remain? His

resolutions might fluctuate, and the pause of a few minutes restore to him his first resolutions.

Yet was not this the man whom we had treated with unwearied kindness? Whose society was endeared to us

by his intellectual elevation and accomplishments? Who had a thousand times expatiated on the usefulness

and beauty of virtue? Why should such a one be dreaded? If I could have forgotten the circumstances in

which our interview had taken place, I might have treated his words as jests. Presently, he resumed:

"Fear me not: the space that severs us is small, and all visible succour is distant. You believe yourself

completely in my power; that you stand upon the brink of ruin. Such are your groundless fears. I cannot lift a

finger to hurt you. Easier it would be to stop the moon in her course than to injure you. The power that

protects you would crumble my sinews, and reduce me to a heap of ashes in a moment, if I were to harbour a

"Thus are appearances at length solved. Little did I expect that they originated hence. What a portion is

assigned to you? Scanned by the eyes of this intelligence, your path will be without pits to swallow, or snares

to entangle you. Environed by the arms of this protection, all artifices will be frustrated, and all malice

Here succeeded a new pause. I was still observant of every gesture and look. The tranquil solemnity that had

lately possessed his countenance gave way to a new expression. All now was trepidation and anxiety.

"I must be gone," said he in a faltering accent. "Why do I linger here? I will not ask your forgiveness. I see

that your terrors are invincible. Your pardon will be extorted by fear, and not dictated by compassion. I must

fly from you forever. He that could plot against your honor, must expect from you and your friends

Saying this, he hastily left the room. I listened while he descended the stairs, and, unbolting the outer door,

went forth. I did not follow him with my eyes, as the moonlight would have enabled me to do. Relieved by

his absence, and exhausted by the conflict of my fears, I threw myself on a chair, and resigned myself to

Order could not readily be introduced into my thoughts. The voice still rung in my ears. Every accent that

was uttered by Carwin was fresh in my remembrance. His unwelcome approach, the recognition of his

person, his hasty departure, produced a complex impression on my mind which no words can delineate. I

strove to give a slower motion to my thoughts, and to regulate a confusion which became painful; but my

efforts were nugatory. I covered my eyes with my hand, and sat, I know not how long, without power to

I had remained for hours, as I believed, in absolute solitude. No thought of personal danger had molested my

tranquillity. I had made no preparation for defence. What was it that suggested the design of perusing my

father's manuscript? If, instead of this, I had retired to bed, and to sleep, to what fate might I not have been

reserved? The ruffian, who must almost have suppressed his breathing to screen himself from discovery,

would have noticed this signal, and I should have awakened only to perish with affright, and to abhor myself.

Could I have remained unconscious of my danger? Could I have tranquilly slept in the midst of so deadly a

And who was he that threatened to destroy me? By what means could he hide himself in this closet? Surely

he is gifted with supernatural power. Such is the enemy of whose attempts I was forewarned. Daily I had seen

him and conversed with him. Nothing could be discerned through the impenetrable veil of his duplicity.

When busied in conjectures, as to the author of the evil that was threatened, my mind did not light, for a

moment, upon his image. Yet has he not avowed himself my enemy? Why should he be here if he had not

He confesses that this has been his second attempt. What was the scene of his former conspiracy? Was it not

he whose whispers betrayed him? Am I deceived; or was there not a faint resemblance between the voice of

this man and that which talked of grasping my throat, and extinguishing my life in a moment? Then he had a

colleague in his crime; now he is alone. Then death was the scope of his thoughts; now an injury unspeakably

more dreadful. How thankful should I be to the power that has interposed to save me!

That power is invisible. It is subject to the cognizance of one of my senses. What are the means that will

inform me of what nature it is? He has set himself to counterwork the machinations of this man, who had

menaced destruction to all that is dear to me, and whose cunning had surmounted every human impediment.

There was none to rescue me from his grasp. My rashness even hastened the completion of his scheme, and

precluded him from the benefits of deliberation. I had robbed him of the power to repent and forbear. Had I

been apprized of the danger, I should have regarded my conduct as the means of rendering my escape from it

impossible. Such, likewise, seem to have been the fears of my invisible protector. Else why that startling

intreaty to refrain from opening the closet? By what inexplicable infatuation was I compelled to proceed?

Yet my conduct was wise. Carwin, unable to comprehend my folly, ascribed my behaviour to my knowledge.

He conceived himself previously detected, and such detection being possible to flow only from MY heavenly

He is apprized of the nature and intentions of this being. Perhaps he is a human agent. Yet, on that

supposition his atchievements are incredible. Why should I be selected as the object of his care; or, if a mere

mortal, should I not recognize some one, whom, benefits imparted and received had prompted to love me?

What were the limits and duration of his guardianship? Was the genius of my birth entrusted by divine

benignity with this province? Are human faculties adequate to receive stronger proofs of the existence of

But who was this man's coadjutor? The voice that acknowledged an alliance in treachery with Carwin warned

me to avoid the summerhouse. He assured me that there only my safety was endangered. His assurance, as it

now appears, was fallacious. Was there not deceit in his admonition? Was his compact really annulled? Some

purpose was, perhaps, to be accomplished by preventing my future visits to that spot. Why was I enjoined

silence to others, on the subject of this admonition, unless it were for some unauthorized and guilty purpose?

No one but myself was accustomed to visit it. Backward, it was hidden from distant view by the rock, and in

front, it was screened from all examination, by creeping plants, and the branches of cedars. What recess could

be more propitious to secrecy? The spirit which haunted it formerly was pure and rapturous. It was a fane

sacred to the memory of infantile days, and to blissful imaginations of the future! What a gloomy reverse had

succeeded since the ominous arrival of this stranger! Now, perhaps, it is the scene of his meditations.

Purposes fraught with horror, that shun the light, and contemplate the pollution of innocence, are here

Such were the ideas that, during the night, were tumultuously revolved by me. I reviewed every conversation

in which Carwin had borne a part. I studied to discover the true inferences deducible from his deportment and

words with regard to his former adventures and actual views. I pondered on the comments which he made on

the relation which I had given of the closet dialogue. No new ideas suggested themselves in the course of this

review. My expectation had, from the first, been disappointed on the small degree of surprize which this

narrative excited in him. He never explicitly declared his opinion as to the nature of those voices, or decided

whether they were real or visionary. He recommended no measures of caution or prevention.

But what measures were now to be taken? Was the danger which threatened me at an end? Had I nothing

more to fear? I was lonely, and without means of defence. I could not calculate the motives and regulate the

footsteps of this person. What certainty was there, that he would not reassume his purposes, and swiftly

This idea covered me once more with dismay. How deeply did I regret the solitude in which I was placed,

and how ardently did I desire the return of day! But neither of these inconveniencies were susceptible of

remedy. At first, it occurred to me to summon my servant, and make her spend the night in my chamber; but

the inefficacy of this expedient to enhance my safety was easily seen. Once I resolved to leave the house, and

retire to my brother's, but was deterred by reflecting on the unseasonableness of the hour, on the alarm which

my arrival, and the account which I should be obliged to give, might occasion, and on the danger to which I

might expose myself in the way thither. I began, likewise, to consider Carwin's return to molest me as

exceedingly improbable. He had relinquished, of his own accord, his design, and departed without

"Surely," said I, "there is omnipotence in the cause that changed the views of a man like Carwin. The divinity

that shielded me from his attempts will take suitable care of my future safety. Thus to yield to my fears is to

Scarcely had I uttered these words, when my attention was startled by the sound of footsteps. They denoted

some one stepping into the piazza in front of my house. My newborn confidence was extinguished in a

moment. Carwin, I thought, had repented his departure, and was hastily returning. The possibility that his

return was prompted by intentions consistent with my safety, found no place in my mind. Images of violation

and murder assailed me anew, and the terrors which succeeded almost incapacitated me from taking any

measures for my defence. It was an impulse of which I was scarcely conscious, that made me fasten the lock

and draw the bolts of my chamber door. Having done this, I threw myself on a seat; for I trembled to a degree

which disabled me from standing, and my soul was so perfectly absorbed in the act of listening, that almost

The door below creaked on its hinges. It was not again thrust to, but appeared to remain open. Footsteps

entered, traversed the entry, and began to mount the stairs. How I detested the folly of not pursuing the man

when he withdrew, and bolting after him the outer door! Might he not conceive this omission to be a proof

Every step on the stairs, which brought him nearer to my chamber, added vigor to my desperation. The evil

with which I was menaced was to be at any rate eluded. How little did I preconceive the conduct which, in an

exigence like this, I should be prone to adopt. You will suppose that deliberation and despair would have

suggested the same course of action, and that I should have, unhesitatingly, resorted to the best means of

personal defence within my power. A penknife lay open upon my table. I remembered that it was there, and

seized it. For what purpose you will scarcely inquire. It will be immediately supposed that I meant it for my

last refuge, and that if all other means should fail, I should plunge it into the heart of my ravisher.

I have lost all faith in the stedfastness of human resolves. It was thus that in periods of calm I had determined

to act. No cowardice had been held by me in greater abhorrence than that which prompted an injured female

to destroy, not her injurer ere the injury was perpetrated, but herself when it was without remedy. Yet now

this penknife appeared to me of no other use than to baffle my assailant, and prevent the crime by destroying

myself. To deliberate at such a time was impossible; but among the tumultuous suggestions of the moment, I

do not recollect that it once occurred to me to use it as an instrument of direct defence.

The steps had now reached the second floor. Every footfall accelerated the completion, without augmenting,

the certainty of evil. The consciousness that the door was fast, now that nothing but that was interposed

between me and danger, was a source of some consolation. I cast my eye towards the window. This, likewise,

was a new suggestion. If the door should give way, it was my sudden resolution to throw myself from the

window. Its height from the ground, which was covered beneath by a brick pavement, would insure my

When opposite to my door the footsteps ceased. Was he listening whether my fears were allayed, and my

caution were asleep? Did he hope to take me by surprize? Yet, if so, why did he allow so many noisy signals

to betray his approach? Presently the steps were again heard to approach the door. An hand was laid upon the

lock, and the latch pulled back. Did he imagine it possible that I should fail to secure the door? A slight effort

was made to push it open, as if all bolts being withdrawn, a slight effort only was required.

I no sooner perceived this, than I moved swiftly towards the window. Carwin's frame might be said to be all

muscle. His strength and activity had appeared, in various instances, to be prodigious. A slight exertion of his

force would demolish the door. Would not that exertion be made? Too surely it would; but, at the same

moment that this obstacle should yield, and he should enter the apartment, my determination was formed to

leap from the window. My senses were still bound to this object. I gazed at the door in momentary

expectation that the assault would be made. The pause continued. The person without was irresolute and

Suddenly, it occurred to me that Carwin might conceive me to have fled. That I had not betaken myself to

flight was, indeed, the least probable of all conclusions. In this persuasion he must have been confirmed on

finding the lower door unfastened, and the chamber door locked. Was it not wise to foster this persuasion?

Should I maintain deep silence, this, in addition to other circumstances, might encourage the belief, and he

would once more depart. Every new reflection added plausibility to this reasoning. It was presently more

strongly enforced, when I noticed footsteps withdrawing from the door. The blood once more flowed back to

my heart, and a dawn of exultation began to rise: but my joy was short lived. Instead of descending the stairs,

he passed to the door of the opposite chamber, opened it, and having entered, shut it after him with a violence

How was I to interpret this circumstance? For what end could he have entered this chamber? Did the violence

with which he closed the door testify the depth of his vexation? This room was usually occupied by Pleyel.

Was Carwin aware of his absence on this night? Could he be suspected of a design so sordid as pillage? If

this were his view there were no means in my power to frustrate it. It behoved me to seize the first

opportunity to escape; but if my escape were supposed by my enemy to have been already effected, no

asylum was more secure than the present. How could my passage from the house be accomplished without

Utterly at a loss to account for his going into Pleyel's chamber, I waited in instant expectation of hearing him

come forth. All, however, was profoundly still. I listened in vain for a considerable period, to catch the sound

of the door when it should again be opened. There was no other avenue by which he could escape, but a door

which led into the girl's chamber. Would any evil from this quarter befall the girl?

Hence arose a new train of apprehensions. They merely added to the turbulence and agony of my reflections.

Whatever evil impended over her, I had no power to avert it. Seclusion and silence were the only means of

saving myself from the perils of this fatal night. What solemn vows did I put up, that if I should once more

behold the light of day, I would never trust myself again within the threshold of this dwelling!

Minute lingered after minute, but no token was given that Carwin had returned to the passage. What, I again

asked, could detain him in this room? Was it possible that he had returned, and glided, unperceived, away? I

was speedily aware of the difficulty that attended an enterprize like this; and yet, as if by that means I were

capable of gaining any information on that head, I cast anxious looks from the window.

The object that first attracted my attention was an human figure standing on the edge of the bank. Perhaps my

penetration was assisted by my hopes. Be that as it will, the figure of Carwin was clearly distinguishable.

From the obscurity of my station, it was impossible that I should be discerned by him, and yet he scarcely

suffered me to catch a glimpse of him. He turned and went down the steep, which, in this part, was not

My conjecture then had been right. Carwin has softly opened the door, descended the stairs, and issued forth.

That I should not have overheard his steps, was only less incredible than that my eyes had deceived me. But

what was now to be done? The house was at length delivered from this detested inmate. By one avenue might

he again reenter. Was it not wise to bar the lower door? Perhaps he had gone out by the kitchen door. For

this end, he must have passed through Judith's chamber. These entrances being closed and bolted, as great

The propriety of these measures was too manifest not to make me struggle successfully with my fears. Yet I

opened my own door with the utmost caution, and descended as if I were afraid that Carwin had been still

immured in Pleyel's chamber. The outer door was ajar. I shut, with trembling eagerness, and drew every bolt

that appended to it. I then passed with light and less cautious steps through the parlour, but was surprized to

discover that the kitchen door was secure. I was compelled to acquiesce in the first conjecture that Carwin

My heart was now somewhat eased of the load of apprehension. I returned once more to my chamber, the

door of which I was careful to lock. It was no time to think of repose. The moonlight began already to fade

before the light of the day. The approach of morning was betokened by the usual signals. I mused upon the

events of this night, and determined to take up my abode henceforth at my brother's. Whether I should inform

him of what had happened was a question which seemed to demand some consideration. My safety

As my thoughts began to flow with fewer impediments, the image of Pleyel, and the dubiousness of his

condition, again recurred to me. I again ran over the possible causes of his absence on the preceding day. My

mind was attuned to melancholy. I dwelt, with an obstinacy for which I could not account, on the idea of his

death. I painted to myself his struggles with the billows, and his last appearance. I imagined myself a

midnight wanderer on the shore, and to have stumbled on his corpse, which the tide had cast up. These dreary

images affected me even to tears. I endeavoured not to restrain them. They imparted a relief which I had not

anticipated. The more copiously they flowed, the more did my general sensations appear to subside into calm,

Perhaps, relieved by this effusion, the slumber so much wanted might have stolen on my senses, had there

I was aroused from this stupor by sounds that evidently arose in the next chamber. Was it possible that I had

been mistaken in the figure which I had seen on the bank? or had Carwin, by some inscrutable means,

penetrated once more into this chamber? The opposite door opened; footsteps came forth, and the person,

So unexpected an incident robbed me of all presence of mind, and, starting up, I involuntarily exclaimed,

"Who is there?" An answer was immediately given. The voice, to my inexpressible astonishment, was

"It is I. Have you risen? If you have not, make haste; I want three minutes conversation with you in the

Should I confide in the testimony of my ears? If that were true, it was Pleyel that had been hitherto immured

in the opposite chamber: he whom my rueful fancy had depicted in so many ruinous and ghastly shapes: he

whose footsteps had been listened to with such inquietude! What is man, that knowledge is so sparingly

conferred upon him! that his heart should be wrung with distress, and his frame be exanimated with fear,

though his safety be encompassed with impregnable walls! What are the bounds of human imbecility! He that

warned me of the presence of my foe refused the intimation by which so many racking fears would have been

Yet who would have imagined the arrival of Pleyel at such an hour? His tone was desponding and anxious.

Why this unseasonable summons? and why this hasty departure? Some tidings he, perhaps, bears of

My impatience would not allow me to consume much time in deliberation: I hastened down. Pleyel I found

standing at a window, with eyes cast down as in meditation, and arms folded on his breast. Every line in his

countenance was pregnant with sorrow. To this was added a certain wanness and air of fatigue. The last time

I had seen him appearances had been the reverse of these. I was startled at the change. The first impulse was

to question him as to the cause. This impulse was supplanted by some degree of confusion, flowing from a

consciousness that love had too large, and, as it might prove, a perceptible share in creating this impulse. I

Presently he raised his eyes and fixed them upon me. I read in them an anguish altogether ineffable. Never

had I witnessed a like demeanour in Pleyel. Never, indeed, had I observed an human countenance in which

grief was more legibly inscribed. He seemed struggling for utterance; but his struggles being fruitless, he

My impatience would not allow me to be longer silent: "What," said I, "for heaven's sake, my friend, what is

He started at the sound of my voice. His looks, for a moment, became convulsed with an emotion very

"The matterO wretch!thus exquisitely fashionedon whom nature seemed to have exhausted all her

graces; with charms so awful and so pure! how art thou fallen! From what height fallen! A ruin so

His words were again choaked by emotion. Grief and pity were again mingled in his features. He resumed, in

"But why should I upbraid thee? Could I restore to thee what thou hast lost; efface this cursed stain; snatch

thee from the jaws of this fiend; I would do it. Yet what will avail my efforts? I have not arms with which to

"Evidence less than this would only have excited resentment and scorn. The wretch who should have

breathed a suspicion injurious to thy honor, would have been regarded without anger; not hatred or envy

could have prompted him; it would merely be an argument of madness. That my eyes, that my ears, should

bear witness to thy fall! By no other way could detestible conviction be imparted.

"Why do I summon thee to this conference? Why expose myself to thy derision? Here admonition and

entreaty are vain. Thou knowest him already, for a murderer and thief. I had thought to have been the first to

disclose to thee his infamy; to have warned thee of the pit to which thou art hastening; but thy eyes are open

"There is but one path. I know you will disappear together. In thy ruin, how will the felicity and honor of

multitudes be involved! But it must come. This scene shall not be blotted by his presence. No doubt thou wilt

shortly see thy detested paramour. This scene will be again polluted by a midnight assignation. Inform him of

his danger; tell him that his crimes are known; let him fly far and instantly from this spot, if he desires to

"And wilt thou not stay behind?But shame upon my weakness. I know not what I would say.I have done

what I purposed. To stay longer, to expostulate, to beseech, to enumerate the consequences of thy actwhat

end can it serve but to blazon thy infamy and embitter our woes? And yet, O think, think ere it be too late, on

the distresses which thy flight will entail upon us; on the base, grovelling, and atrocious character of the

wretch to whom thou hast sold thy honor. But what is this? Is not thy effrontery impenetrable, and thy heart

Saying this, he rushed out of the house. I saw him in a few moments hurrying along the path which led to my

brother's. I had no power to prevent his going, or to recall, or to follow him. The accents I had heard were

calculated to confound and bewilder. I looked around me to assure myself that the scene was real. I moved

that I might banish the doubt that I was awake. Such enormous imputations from the mouth of Pleyel! To be

stigmatized with the names of wanton and profligate! To be charged with the sacrifice of honor! with

midnight meetings with a wretch known to be a murderer and thief! with an intention to fly in his company!

What I had heard was surely the dictate of phrenzy, or it was built upon some fatal, some incomprehensible

mistake. After the horrors of the night; after undergoing perils so imminent from this man, to be summoned

to an interview like this; to find Pleyel fraught with a belief that, instead of having chosen death as a refuge

from the violence of this man, I had hugged his baseness to my heart, had sacrificed for him my purity, my

spotless name, my friendships, and my fortune! that even madness could engender accusations like these was

What evidence could possibly suggest conceptions so wild? After the unlookedfor interview with Carwin in

my chamber, he retired. Could Pleyel have observed his exit? It was not long after that Pleyel himself

entered. Did he build on this incident, his odious conclusions? Could the long series of my actions and

sentiments grant me no exemption from suspicions so foul? Was it not more rational to infer that Carwin's

designs had been illicit; that my life had been endangered by the fury of one whom, by some means, he had

discovered to be an assassin and robber; that my honor had been assailed, not by blandishments, but by

He has judged me without hearing. He has drawn from dubious appearances, conclusions the most

improbable and unjust. He has loaded me with all outrageous epithets. He has ranked me with prostitutes and

thieves. I cannot pardon thee, Pleyel, for this injustice. Thy understanding must be hurt. If it be not, if thy

conduct was sober and deliberate, I can never forgive an outrage so unmanly, and so gross.

These thoughts gradually gave place to others. Pleyel was possessed by some momentary phrenzy:

appearances had led him into palpable errors. Whence could his sagacity have contracted this blindness? Was

it not love? Previously assured of my affection for Carwin, distracted with grief and jealousy, and impelled

hither at that late hour by some unknown instigation, his imagination transformed shadows into monsters, and

This idea was not unattended with consolation. My soul was divided between indignation at his injustice, and

delight on account of the source from which I conceived it to spring. For a long time they would allow

admission to no other thoughts. Surprize is an emotion that enfeebles, not invigorates. All my meditations

were accompanied with wonder. I rambled with vagueness, or clung to one image with an obstinacy which

Gradually I proceeded to reflect upon the consequences of Pleyel's mistake, and on the measures I should

take to guard myself against future injury from Carwin. Should I suffer this mistake to be detected by time?

When his passion should subside, would he not perceive the flagrancy of his injustice, and hasten to atone for

it? Did it not become my character to testify resentment for language and treatment so opprobrious? Wrapt up

in the consciousness of innocence, and confiding in the influence of time and reflection to confute so

As to the violences meditated by Carwin, and the means of eluding them, the path to be taken by me was

obvious. I resolved to tell the tale to my brother, and regulate myself by his advice. For this end, when the

morning was somewhat advanced, I took the way to his house. My sister was engaged in her customary

occupations. As soon as I appeared, she remarked a change in my looks. I was not willing to alarm her by the

information which I had to communicate. Her health was in that condition which rendered a disastrous tale

particularly unsuitable. I forbore a direct answer to her inquiries, and inquired, in my turn, for Wieland.

"Why," said she, "I suspect something mysterious and unpleasant has happened this morning. Scarcely had

we risen when Pleyel dropped among us. What could have prompted him to make us so early and so

unseasonable a visit I cannot tell. To judge from the disorder of his dress, and his countenance, something of

an extraordinary nature has occurred. He permitted me merely to know that he had slept none, nor even

undressed, during the past night. He took your brother to walk with him. Some topic must have deeply

engaged them, for Wieland did not return till the breakfast hour was passed, and returned alone. His

disturbance was excessive; but he would not listen to my importunities, or tell me what had happened. I

gathered from hints which he let fall, that your situation was, in some way, the cause: yet he assured me that

you were at your own house, alive, in good health, and in perfect safety. He scarcely ate a morsel, and

immediately after breakfast went out again. He would not inform me whither he was going, but mentioned

I was equally astonished and alarmed by this information. Pleyel had told his tale to my brother, and had, by

a plausible and exaggerated picture, instilled into him unfavorable thoughts of me. Yet would not the more

correct judgment of Wieland perceive and expose the fallacy of his conclusions? Perhaps his uneasiness

might arise from some insight into the character of Carwin, and from apprehensions for my safety. The

appearances by which Pleyel had been misled, might induce him likewise to believe that I entertained an

indiscreet, though not dishonorable affection for Carwin. Such were the conjectures rapidly formed. I was

inexpressibly anxious to change them into certainty. For this end an interview with my brother was desirable.

He was gone, no one knew whither, and was not expected speedily to return. I had no clue by which to trace

My anxieties could not be concealed from my sister. They heightened her solicitude to be acquainted with the

cause. There were many reasons persuading me to silence: at least, till I had seen my brother, it would be an

act of inexcusable temerity to unfold what had lately passed. No other expedient for eluding her importunities

occurred to me, but that of returning to my own house. I recollected my determination to become a tenant of

this roof. I mentioned it to her. She joyfully acceded to this proposal, and suffered me, with less reluctance, to

depart, when I told her that it was with a view to collect and send to my new dwelling what articles would be

Once more I returned to the house which had been the scene of so much turbulence and danger. I was at no

great distance from it when I observed my brother coming out. On seeing me he stopped, and after

ascertaining, as it seemed, which way I was going, he returned into the house before me. I sincerely rejoiced

at this event, and I hastened to set things, if possible, on their right footing.

His brow was by no means expressive of those vehement emotions with which Pleyel had been agitated. I

drew a favorable omen from this circumstance. Without delay I began the conversation.

"I have been to look for you," said I, "but was told by Catharine that Pleyel had engaged you on some

important and disagreeable affair. Before his interview with you he spent a few minutes with me. These

minutes he employed in upbraiding me for crimes and intentions with which I am by no means chargeable. I

believe him to have taken up his opinions on very insufficient grounds. His behaviour was in the highest

degree precipitate and unjust, and, until I receive some atonement, I shall treat him, in my turn, with that

contempt which he justly merits: meanwhile I am fearful that he has prejudiced my brother against me. That

is an evil which I most anxiously deprecate, and which I shall indeed exert myself to remove. Has he made

My brother's countenance testified no surprize at my address. The benignity of his looks were no wise

"It is true," said he, "your conduct was the subject of our discourse. I am your friend, as well as your brother.

There is no human being whom I love with more tenderness, and whose welfare is nearer my heart. Judge

then with what emotions I listened to Pleyel's story. I expect and desire you to vindicate yourself from

The tone with which he uttered the last words affected me deeply. "If vindication be possible!" repeated I.

"From what you know, do you deem a formal vindication necessary? Can you harbour for a moment the

He shook his head with an air of acute anguish. "I have struggled," said he, "to dismiss that belief. You speak

before a judge who will profit by any pretence to acquit you: who is ready to question his own senses when

These words incited a new set of thoughts in my mind. I began to suspect that Pleyel had built his accusations

on some foundation unknown to me. "I may be a stranger to the grounds of your belief. Pleyel loaded me

with indecent and virulent invectives, but he withheld from me the facts that generated his suspicions. Events

took place last night of which some of the circumstances were of an ambiguous nature. I conceived that these

might possibly have fallen under his cognizance, and that, viewed through the mists of prejudice and passion,

they supplied a pretence for his conduct, but believed that your more unbiassed judgment would estimate

them at their just value. Perhaps his tale has been different from what I suspect it to be. Listen then to my

narrative. If there be any thing in his story inconsistent with mine, his story is false."

I then proceeded to a circumstantial relation of the incidents of the last night. Wieland listened with deep

attention. Having finished, "This," continued I, "is the truth; you see in what circumstances an interview took

place between Carwin and me. He remained for hours in my closet, and for some minutes in my chamber. He

departed without haste or interruption. If Pleyel marked him as he left the house, and it is not impossible that

he did, inferences injurious to my character might suggest themselves to him. In admitting them, he gave

"His proofs," said Wieland, after a considerable pause, "are different. That he should be deceived, is not

possible. That he himself is not the deceiver, could not be believed, if his testimony were not inconsistent

with yours; but the doubts which I entertained are now removed. Your tale, some parts of it, is marvellous;

the voice which exclaimed against your rashness in approaching the closet, your persisting notwithstanding

that prohibition, your belief that I was the ruffian, and your subsequent conduct, are believed by me, because

I have known you from childhood, because a thousand instances have attested your veracity, and because

nothing less than my own hearing and vision would convince me, in opposition to her own assertions, that my

I threw my arms around him, and bathed his cheek with my tears. "That," said I, "is spoken like my brother.

He replied"Pleyel informed me that, in going to your house, his attention was attracted by two voices. The

persons speaking sat beneath the bank out of sight. These persons, judging by their voices, were Carwin and

you. I will not repeat the dialogue. If my sister was the female, Pleyel was justified in concluding you to be,

indeed, one of the most profligate of women. Hence, his accusations of you, and his efforts to obtain my

concurrence to a plan by which an eternal separation should be brought about between my sister and this

I made Wieland repeat this recital. Here, indeed, was a tale to fill me with terrible foreboding. I had vainly

thought that my safety could be sufficiently secured by doors and bars, but this is a foe from whose grasp no

power of divinity can save me! His artifices will ever lay my fame and happiness at his mercy. How shall I

counterwork his plots, or detect his coadjutor? He has taught some vile and abandoned female to mimic my

voice. Pleyel's ears were the witnesses of my dishonor. This is the midnight assignation to which he alluded.

Thus is the silence he maintained when attempting to open the door of my chamber, accounted for. He

supposed me absent, and meant, perhaps, had my apartment been accessible, to leave in it some accusing

Pleyel was no longer equally culpable. The sincerity of his anguish, the depth of his despair, I remembered

with some tendencies to gratitude. Yet was he not precipitate? Was the conjecture that my part was played by

some mimic so utterly untenable? Instances of this faculty are common. The wickedness of Carwin must, in

his opinion, have been adequate to such contrivances, and yet the supposition of my guilt was adopted in

But how was this error to be unveiled? What but my own assertion had I to throw in the balance against it?

Would this be permitted to outweigh the testimony of his senses? I had no witnesses to prove my existence in

another place. The real events of that night are marvellous. Few, to whom they should be related, would

scruple to discredit them. Pleyel is sceptical in a transcendant degree. I cannot summon Carwin to my bar,

My brother saw and comprehended my distress. He was unacquainted, however, with the full extent of it. He

knew not by how many motives I was incited to retrieve the good opinion of Pleyel. He endeavored to

console me. Some new event, he said, would occur to disentangle the maze. He did not question the influence

of my eloquence, if I thought proper to exert it. Why not seek an interview with Pleyel, and exact from him a

minute relation, in which something may be met with serving to destroy the probability of the whole?

I caught, with eagerness, at this hope; but my alacrity was damped by new reflections. Should I, perfect in

this respect, and unblemished as I was, thrust myself, uncalled, into his presence, and make my felicity

"If you chuse to seek an interview," continued Wieland, "you must make haste, for Pleyel informed me of his

No intelligence was less expected or less welcome than this. I had thrown myself in a window seat; but now,

starting on my feet, I exclaimed, "Good heavens! what is it you say? a journey? whither? when?"

"I cannot say whither. It is a sudden resolution I believe. I did not hear of it till this morning. He promises to

I needed no further information as to the cause and issue of this journey. The scheme of happiness to which

he had devoted his thoughts was blasted by the discovery of last night. My preference of another, and my

unworthiness to be any longer the object of his adoration, were evinced by the same act and in the same

moment. The thought of utter desertion, a desertion originating in such a cause, was the prelude to distraction.

That Pleyel should abandon me forever, because I was blind to his excellence, because I coveted pollution,

and wedded infamy, when, on the contrary, my heart was the shrine of all purity, and beat only for his sake,

was a destiny which, as long as my life was in my own hands, I would by no means consent to endure.

I remembered that this evil was still preventable; that this fatal journey it was still in my power to

procrastinate, or, perhaps, to occasion it to be laid aside. There were no impediments to a visit: I only dreaded

lest the interview should be too long delayed. My brother befriended my impatience, and readily consented to

furnish me with a chaise and servant to attend me. My purpose was to go immediately to Pleyel's farm, where

My way lay through the city. I had scarcely entered it when I was seized with a general sensation of sickness.

Every object grew dim and swam before my sight. It was with difficulty I prevented myself from sinking to

the bottom of the carriage. I ordered myself to be carried to Mrs. Baynton's, in hope that an interval of repose

would invigorate and refresh me. My distracted thoughts would allow me but little rest. Growing somewhat

My contemplations were limited to a few objects. I regarded my success, in the purpose which I had in view,

as considerably doubtful. I depended, in some degree, on the suggestions of the moment, and on the materials

which Pleyel himself should furnish me. When I reflected on the nature of the accusation, I burned with

disdain. Would not truth, and the consciousness of innocence, render me triumphant? Should I not cast from

What an entire and mournful change has been effected in a few hours! The gulf that separates man from

insects is not wider than that which severs the polluted from the chaste among women. Yesterday and today

I am the same. There is a degree of depravity to which it is impossible for me to sink; yet, in the apprehension

of another, my ancient and intimate associate, the perpetual witness of my actions, and partaker of my

thoughts, I had ceased to be the same. My integrity was tarnished and withered in his eyes. I was the

His opinion was not destitute of evidence: yet what proofs could reasonably avail to establish an opinion like

this? If the sentiments corresponded not with the voice that was heard, the evidence was deficient; but this

want of correspondence would have been supposed by me if I had been the auditor and Pleyel the criminal.

But mimicry might still more plausibly have been employed to explain the scene. Alas! it is the fate of Clara

But what, O man of mischief! is the tendency of thy thoughts? Frustrated in thy first design, thou wilt not

forego the immolation of thy victim. To exterminate my reputation was all that remained to thee, and this my

guardian has permitted. To dispossess Pleyel of this prejudice may be impossible; but if that be effected, it

cannot be supposed that thy wiles are exhausted; thy cunning will discover innumerable avenues to the

Why should I enter the lists against thee? Would to heaven I could disarm thy vengeance by my deprecations!

When I think of all the resources with which nature and education have supplied thee; that thy form is a

combination of steely fibres and organs of exquisite ductility and boundless compass, actuated by an

intelligence gifted with infinite endowments, and comprehending all knowledge, I perceive that my doom is

fixed. What obstacle will be able to divert thy zeal or repel thy efforts? That being who has hitherto protected

me has borne testimony to the formidableness of thy attempts, since nothing less than supernatural

Musing on these thoughts, I arrived, towards the close of the day, at Pleyel's house. A month before, I had

traversed the same path; but how different were my sensations! Now I was seeking the presence of one who

regarded me as the most degenerate of human kind. I was to plead the cause of my innocence, against

witnesses the most explicit and unerring, of those which support the fabric of human knowledge. The nearer I

approached the crisis, the more did my confidence decay. When the chaise stopped at the door, my strength

refused to support me, and I threw myself into the arms of an ancient female domestic. I had not courage to

inquire whether her master was at home. I was tormented with fears that the projected journey was already

undertaken. These fears were removed, by her asking me whether she should call her young master, who had

just gone into his own room. I was somewhat revived by this intelligence, and resolved immediately to seek

In my confusion of mind, I neglected to knock at the door, but entered his apartment without previous notice.

This abruptness was altogether involuntary. Absorbed in reflections of such unspeakable moment, I had no

leisure to heed the niceties of punctilio. I discovered him standing with his back towards the entrance. A

small trunk, with its lid raised, was before him in which it seemed as if he had been busy in packing his

clothes. The moment of my entrance, he was employed in gazing at something which he held in his hand.

I imagined that I fully comprehended this scene. The image which he held before him, and by which his

attention was so deeply engaged, I doubted not to be my own. These preparations for his journey, the cause to

which it was to be imputed, the hopelessness of success in the undertaking on which I had entered, rushed at

Startled by this sound, he dropped the lid of the trunk and turned. The solemn sadness that previously

overspread his countenance, gave sudden way to an attitude and look of the most vehement astonishment.

Perceiving me unable to uphold myself, he stepped towards me without speaking, and supported me by his

arm. The kindness of this action called forth a new effusion from my eyes. Weeping was a solace to which, at

that time, I had not grown familiar, and which, therefore, was peculiarly delicious. Indignation was no longer

to be read in the features of my friend. They were pregnant with a mixture of wonder and pity. Their

expression was easily interpreted. This visit, and these tears, were tokens of my penitence. The wretch whom

he had stigmatized as incurably and obdurately wicked, now shewed herself susceptible of remorse, and had

This persuasion had no tendency to comfort me. It only shewed me, with new evidence, the difficulty of the

task which I had assigned myself. We were mutually silent. I had less power and less inclination than ever to

speak. I extricated myself from his hold, and threw myself on a sofa. He placed himself by my side, and

appeared to wait with impatience and anxiety for some beginning of the conversation. What could I say? If

my mind had suggested any thing suitable to the occasion, my utterance was suffocated by tears.

Frequently he attempted to speak, but seemed deterred by some degree of uncertainty as to the true nature of

"My friend! would to heaven I were still permitted to call you by that name. The image that I once adored

existed only in my fancy; but though I cannot hope to see it realized, you may not be totally insensible to the

horrors of that gulf into which you are about to plunge. What heart is forever exempt from the goadings of

"I thought you accomplished and wise beyond the rest of women. Not a sentiment you uttered, not a look you

assumed, that were not, in my apprehension, fraught with the sublimities of rectitude and the illuminations of

genius. Deceit has some bounds. Your education could not be without influence. A vigorous understanding

cannot be utterly devoid of virtue; but you could not counterfeit the powers of invention and reasoning. I was

rash in my invectives. I will not, but with life, relinquish all hopes of you. I will shut out every proof that

"You come to restore me once more to happiness; to convince me that you have torn her mask from vice, and

At these words my equanimity forsook me. For a moment I forgot the evidence from which Pleyel's opinions

were derived, the benevolence of his remonstrances, and the grief which his accents bespoke; I was filled

with indignation and horror at charges so black; I shrunk back and darted at him a look of disdain and anger.

"What detestable infatuation was it that led me hither! Why do I patiently endure these horrible insults! My

offences exist only in your own distempered imagination: you are leagued with the traitor who assailed my

life: you have vowed the destruction of my peace and honor. I deserve infamy for listening to calumnies so

These words were heard by Pleyel without visible resentment. His countenance relapsed into its former

gloom; but he did not even look at me. The ideas which had given place to my angry emotions returned, and

once more melted me into tears. "O!" I exclaimed, in a voice broken by sobs, "what a task is mine!

Compelled to hearken to charges which I feel to be false, but which I know to be believed by him that utters

them; believed too not without evidence, which, though fallacious, is not unplausible.

"I came hither not to confess, but to vindicate. I know the source of your opinions. Wieland has informed me

on what your suspicions are built. These suspicions are fostered by you as certainties; the tenor of my life, of

all my conversations and letters, affords me no security; every sentiment that my tongue and my pen have

uttered, bear testimony to the rectitude of my mind; but this testimony is rejected. I am condemned as brutally

"And where are the proofs that must justify so foul and so improbable an accusation? You have overheard a

midnight conference. Voices have saluted your ear, in which you imagine yourself to have recognized mine,

and that of a detected villain. The sentiments expressed were not allowed to outweigh the casual or concerted

resemblance of voice. Sentiments the reverse of all those whose influence my former life had attested,

denoting a mind polluted by grovelling vices, and entering into compact with that of a thief and a murderer.

The nature of these sentiments did not enable you to detect the cheat, did not suggest to you the possibility

"You were precipitate and prone to condemn. Instead of rushing on the impostors, and comparing the

evidence of sight with that of hearing, you stood aloof, or you fled. My innocence would not now have stood

in need of vindication, if this conduct had been pursued. That you did not pursue it, your present thoughts

incontestibly prove. Yet this conduct might surely have been expected from Pleyel. That he would not hastily

impute the blackest of crimes, that he would not couple my name with infamy, and cover me with ruin for

inadequate or slight reasons, might reasonably have been expected." The sobs which convulsed my bosom

Pleyel was for a moment affected. He looked at me with some expression of doubt; but this quickly gave

place to a mournful solemnity. He fixed his eyes on the floor as in reverie, and spoke:

"Two hours hence I am gone. Shall I carry away with me the sorrow that is now my guest? or shall that

sorrow be accumulated tenfold? What is she that is now before me? Shall every hour supply me with new

proofs of a wickedness beyond example? Already I deem her the most abandoned and detestable of human

creatures. Her coming and her tears imparted a gleam of hope, but that gleam has vanished."

He now fixed his eyes upon me, and every muscle in his face trembled. His tone was hollow and

terrible"Thou knowest that I was a witness of your interview, yet thou comest hither to upbraid me for

injustice! Thou canst look me in the face and say that I am deceived!An inscrutable providence has

fashioned thee for some end. Thou wilt live, no doubt, to fulfil the purposes of thy maker, if he repent not of

his workmanship, and send not his vengeance to exterminate thee, ere the measure of thy days be full. Surely

"But I thought I had stifled this fury. I am not constituted thy judge. My office is to pity and amend, and not

to punish and revile. I deemed myself exempt from all tempestuous passions. I had almost persuaded myself

to weep over thy fall; but I am frail as dust, and mutable as water; I am calm, I am compassionate only in thy

absence.Make this house, this room, thy abode as long as thou wilt, but forgive me if I prefer solitude for

the short time during which I shall stay." Saying this, he motioned as if to leave the apartment.

The stormy passions of this man affected me by sympathy. I ceased to weep. I was motionless and speechless

with agony. I sat with my hands clasped, mutely gazing after him as he withdrew. I desired to detain him, but

was unable to make any effort for that purpose, till he had passed out of the room. I then uttered an

At this summons he hastily returned. He beheld me wild, pale, gasping for breath, and my head already

When I recovered, I found myself stretched on a bed in the outer apartment, and Pleyel, with two female

servants standing beside it. All the fury and scorn which the countenance of the former lately expressed, had

now disappeared, and was succeeded by the most tender anxiety. As soon as he perceived that my senses

were returned to me, he clasped his hands, and exclaimed, "God be thanked! you are once more alive. I had

almost despaired of your recovery. I fear I have been precipitate and unjust. My senses must have been the

victims of some inexplicable and momentary phrenzy. Forgive me, I beseech you, forgive my reproaches. I

would purchase conviction of your purity, at the price of my existence here and hereafter."

He once more, in a tone of the most fervent tenderness, besought me to be composed, and then left me to the

Here was wrought a surprizing change in my friend. What was it that had shaken conviction so firm? Had any

thing occurred during my fit, adequate to produce so total an alteration? My attendants informed me that he

had not left my apartment; that the unusual duration of my fit, and the failure, for a time, of all the means

used for my recovery, had filled him with grief and dismay. Did he regard the effect which his reproaches had

In this state of mind, I little regarded my languors of body. I rose and requested an interview with him before

my departure, on which I was resolved, notwithstanding his earnest solicitation to spend the night at his

house. He complied with my request. The tenderness which he had lately betrayed, had now disappeared, and

I told him that I was preparing to return to my brother's; that I had come hither to vindicate my innocence

from the foul aspersions which he had cast upon it. My pride had not taken refuge in silence or distance. I had

not relied upon time, or the suggestion of his cooler thoughts, to confute his charges. Conscious as I was that

I was perfectly guiltless, and entertaining some value for his good opinion, I could not prevail upon myself to

believe that my efforts to make my innocence manifest, would be fruitless. Adverse appearances might be

numerous and specious, but they were unquestionably false. I was willing to believe him sincere, that he

made no charges which he himself did not believe; but these charges were destitute of truth. The grounds of

his opinion were fallacious; and I desired an opportunity of detecting their fallacy. I entreated him to be

At these words, my companion's countenance grew darker. He appeared to be struggling with his rage. He

opened his lips to speak, but his accents died away ere they were formed. This conflict lasted for some

"I would fain put an end to this hateful scene: what I shall say, will be breath idly and unprofitably consumed.

The clearest narrative will add nothing to your present knowledge. You are acquainted with the grounds of

my opinion, and yet you avow yourself innocent: Why then should I rehearse these grounds? You are

apprized of the character of Carwin: Why then should I enumerate the discoveries which I have made

respecting him? Yet, since it is your request; since, considering the limitedness of human faculties, some

error may possibly lurk in those appearances which I have witnessed, I will briefly relate what I know.

"Need I dwell upon the impressions which your conversation and deportment originally made upon me? We

parted in childhood; but our intercourse, by letter, was copious and uninterrupted. How fondly did I anticipate

a meeting with one whom her letters had previously taught me to consider as the first of women, and how

"Here, said I, is a being, after whom sages may model their transcendent intelligence, and painters, their ideal

beauty. Here is exemplified, that union between intellect and form, which has hitherto existed only in the

conceptions of the poet. I have watched your eyes; my attention has hung upon your lips. I have questioned

whether the enchantments of your voice were more conspicuous in the intricacies of melody, or the emphasis

of rhetoric. I have marked the transitions of your discourse, the felicities of your expression, your refined

argumentation, and glowing imagery; and been forced to acknowledge, that all delights were meagre and

contemptible, compared with those connected with the audience and sight of you. I have contemplated your

principles, and been astonished at the solidity of their foundation, and the perfection of their structure. I have

traced you to your home. I have viewed you in relation to your servants, to your family, to your neighbours,

and to the world. I have seen by what skilful arrangements you facilitate the performance of the most arduous

and complicated duties; what daily accessions of strength your judicious discipline bestowed upon your

memory; what correctness and abundance of knowledge was daily experienced by your unwearied

application to books, and to writing. If she that possesses so much in the bloom of youth, will go on

accumulating her stores, what, said I, is the picture she will display at a mature age?

"You know not the accuracy of my observation. I was desirous that others should profit by an example so

rare. I therefore noted down, in writing, every particular of your conduct. I was anxious to benefit by an

opportunity so seldom afforded us. I laboured not to omit the slightest shade, or the most petty line in your

portrait. Here there was no other task incumbent on me but to copy; there was no need to exaggerate or

overlook, in order to produce a more unexceptionable pattern. Here was a combination of harmonies and

graces, incapable of diminution or accession without injury to its completeness.

"I found no end and no bounds to my task. No display of a scene like this could be chargeable with

redundancy or superfluity. Even the colour of a shoe, the knot of a ribband, or your attitude in plucking a

rose, were of moment to be recorded. Even the arrangements of your breakfasttable and your toilet have

"I know that mankind are more easily enticed to virtue by example than by precept. I know that the

absoluteness of a model, when supplied by invention, diminishes its salutary influence, since it is useless, we

think, to strive after that which we know to be beyond our reach. But the picture which I drew was not a

phantom; as a model, it was devoid of imperfection; and to aspire to that height which had been really

attained, was by no means unreasonable. I had another and more interesting object in view. One existed who

claimed all my tenderness. Here, in all its parts, was a model worthy of assiduous study, and indefatigable

imitation. I called upon her, as she wished to secure and enhance my esteem, to mould her thoughts, her

"The task was exuberant of pleasure, and I was deeply engaged in it, when an imp of mischief was let loose

in the form of Carwin. I admired his powers and accomplishments. I did not wonder that they were admired

by you. On the rectitude of your judgement, however, I relied to keep this admiration within discreet and

scrupulous bounds. I assured myself, that the strangeness of his deportment, and the obscurity of his life,

would teach you caution. Of all errors, my knowledge of your character informed me that this was least likely

"You were powerfully affected by his first appearance; you were bewitched by his countenance and his tones;

your description was ardent and pathetic: I listened to you with some emotions of surprize. The portrait you

drew in his absence, and the intensity with which you mused upon it, were new and unexpected incidents.

They bespoke a sensibility somewhat too vivid; but from which, while subjected to the guidance of an

"A more direct intercourse took place between you. I need not apologize for the solicitude which I entertained

for your safety. He that gifted me with perception of excellence, compelled me to love it. In the midst of

danger and pain, my contemplations have ever been cheered by your image. Every object in competition with

you, was worthless and trivial. No price was too great by which your safety could be purchased. For that end,

the sacrifice of ease, of health, and even of life, would cheerfully have been made by me. What wonder then,

that I scrutinized the sentiments and deportment of this man with ceaseless vigilance; that I watched your

words and your looks when he was present; and that I extracted cause for the deepest inquietudes, from every

"I was cautious in deciding. I recalled the various conversations in which the topics of love and marriage had

been discussed. As a woman, young, beautiful, and independent, it behoved you to have fortified your mind

with just principles on this subject. Your principles were eminently just. Had not their rectitude and their

firmness been attested by your treatment of that specious seducer Dashwood? These principles, I was prone

to believe, exempted you from danger in this new state of things. I was not the last to pay my homage to the

unrivalled capacity, insinuation, and eloquence of this man. I have disguised, but could never stifle the

conviction, that his eyes and voice had a witchcraft in them, which rendered him truly formidable: but I

reflected on the ambiguous expression of his countenancean ambiguity which you were the first to remark;

on the cloud which obscured his character; and on the suspicious nature of that concealment which he

studied; and concluded you to be safe. I denied the obvious construction to appearances. I referred your

conduct to some principle which had not been hitherto disclosed, but which was reconcileable with those

"I was not suffered to remain long in this suspence. One evening, you may recollect, I came to your house,

where it was my purpose, as usual, to lodge, somewhat earlier than ordinary. I spied a light in your chamber

as I approached from the outside, and on inquiring of Judith, was informed that you were writing. As your

kinsman and friend, and fellowlodger, I thought I had a right to be familiar. You were in your chamber, but

your employment and the time were such as to make it no infraction of decorum to follow you thither. The

spirit of mischievous gaiety possessed me. I proceeded on tiptoe. You did not perceive my entrance; and I

"I had gone thus far in error, and had no power to recede. How cautiously should we guard against the first

inroads of temptation! I knew that to pry into your papers was criminal; but I reflected that no sentiment of

yours was of a nature which made it your interest to conceal it. You wrote much more than you permitted

your friends to peruse. My curiosity was strong, and I had only to throw a glance upon the paper, to secure its

gratification. I should never have deliberately committed an act like this. The slightest obstacle would have

repelled me; but my eye glanced almost spontaneously upon the paper. I caught only parts of sentences; but

my eyes comprehended more at a glance, because the characters were shorthand. I lighted on the words

SUMMERHOUSE, MIDNIGHT, and made out a passage which spoke of the propriety and of the effects to

be expected from ANOTHER interview. All this passed in less than a moment. I then checked myself, and

"I could pardon and account for some trifling alarm; but your trepidation and blushes were excessive. You

hurried the paper out of sight, and seemed too anxious to discover whether I knew the contents to allow

yourself to make any inquiries. I wondered at these appearances of consternation, but did not reason on them

until I had retired. When alone, these incidents suggested themselves to my reflections anew.

"To what scene, or what interview, I asked, did you allude? Your disappearance on a former evening, my

tracing you to the recess in the bank, your silence on my first and second call, your vague answers and

invincible embarrassment, when you, at length, ascended the hill, I recollected with new surprize. Could this

be the summerhouse alluded to? A certain timidity and consciousness had generally attended you, when this

incident and this recess had been the subjects of conversation. Nay, I imagined that the last time that

adventure was mentioned, which happened in the presence of Carwin, the countenance of the latter betrayed

"This was an idea calculated to rouse every faculty to contemplation. An interview at that hour, in this

darksome retreat, with a man of this mysterious but formidable character; a clandestine interview, and one

which you afterwards endeavoured with so much solicitude to conceal! It was a fearful and portentous

occurrence. I could not measure his power, or fathom his designs. Had he rifled from you the secret of your

love, and reconciled you to concealment and noctural meetings? I scarcely ever spent a night of more

"I knew not how to act. The ascertainment of this man's character and views seemed to be, in the first place,

necessary. Had he openly preferred his suit to you, we should have been impowered to make direct inquiries;

but since he had chosen this obscure path, it seemed reasonable to infer that his character was exceptionable.

It, at least, subjected us to the necessity of resorting to other means of information. Yet the improbability that

you should commit a deed of such rashness, made me reflect anew upon the insufficiency of those grounds on

which my suspicions had been built, and almost to condemn myself for harbouring them.

"Though it was mere conjecture that the interview spoken of had taken place with Carwin, yet two ideas

occurred to involve me in the most painful doubts. This man's reasonings might be so specious, and his

artifices so profound, that, aided by the passion which you had conceived for him, he had finally succeeded;

or his situation might be such as to justify the secrecy which you maintained. In neither case did my wildest

"I could not talk with you on this subject. If the imputation was false, its atrociousness would have justly

drawn upon me your resentment, and I must have explained by what facts it had been suggested. If it were

true, no benefit would follow from the mention of it. You had chosen to conceal it for some reasons, and

whether these reasons were true or false, it was proper to discover and remove them in the first place. Finally,

I acquiesced in the least painful supposition, trammelled as it was with perplexities, that Carwin was upright,

and that, if the reasons of your silence were known, they would be found to be just.

"Three days have elapsed since this occurrence. I have been haunted by perpetual inquietude. To bring myself

to regard Carwin without terror, and to acquiesce in the belief of your safety, was impossible. Yet to put an

end to my doubts, seemed to be impracticable. If some light could be reflected on the actual situation of this

man, a direct path would present itself. If he were, contrary to the tenor of his conversation, cunning and

malignant, to apprize you of this, would be to place you in security. If he were merely unfortunate and

innocent, most readily would I espouse his cause; and if his intentions were upright with regard to you, most

"It would be vain to call upon Carwin for an avowal of his deeds. It was better to know nothing, than to be

deceived by an artful tale. What he was unwilling to communicate, and this unwillingness had been

repeatedly manifested, could never be extorted from him. Importunity might be appeased, or imposture

effected by fallacious representations. To the rest of the world he was unknown. I had often made him the

subject of discourse; but a glimpse of his figure in the street was the sum of their knowledge who knew most.

None had ever seen him before, and received as new, the information which my intercourse with him in

"Wieland was your brother. If he had really made you the object of his courtship, was not a brother

authorized to interfere and demand from him the confession of his views? Yet what were the grounds on

which I had reared this supposition? Would they justify a measure like this? Surely not.

"In the course of my restless meditations, it occurred to me, at length, that my duty required me to speak to

you, to confess the indecorum of which I had been guilty, and to state the reflections to which it had led me. I

was prompted by no mean or selfish views. The heart within my breast was not more precious than your

safety: most cheerfully would I have interposed my life between you and danger. Would you cherish

resentment at my conduct? When acquainted with the motive which produced it, it would not only exempt me

"Yesterday had been selected for the rehearsal of the newlyimported tragedy. I promised to be present. The

state of my thoughts but little qualified me for a performer or auditor in such a scene; but I reflected that,

after it was finished, I should return home with you, and should then enjoy an opportunity of discoursing with

you fully on this topic. My resolution was not formed without a remnant of doubt, as to its propriety. When I

left this house to perform the visit I had promised, my mind was full of apprehension and despondency. The

dubiousness of the event of our conversation, fear that my interference was too late to secure your peace, and

the uncertainty to which hope gave birth, whether I had not erred in believing you devoted to this man, or, at

least, in imagining that he had obtained your consent to midnight conferences, distracted me with

"I can assign no reason for calling at Mrs. Baynton's. I had seen her in the morning, and knew her to be well.

The concerted hour had nearly arrived, and yet I turned up the street which leads to her house, and

dismounted at her door. I entered the parlour and threw myself in a chair. I saw and inquired for no one. My

whole frame was overpowered by dreary and comfortless sensations. One idea possessed me wholly; the

inexpressible importance of unveiling the designs and character of Carwin, and the utter improbability that

this ever would be effected. Some instinct induced me to lay my hand upon a newspaper. I had perused all the

general intelligence it contained in the morning, and at the same spot. The act was rather mechanical than

"I threw a languid glance at the first column that presented itself. The first words which I read, began with the

offer of a reward of three hundred guineas for the apprehension of a convict under sentence of death, who had

escaped from Newgate prison in Dublin. Good heaven! how every fibre of my frame tingled when I

"The descriptions of his person and address were minute. His stature, hair, complexion, the extraordinary

position and arrangement of his features, his aukward and disproportionate form, his gesture and gait,

corresponded perfectly with those of our mysterious visitant. He had been found guilty in two indictments.

One for the murder of the Lady Jane Conway, and the other for a robbery committed on the person of the

"I repeatedly perused this passage. The ideas which flowed in upon my mind, affected me like an instant

transition from death to life. The purpose dearest to my heart was thus effected, at a time and by means the

least of all others within the scope of my foresight. But what purpose? Carwin was detected. Acts of the

blackest and most sordid guilt had been committed by him. Here was evidence which imparted to my

understanding the most luminous certainty. The name, visage, and deportment, were the same. Between the

time of his escape, and his appearance among us, there was a sufficient agreement. Such was the man with

whom I suspected you to maintain a clandestine correspondence. Should I not haste to snatch you from the

talons of this vulture? Should I see you rushing to the verge of a dizzy precipice, and not stretch forth a hand

to pull you back? I had no need to deliberate. I thrust the paper in my pocket, and resolved to obtain an

immediate conference with you. For a time, no other image made its way to my understanding. At length, it

occurred to me, that though the information I possessed was, in one sense, sufficient, yet if more could be

obtained, more was desirable. This passage was copied from a British paper; part of it only, perhaps, was

"Towards his house I immediately turned my horse's head. He produced the paper, but I found nothing more

than had already been seen. While busy in perusing it, the printer stood by my side. He noticed the object of

which I was in search. "Aye," said he, "that is a strange affair. I should never have met with it, had not Mr.

Hallet sent to me the paper, with a particular request to republish that advertisement."

"Mr. Hallet! What reasons could he have for making this request? Had the paper sent to him been

accompanied by any information respecting the convict? Had he personal or extraordinary reasons for

desiring its republication? This was to be known only in one way. I speeded to his house. In answer to my

interrogations, he told me that Ludloe had formerly been in America, and that during his residence in this

city, considerable intercourse had taken place between them. Hence a confidence arose, which has since been

kept alive by occasional letters. He had lately received a letter from him, enclosing the newspaper from which

this extract had been made. He put it into my hands, and pointed out the passages which related to Carwin.

"Ludloe confirms the facts of his conviction and escape; and adds, that he had reason to believe him to have

embarked for America. He describes him in general terms, as the most incomprehensible and formidable

among men; as engaged in schemes, reasonably suspected to be, in the highest degree, criminal, but such as

no human intelligence is able to unravel: that his ends are pursued by means which leave it in doubt whether

he be not in league with some infernal spirit: that his crimes have hitherto been perpetrated with the aid of

some unknown but desperate accomplices: that he wages a perpetual war against the happiness of mankind,

and sets his engines of destruction at work against every object that presents itself.

"This is the substance of the letter. Hallet expressed some surprize at the curiosity which was manifested by

me on this occasion. I was too much absorbed by the ideas suggested by this letter, to pay attention to his

remarks. I shuddered with the apprehension of the evil to which our indiscreet familiarity with this man had

probably exposed us. I burnt with impatience to see you, and to do what in me lay to avert the calamity which

threatened us. It was already five o'clock. Night was hastening, and there was no time to be lost. On leaving

Mr. Hallet's house, who should meet me in the street, but Bertrand, the servant whom I left in Germany. His

appearance and accoutrements bespoke him to have just alighted from a toilsome and long journey. I was not

wholly without expectation of seeing him about this time, but no one was then more distant from my

thoughts. You know what reasons I have for anxiety respecting scenes with which this man was conversant.

Carwin was for a moment forgotten. In answer to my vehement inquiries, Bertrand produced a copious

packet. I shall not at present mention its contents, nor the measures which they obliged me to adopt. I

bestowed a brief perusal on these papers, and having given some directions to Bertrand, resumed my purpose

with regard to you. My horse I was obliged to resign to my servant, he being charged with a commission that

required speed. The clock had struck ten, and Mettingen was five miles distant. I was to Journey thither on

"As I passed swiftly along, I reviewed all the incidents accompanying the appearance and deportment of that

man among us. Late events have been inexplicable and mysterious beyond any of which I have either read or

heard. These events were coeval with Carwin's introduction. I am unable to explain their origin and mutual

dependance; but I do not, on that account, believe them to have a supernatural origin. Is not this man the

agent? Some of them seem to be propitious; but what should I think of those threats of assassination with

which you were lately alarmed? Bloodshed is the trade, and horror is the element of this man. The process by

which the sympathies of nature are extinguished in our hearts, by which evil is made our good, and by which

we are made susceptible of no activity but in the infliction, and no joy but in the spectacle of woes, is an

obvious process. As to an alliance with evil geniuses, the power and the malice of daemons have been a

thousand times exemplified in human beings. There are no devils but those which are begotten upon

"Now, indeed, the scene was changed. It was not his secret poniard that I dreaded. It was only the success of

his efforts to make you a confederate in your own destruction, to make your will the instrument by which he

"I took, as usual, the path through your brother's ground. I ranged with celerity and silence along the bank. I

approached the fence, which divides Wieland's estate from yours. The recess in the bank being near this line,

it being necessary for me to pass near it, my mind being tainted with inveterate suspicions concerning you;

suspicions which were indebted for their strength to incidents connected with this spot; what wonder that it

seized upon my thoughts! "I leaped on the fence; but before I descended on the opposite side, I paused to

survey the scene. Leaves dropping with dew, and glistening in the moon's rays, with no moving object to

molest the deep repose, filled me with security and hope. I left the station at length, and tended forward. You

were probably at rest. How should I communicate without alarming you, the intelligence of my arrival? An

immediate interview was to be procured. I could not bear to think that a minute should be lost by remissness

or hesitation. Should I knock at the door? or should I stand under your chamber windows, which I perceived

"These reflections employed me, as I passed opposite to the summerhouse. I had scarcely gone by, when my

ear caught a sound unusual at this time and place. It was almost too faint and too transient to allow me a

distinct perception of it. I stopped to listen; presently it was heard again, and now it was somewhat in a louder

key. It was laughter; and unquestionably produced by a female voice. That voice was familiar to my senses. It

"Whence it came, I was at first at a loss to conjecture; but this uncertainty vanished when it was heard the

third time. I threw back my eyes towards the recess. Every other organ and limb was useless to me. I did not

reason on the subject. I did not, in a direct manner, draw my conclusions from the hour, the place, the hilarity

which this sound betokened, and the circumstance of having a companion, which it no less incontestably

proved. In an instant, as it were, my heart was invaded with cold, and the pulses of life at a stand.

"Why should I go further? Why should I return? Should I not hurry to a distance from a sound, which, though

formerly so sweet and delectable, was now more hideous than the shrieks of owls?

"I had no time to yield to this impulse. The thought of approaching and listening occurred to me. I had no

doubt of which I was conscious. Yet my certainty was capable of increase. I was likewise stimulated by a

sentiment that partook of rage. I was governed by an halfformed and tempestuous resolution to break in

"I approached with the utmost caution. When I reached the edge of the bank immediately above the

summerhouse, I thought I heard voices from below, as busy in conversation. The steps in the rock are clear

of bushy impediments. They allowed me to descend into a cavity beside the building without being detected.

Thus to lie in wait could only be justified by the momentousness of the occasion."

Here Pleyel paused in his narrative, and fixed his eyes upon me. Situated as I was, my horror and

astonishment at this tale gave way to compassion for the anguish which the countenance of my friend

betrayed. I reflected on his force of understanding. I reflected on the powers of my enemy. I could easily

divine the substance of the conversation that was overheard. Carwin had constructed his plot in a manner

suited to the characters of those whom he had selected for his victims. I saw that the convictions of Pleyel

were immutable. I forbore to struggle against the storm, because I saw that all struggles would be fruitless. I

was calm; but my calmness was the torpor of despair, and not the tranquillity of fortitude. It was calmness

invincible by any thing that his grief and his fury could suggest to Pleyel. He resumed

"Woman! wilt thou hear me further? Shall I go on to repeat the conversation? Is it shame that makes thee

tonguetied? Shall I go on? or art thou satisfied with what has been already said?"

I bowed my head. "Go on," said I. "I make not this request in the hope of undeceiving you. I shall no longer

contend with my own weakness. The storm is let loose, and I shall peaceably submit to be driven by its fury.

But go on. This conference will end only with affording me a clearer foresight of my destiny; but that will be

Why, on hearing these words, did Pleyel hesitate? Did some unlookedfor doubt insinuate itself into his

mind? Was his belief suddenly shaken by my looks, or my words, or by some newly recollected

circumstance? Whencesoever it arose, it could not endure the test of deliberation. In a few minutes the flame

of resentment was again lighted up in his bosom. He proceeded with his accustomed vehemence

"I hate myself for this folly. I can find no apology for this tale. Yet I am irresistibly impelled to relate it. She

that hears me is apprized of every particular. I have only to repeat to her her own words. She will listen with a

tranquil air, and the spectacle of her obduracy will drive me to some desperate act. Why then should I persist!

Again he paused. "No," said he, "it is impossible to repeat your avowals of love, your appeals to former

confessions of your tenderness, to former deeds of dishonor, to the circumstances of the first interview that

took place between you. It was on that night when I traced you to this recess. Thither had he enticed you, and

"Great God! Thou witnessedst the agonies that tore my bosom at that moment! Thou witnessedst my efforts

to repel the testimony of my ears! It was in vain that you dwelt upon the confusion which my unlookedfor

summons excited in you; the tardiness with which a suitable excuse occurred to you; your resentment that my

impertinent intrusion had put an end to that charming interview: A disappointment for which you

endeavoured to compensate yourself, by the frequency and duration of subsequent meetings.

"In vain you dwelt upon incidents of which you only could be conscious; incidents that occurred on occasions

on which none beside your own family were witnesses. In vain was your discourse characterized by

peculiarities inimitable of sentiment and language. My conviction was effected only by an accumulation of

the same tokens. I yielded not but to evidence which took away the power to withhold my faith.

"My sight was of no use to me. Beneath so thick an umbrage, the darkness was intense. Hearing was the only

avenue to information, which the circumstances allowed to be open. I was couched within three feet of you.

Why should I approach nearer? I could not contend with your betrayer. What could be the purpose of a

contest? You stood in no need of a protector. What could I do, but retire from the spot overwhelmed with

confusion and dismay? I sought my chamber, and endeavoured to regain my composure. The door of the

house, which I found open, your subsequent entrance, closing, and fastening it, and going into your chamber,

"Why should I paint the tempestuous fluctuation of my thoughts between grief and revenge, between rage

and despair? Why should I repeat my vows of eternal implacability and persecution, and the speedy

"I have said enough. You have dismissed me from a place in your esteem. What I think, and what I feel, is of

no importance in your eyes. May the duty which I owe myself enable me to forget your existence. In a few

minutes I go hence. Be the maker of your fortune, and may adversity instruct you in that wisdom, which

Those were the last words which Pleyel uttered. He left the room, and my new emotions enabled me to

witness his departure without any apparent loss of composure. As I sat alone, I ruminated on these incidents.

Nothing was more evident than that I had taken an eternal leave of happiness. Life was a worthless thing,

separate from that good which had now been wrested from me; yet the sentiment that now possessed me had

no tendency to palsy my exertions, and overbear my strength. I noticed that the light was declining, and

perceived the propriety of leaving this house. I placed myself again in the chaise, and returned slowly towards

Before I reached the city it was dusk. It was my purpose to spend the night at Mettingen. I was not solicitous,

as long as I was attended by a faithful servant, to be there at an early hour. My exhausted strength required

me to take some refreshment. With this view, and in order to pay respect to one whose affection for me was

truly maternal, I stopped at Mrs. Baynton's. She was absent from home; but I had scarcely entered the house

"What shall I say to extenuate the misconduct of last night? It is my duty to repair it to the utmost of my

power, but the only way in which it can be repaired, you will not, I fear, be prevailed on to adopt. It is by

granting me an interview, at your own house, at eleven o'clock this night. I have no means of removing any

fears that you may entertain of my designs, but my simple and solemn declarations. These, after what has

passed between us, you may deem unworthy of confidence. I cannot help it. My folly and rashness has left

me no other resource. I will be at your door by that hour. If you chuse to admit me to a conference, provided

that conference has no witnesses, I will disclose to you particulars, the knowledge of which is of the utmost

What a letter was this! A man known to be an assassin and robber; one capable of plotting against my life and

my fame; detected lurking in my chamber, and avowing designs the most flagitious and dreadful, now solicits

me to grant him a midnight interview! To admit him alone into my presence! Could he make this request with

the expectation of my compliance? What had he seen in me, that could justify him in admitting so wild a

belief? Yet this request is preferred with the utmost gravity. It is not accompanied by an appearance of

uncommon earnestness. Had the misconduct to which he alludes been a slight incivility, and the interview

requested to take place in the midst of my friends, there would have been no extravagance in the tenor of this

I perused this epistle frequently. The request it contained might be called audacious or stupid, if it had been

made by a different person; but from Carwin, who could not be unaware of the effect which it must naturally

produce, and of the manner in which it would unavoidably be treated, it was perfectly inexplicable. He must

have counted on the success of some plot, in order to extort my assent. None of those motives by which I am

usually governed would ever have persuaded me to meet any one of his sex, at the time and place which he

had prescribed. Much less would I consent to a meeting with a man, tainted with the most detestable crimes,

and by whose arts my own safety had been so imminently endangered, and my happiness irretrievably

destroyed. I shuddered at the idea that such a meeting was possible. I felt some reluctance to approach a spot

Such were the ideas which first suggested themselves on the perusal of the letter. Meanwhile, I resumed my

journey. My thoughts still dwelt upon the same topic. Gradually from ruminating on this epistle, I reverted to

my interview with Pleyel. I recalled the particulars of the dialogue to which he had been an auditor. My heart

sunk anew on viewing the inextricable complexity of this deception, and the inauspicious concurrence of

events, which tended to confirm him in his error. When he approached my chamber door, my terror kept me

mute. He put his ear, perhaps, to the crevice, but it caught the sound of nothing human. Had I called, or made

any token that denoted some one to be within, words would have ensued; and as omnipresence was

impossible, this discovery, and the artless narrative of what had just passed, would have saved me from his

murderous invectives. He went into his chamber, and after some interval, I stole across the entry and down

the stairs, with inaudible steps. Having secured the outer doors, I returned with less circumspection. He heard

me not when I descended; but my returning steps were easily distinguished. Now he thought was the guilty

interview at an end. In what other way was it possible for him to construe these signals?

How fallacious and precipitate was my decision! Carwin's plot owed its success to a coincidence of events

scarcely credible. The balance was swayed from its equipoise by a hair. Had I even begun the conversation

with an account of what befel me in my chamber, my previous interview with Wieland would have taught

him to suspect me of imposture; yet, if I were discoursing with this ruffian, when Pleyel touched the lock of

my chamber door, and when he shut his own door with so much violence, how, he might ask, should I be able

to relate these incidents? Perhaps he had withheld the knowledge of these circumstances from my brother,

from whom, therefore, I could not obtain it, so that my innocence would have thus been irresistibly

The first impulse which flowed from these ideas was to return upon my steps, and demand once more an

Pleyel, I exclaimed, thou art gone for ever! Are thy mistakes beyond the reach of detection? Am I helpless in

the midst of this snare? The plotter is at hand. He even speaks in the style of penitence. He solicits an

interview which he promises shall end in the disclosure of something momentous to my happiness. What can

he say which will avail to turn aside this evil? But why should his remorse be feigned? I have done him no

injury. His wickedness is fertile only of despair; and the billows of remorse will some time overbear him.

Why may not this event have already taken place? Why should I refuse to see him?

This idea was present, as it were, for a moment. I suddenly recoiled from it, confounded at that frenzy which

could give even momentary harbour to such a scheme; yet presently it returned. At length I even conceived it

to deserve deliberation. I questioned whether it was not proper to admit, at a lonely spot, in a sacred hour, this

man of tremendous and inscrutable attributes, this performer of horrid deeds, and whose presence was

What was it that swayed me? I felt myself divested of the power to will contrary to the motives that

determined me to seek his presence. My mind seemed to be split into separate parts, and these parts to have

entered into furious and implacable contention. These tumults gradually subsided. The reasons why I should

confide in that interposition which had hitherto defended me; in those tokens of compunction which this letter

contained; in the efficacy of this interview to restore its spotlessness to my character, and banish all illusions

What should I fear in his presence? This was unlike an artifice intended to betray me into his hands. If it were

an artifice, what purpose would it serve? The freedom of my mind was untouched, and that freedom would

defy the assaults of blandishments or magic. Force was I not able to repel. On the former occasion my

courage, it is true, had failed at the imminent approach of danger; but then I had not enjoyed opportunities of

deliberation; I had foreseen nothing; I was sunk into imbecility by my previous thoughts; I had been the

victim of recent disappointments and anticipated ills: Witness my infatuation in opening the closet in

Now, perhaps, my courage was the offspring of a no less erring principle. Pleyel was for ever lost to me. I

strove in vain to assume his person, and suppress my resentment; I strove in vain to believe in the assuaging

influence of time, to look forward to the birthday of new hopes, and the reexaltation of that luminary, of

Was not Carwin my foe? I owed my untimely fate to his treason. Instead of flying from his presence, ought I

not to devote all my faculties to the gaining of an interview, and compel him to repair the ills of which he has

been the author? Why should I suppose him impregnable to argument? Have I not reason on my side, and the

power of imparting conviction? Cannot he be made to see the justice of unravelling the maze in which Pleyel

He may, at least, be accessible to fear. Has he nothing to fear from the rage of an injured woman? But

suppose him inaccessible to such inducements; suppose him to persist in all his flagitious purposes; are not

In the progress of such thoughts, was the resolution at last formed. I hoped that the interview was sought by

him for a laudable end; but, be that as it would, I trusted that, by energy of reasoning or of action, I should

Such a determination must unavoidably fluctuate. The poet's chaos was no unapt emblem of the state of my

mind. A torment was awakened in my bosom, which I foresaw would end only when this interview was past,

and its consequences fully experienced. Hence my impatience for the arrival of the hour which had been

Meanwhile, my meditations were tumultuously active. New impediments to the execution of the scheme were

speedily suggested. I had apprized Catharine of my intention to spend this and many future nights with her.

Her husband was informed of this arrangement, and had zealously approved it. Eleven o'clock exceeded their

hour of retiring. What excuse should I form for changing my plan? Should I shew this letter to Wieland, and

submit myself to his direction? But I knew in what way he would decide. He would fervently dissuade me

from going. Nay, would he not do more? He was apprized of the offences of Carwin, and of the reward

offered for his apprehension. Would he not seize this opportunity of executing justice on a criminal?

This idea was new. I was plunged once more into doubt. Did not equity enjoin me thus to facilitate his arrest?

No. I disdained the office of betrayer. Carwin was unapprized of his danger, and his intentions were possibly

beneficent. Should I station guards about the house, and make an act, intended perhaps for my benefit,

instrumental to his own destruction? Wieland might be justified in thus employing the knowledge which I

should impart, but I, by imparting it, should pollute myself with more hateful crimes than those undeservedly

imputed to me. This scheme, therefore, I unhesitatingly rejected. The views with which I should return to my

own house, it would therefore be necessary to conceal. Yet some pretext must be invented. I had never been

initiated into the trade of lying. Yet what but falshood was a deliberate suppression of the truth? To deceive

Yet what would a lie avail me? What pretext would justify this change in my plan? Would it not tend to

confirm the imputations of Pleyel? That I should voluntarily return to an house in which honor and life had so

These reflections, if they did not change, at least suspended my decision. In this state of uncertainty I alighted

at the HUT. We gave this name to the house tenanted by the farmer and his servants, and which was situated

on the verge of my brother's ground, and at a considerable distance from the mansion. The path to the

mansion was planted by a double row of walnuts. Along this path I proceeded alone. I entered the parlour, in

which was a light just expiring in the socket. There was no one in the room. I perceived by the clock that

stood against the wall, that it was near eleven. The lateness of the hour startled me. What had become of the

family? They were usually retired an hour before this; but the unextinguished taper, and the unbarred door

were indications that they had not retired. I again returned to the hall, and passed from one room to another,

I imagined that, perhaps, the lapse of a few minutes would explain these appearances. Meanwhile I reflected

that the preconcerted hour had arrived. Carwin was perhaps waiting my approach. Should I immediately

retire to my own house, no one would be apprized of my proceeding. Nay, the interview might pass, and I be

enabled to return in half an hour. Hence no necessity would arise for dissimulation.

I was so far influenced by these views that I rose to execute this design; but again the unusual condition of the

house occurred to me, and some vague solicitude as to the condition of the family. I was nearly certain that

my brother had not retired; but by what motives he could be induced to desert his house thus unseasonably I

could by no means divine. Louisa Conway, at least, was at home and had, probably, retired to her chamber;

I went to her chamber, and found her asleep. She was delighted and surprized at my arrival, and told me with

how much impatience and anxiety my brother and his wife had waited my coming. They were fearful that

some mishap had befallen me, and had remained up longer than the usual period. Notwithstanding the

lateness of the hour, Catharine would not resign the hope of seeing me. Louisa said she had left them both in

As yet I was not without solicitude on account of their personal safety. I was far from being perfectly at ease

on that head, but entertained no distinct conception of the danger that impended over them. Perhaps to

beguile the moments of my long protracted stay, they had gone to walk upon the bank. The atmosphere,

though illuminated only by the starlight, was remarkably serene. Meanwhile the desirableness of an

I passed with doubting and hasty steps along the path. My dwelling, seen at a distance, was gloomy and

desolate. It had no inhabitant, for my servant, in consequence of my new arrangement, had gone to

Mettingen. The temerity of this attempt began to shew itself in more vivid colours to my understanding.

Whoever has pointed steel is not without arms; yet what must have been the state of my mind when I could

meditate, without shuddering, on the use of a murderous weapon, and believe myself secure merely because I

was capable of being made so by the death of another? Yet this was not my state. I felt as if I was rushing into

As soon as I arrived in sight of the front of the house, my attention was excited by a light from the window of

my own chamber. No appearance could be less explicable. A meeting was expected with Carwin, but that he

preoccupied my chamber, and had supplied himself with light, was not to be believed. What motive could

influence him to adopt this conduct? Could I proceed until this was explained? Perhaps, if I should proceed to

a distance in front, some one would be visible. A sidelong but feeble beam from the window, fell upon the

piny copse which skirted the bank. As I eyed it, it suddenly became mutable, and after flitting to and fro, for a

short time, it vanished. I turned my eye again toward the window, and perceived that the light was still there;

but the change which I had noticed was occasioned by a change in the position of the lamp or candle within.

I paused to deliberate on the propriety of advancing. Might I not advance cautiously, and, therefore, without

danger? Might I not knock at the door, or call, and be apprized of the nature of my visitant before I entered? I

approached and listened at the door, but could hear nothing. I knocked at first timidly, but afterwards with

loudness. My signals were unnoticed. I stepped back and looked, but the light was no longer discernible. Was

it suddenly extinguished by a human agent? What purpose but concealment was intended? Why was the

illumination produced, to be thus suddenly brought to an end? And why, since some one was there, had

These were questions, the solution of which may be readily supposed to be entangled with danger. Would not

this danger, when measured by a woman's fears, expand into gigantic dimensions? Menaces of death; the

stunning exertions of a warning voice; the known and unknown attributes of Carwin; our recent interview in

this chamber; the preappointment of a meeting at this place and hour, all thronged into my memory. What

Courage is no definite or stedfast principle. Let that man who shall purpose to assign motives to the actions of

another, blush at his folly and forbear. Not more presumptuous would it be to attempt the classification of all

nature, and the scanning of supreme intelligence. I gazed for a minute at the window, and fixed my eyes, for a

second minute, on the ground. I drew forth from my pocket, and opened, a penknife. This, said I, be my

I had locked up the house in the morning, but had the key of the kitchen door in my pocket. I, therefore,

determined to gain access behind. Thither I hastened, unlocked and entered. All was lonely, darksome, and

waste. Familiar as I was with every part of my dwelling, I easily found my way to a closet, drew forth a taper,

a flint, tinder, and steel, and, in a moment as it were, gave myself the guidance and protection of light.

What purpose did I meditate? Should I explore my way to my chamber, and confront the being who had

dared to intrude into this recess, and had laboured for concealment? By putting out the light did he seek to

hide himself, or mean only to circumvent my incautious steps? Yet was it not more probable that he desired

my absence by thus encouraging the supposition that the house was unoccupied? I would see this man in spite

of all impediments; ere I died, I would see his face, and summon him to penitence and retribution; no matter

at what cost an interview was purchased. Reputation and life might be wrested from me by another, but my

I proceeded to the foot of the stairs. At such a crisis my thoughts may be supposed at no liberty to range; yet

vague images rushed into my mind, of the mysterious interposition which had been experienced on the last

night. My case, at present, was not dissimilar; and, if my angel were not weary of fruitless exertions to save,

might not a new warning be expected? Who could say whether his silence were ascribable to the absence of

In this state of mind, no wonder that a shivering cold crept through my veins; that my pause was prolonged;

Alas! my heart droops, and my fingers are enervated; my ideas are vivid, but my language is faint: now know

I what it is to entertain incommunicable sentiments. The chain of subsequent incidents is drawn through my

mind, and being linked with those which forewent, by turns rouse up agonies and sink me into hopelessness.

Yet I will persist to the end. My narrative may be invaded by inaccuracy and confusion; but if I live no

longer, I will, at least, live to complete it. What but ambiguities, abruptnesses, and dark transitions, can be

expected from the historian who is, at the same time, the sufferer of these disasters?

I have said that I cast a look behind. Some object was expected to be seen, or why should I have gazed in that

direction? Two senses were at once assailed. The same piercing exclamation of HOLD! HOLD! was uttered

within the same distance of my ear. This it was that I heard. The airy undulation, and the shock given to my

nerves, were real. Whether the spectacle which I beheld existed in my fancy or without, might be doubted.

I had not closed the door of the apartment I had just left. The staircase, at the foot of which I stood, was

eight or ten feet from the door, and attached to the wall through which the door led. My view, therefore, was

Through this aperture was an head thrust and drawn back with so much swiftness, that the immediate

conviction was, that thus much of a form, ordinarily invisible, had been unshrowded. The face was turned

towards me. Every muscle was tense; the forehead and brows were drawn into vehement expression; the lips

were stretched as in the act of shrieking, and the eyes emitted sparks, which, no doubt, if I had been

unattended by a light, would have illuminated like the coruscations of a meteor. The sound and the vision

were present, and departed together at the same instant; but the cry was blown into my ear, while the face was

This face was well suited to a being whose performances exceeded the standard of humanity, and yet its

features were akin to those I had before seen. The image of Carwin was blended in a thousand ways with the

stream of my thoughts. This visage was, perhaps, pourtrayed by my fancy. If so, it will excite no surprize that

some of his lineaments were now discovered. Yet affinities were few and unconspicuous, and were lost

What conclusion could I form? Be the face human or not, the intimation was imparted from above.

Experience had evinced the benignity of that being who gave it. Once he had interposed to shield me from

harm, and subsequent events demonstrated the usefulness of that interposition. Now was I again warned to

forbear. I was hurrying to the verge of the same gulf, and the same power was exerted to recall my steps. Was

it possible for me not to obey? Was I capable of holding on in the same perilous career? Yes. Even of this I

The intimation was imperfect: it gave no form to my danger, and prescribed no limits to my caution. I had

formerly neglected it, and yet escaped. Might I not trust to the same issue? This idea might possess, though

imperceptibly, some influence. I persisted; but it was not merely on this account. I cannot delineate the

motives that led me on. I now speak as if no remnant of doubt existed in my mind as to the supernal origin of

these sounds; but this is owing to the imperfection of my language, for I only mean that the belief was more

permanent, and visited more frequently my sober meditations than its opposite. The immediate effects served

only to undermine the foundations of my judgment and precipitate my resolutions.

I must either advance or return. I chose the former, and began to ascend the stairs. The silence underwent no

second interruption. My chamber door was closed, but unlocked, and, aided by vehement efforts of my

No hideous or uncommon object was discernible. The danger, indeed, might easily have lurked out of sight,

have sprung upon me as I entered, and have rent me with his iron talons; but I was blind to this fate, and

Still every thing wore its accustomed aspect. Neither lamp nor candle was to be found. Now, for the first

time, suspicions were suggested as to the nature of the light which I had seen. Was it possible to have been

the companion of that supernatural visage; a meteorous refulgence producible at the will of him to whom that

visage belonged, and partaking of the nature of that which accompanied my father's death?

The closet was near, and I remembered the complicated horrors of which it had been productive. Here,

perhaps, was inclosed the source of my peril, and the gratification of my curiosity. Should I adventure once

more to explore its recesses? This was a resolution not easily formed. I was suspended in thought: when

glancing my eye on a table, I perceived a written paper. Carwin's hand was instantly recognized, and

"There was folly in expecting your compliance with my invitation. Judge how I was disappointed in finding

another in your place. I have waited, but to wait any longer would be perilous. I shall still seek an interview,

but it must be at a different time and place: meanwhile, I will write thisHow will you bearHow

inexplicable will be this transaction!An event so unexpecteda sight so horrible!"

Such was this abrupt and unsatisfactory script. The ink was yet moist, the hand was that of Carwin. Hence it

was to be inferred that he had this moment left the apartment, or was still in it. I looked back, on the sudden

What other did he mean? What transaction had taken place adverse to my expectations? What sight was about

to be exhibited? I looked around me once more, but saw nothing which indicated strangeness. Again I

remembered the closet, and was resolved to seek in that the solution of these mysteries. Here, perhaps, was

I have already said, that the entrance into this closet was beside my bed, which, on two sides, was closely

shrowded by curtains. On that side nearest the closet, the curtain was raised. As I passed along I cast my eye

thither. I started, and looked again. I bore a light in my hand, and brought it nearer my eyes, in order to dispel

any illusive mists that might have hovered before them. Once more I fixed my eyes upon the bed, in hope that

this more stedfast scrutiny would annihilate the object which before seemed to be there.

This then was the sight which Carwin had predicted! This was the event which my understanding was to find

inexplicable! This was the fate which had been reserved for me, but which, by some untoward chance, had

I had not been terrified by empty menaces. Violation and death awaited my entrance into this chamber. Some

inscrutable chance had led HER hither before me, and the merciless fangs of which I was designed to be the

prey, had mistaken their victim, and had fixed themselves in HER heart. But where was my safety? Was the

mischief exhausted or flown? The steps of the assassin had just been here; they could not be far off; in a

moment he would rush into my presence, and I should perish under the same polluting and suffocating grasp!

My frame shook, and my knees were unable to support me. I gazed alternately at the closet door and at the

door of my room. At one of these avenues would enter the exterminator of my honor and my life. I was

prepared for defence; but now that danger was imminent, my means of defence, and my power to use them

were gone. I was not qualified, by education and experience, to encounter perils like these: or, perhaps, I was

powerless because I was again assaulted by surprize, and had not fortified my mind by foresight and previous

Fears for my own safety again yielded place to reflections on the scene before me. I fixed my eyes upon her

countenance. My sister's wellknown and beloved features could not be concealed by convulsion or

lividness. What direful illusion led thee hither? Bereft of thee, what hold on happiness remains to thy

offspring and thy spouse? To lose thee by a common fate would have been sufficiently hard; but thus

suddenly to perishto become the prey of this ghastly death! How will a spectacle like this be endured by

Wieland? To die beneath his grasp would not satisfy thy enemy. This was mercy to the evils which he

previously made thee suffer! After these evils death was a boon which thou besoughtest him to grant. He

entertained no enmity against thee: I was the object of his treason; but by some tremendous mistake his fury

was misplaced. But how comest thou hither? and where was Wieland in thy hour of distress?

I approached the corpse: I lifted the still flexible hand, and kissed the lips which were breathless. Her flowing

drapery was discomposed. I restored it to order, and seating myself on the bed, again fixed stedfast eyes upon

her countenance. I cannot distinctly recollect the ruminations of that moment. I saw confusedly, but forcibly,

that every hope was extinguished with the life of CATHARINE. All happiness and dignity must henceforth

be banished from the house and name of Wieland: all that remained was to linger out in agonies a short

existence; and leave to the world a monument of blasted hopes and changeable fortune. Pleyel was already

lost to me; yet, while Catharine lived life was not a detestable possession: but now, severed from the

companion of my infancy, the partaker of all my thoughts, my cares, and my wishes, I was like one set afloat

upon a stormy sea, and hanging his safety upon a plank; night was closing upon him, and an unexpected

I had no inclination nor power to move from this spot. For more than an hour, my faculties and limbs seemed

to be deprived of all activity. The door below creaked on its hinges, and steps ascended the stairs. My

wandering and confused thoughts were instantly recalled by these sounds, and dropping the curtain of the

bed, I moved to a part of the room where any one who entered should be visible; such are the vibrations of

sentiment, that notwithstanding the seeming fulfilment of my fears, and increase of my danger, I was

At length he entered the apartment, and I recognized my brother. It was the same Wieland whom I had ever

seen. Yet his features were pervaded by a new expression. I supposed him unacquainted with the fate of his

wife, and his appearance confirmed this persuasion. A brow expanding into exultation I had hitherto never

seen in him, yet such a brow did he now wear. Not only was he unapprized of the disaster that had happened,

but some joyous occurrence had betided. What a reverse was preparing to annihilate his transitory bliss! No

husband ever doated more fondly, for no wife ever claimed so boundless a devotion. I was not uncertain as to

the effects to flow from the discovery of her fate. I confided not at all in the efforts of his reason or his piety.

There were few evils which his modes of thinking would not disarm of their sting; but here, all opiates to

grief, and all compellers of patience were vain. This spectacle would be unavoidably followed by the

For the present, I neglected to ask myself what motive brought him hither. I was only fearful of the effects to

flow from the sight of the dead. Yet could it be long concealed from him? Some time and speedily he would

obtain this knowledge. No stratagems could considerably or usefully prolong his ignorance. All that could be

sought was to take away the abruptness of the change, and shut out the confusion of despair, and the inroads

of madness: but I knew my brother, and knew that all exertions to console him would be fruitless.

What could I say? I was mute, and poured forth those tears on his account, which my own unhappiness had

been unable to extort. In the midst of my tears, I was not unobservant of his motions. These were of a nature

to rouse some other sentiment than grief or, at least, to mix with it a portion of astonishment.

His countenance suddenly became troubled. His hands were clasped with a force that left the print of his nails

in his flesh. His eyes were fixed on my feet. His brain seemed to swell beyond its continent. He did not cease

to breathe, but his breath was stifled into groans. I had never witnessed the hurricane of human passions. My

element had, till lately, been all sunshine and calm. I was unconversant with the altitudes and energies of

sentiment, and was transfixed with inexplicable horror by the symptoms which I now beheld.

After a silence and a conflict which I could not interpret, he lifted his eyes to heaven, and in broken accents

exclaimed, "This is too much! Any victim but this, and thy will be done. Have I not sufficiently attested my

faith and my obedience? She that is gone, they that have perished, were linked with my soul by ties which

only thy command would have broken; but here is sanctity and excellence surpassing human. This

Here suddenly unclasping his hands, he struck one of them against his forehead, and continued"Wretch!

who made thee quicksighted in the councils of thy Maker? Deliverance from mortal fetters is awarded to this

So saying, Wieland advanced towards me. His words and his motions were without meaning, except on one

supposition. The death of Catharine was already known to him, and that knowledge, as might have been

suspected, had destroyed his reason. I had feared nothing less; but now that I beheld the extinction of a mind

the most luminous and penetrating that ever dignified the human form, my sensations were fraught with new

I had not time to reflect in what way my own safety would be effected by this revolution, or what I had to

dread from the wild conceptions of a madman. He advanced towards me. Some hollow noises were wafted by

the breeze. Confused clamours were succeeded by many feet traversing the grass, and then crowding intO the

These sounds suspended my brother's purpose, and he stood to listen. The signals multiplied and grew louder;

perceiving this, he turned from me, and hurried out of my sight. All about me was pregnant with motives to

astonishment. My sister's corpse, Wieland's frantic demeanour, and, at length, this crowd of visitants so little

accorded with my foresight, that my mental progress was stopped. The impulse had ceased which was

Footsteps thronged upon the stairs, and presently many faces shewed themselves within the door of my

apartment. These looks were full of alarm and watchfulness. They pryed into corners as if in search of some

fugitive; next their gaze was fixed upon me, and betokened all the vehemence of terror and pity. For a time I

questioned whether these were not shapes and faces like that which I had seen at the bottom of the stairs,

My eye wandered from one to another, till at length it fell on a countenance which I well knew. It was that of

Mr. Hallet. This man was a distant kinsman of my mother, venerable for his age, his uprightness, and

sagacity. He had long discharged the functions of a magistrate and good citizen. If any terrors remained, his

He approached, took my hand with a compassionate air, and said in a low voice, "Where, my dear Clara, are

your brother and sister?" I made no answer, but pointed to the bed. His attendants drew aside the curtain, and

while their eyes glared with horror at the spectacle which they beheld, those of Mr. Hallet overflowed with

After considerable pause, he once more turned to me. "My dear girl, this sight is not for you. Can you confide

in my care, and that of Mrs. Baynton's? We will see performed all that circumstances require."

I made strenuous opposition to this request. I insisted on remaining near her till she were interred. His

remonstrances, however, and my own feelings, shewed me the propriety of a temporary dereliction. Louisa

stood in need of a comforter, and my brother's children of a nurse. My unhappy brother was himself an object

of solicitude and care. At length, I consented to relinquish the corpse, and go to my brother's, whose house, I

During this discourse, my venerable friend struggled with his tears, but my last intimation called them forth

with fresh violence. Meanwhile, his attendants stood round in mournful silence, gazing on me and at each

other. I repeated my resolution, and rose to execute it; but he took my hand to detain me. His countenance

betrayed irresolution and reluctance. I requested him to state the reason of his opposition to this measure. I

entreated him to be explicit. I told him that my brother had just been there, and that I knew his condition. This

misfortune had driven him to madness, and his offspring must not want a protector. If he chose, I would

resign Wieland to his care; but his innocent and helpless babes stood in instant need of nurse and mother, and

Every word that I uttered seemed to augment his perplexity and distress. At last he said, "I think, Clara, I

have entitled myself to some regard from you. You have professed your willingness to oblige me. Now I call

upon you to confer upon me the highest obligation in your power. Permit Mrs. Baynton to have the

management of your brother's house for two or three days; then it shall be yours to act in it as you please. No

matter what are my motives in making this request: perhaps I think your age, your sex, or the distress which

this disaster must occasion, incapacitates you for the office. Surely you have no doubt of Mrs. Baynton's

tenderness or discretion." New ideas now rushed into my mind. I fixed my eyes stedfastly on Mr. Hallet. "Are

they well?" said I. "Is Louisa well? Are Benjamin, and William, and Constantine, and Little Clara, are they

"Fear no effeminate weakness in me: I can bear to hear the truth. Tell me truly, are they well?"

"What then," resumed I, "do you fear? Is it possible for any calamity to disqualify me for performing my duty

to these helpless innocents? I am willing to divide the care of them with Mrs. Baynton; I shall be grateful for

her sympathy and aid; but what should I be to desert them at an hour like this!"

I will cut short this distressful dialogue. I still persisted in my purpose, and he still persisted in his opposition.

This excited my suspicions anew; but these were removed by solemn declarations of their safety. I could not

explain this conduct in my friend; but at length consented to go to the city, provided I should see them for a

Even this arrangement was objected to. At length he told me they were removed to the city. Why were they

removed, I asked, and whither? My importunities would not now be eluded. My suspicions were roused, and

no evasion or artifice was sufficient to allay them. Many of the audience began to give vent to their emotions

in tears. Mr. Hallet himself seemed as if the conflict were too hard to be longer sustained. Something

whispered to my heart that havoc had been wider than I now witnessed. I suspected this concealment to arise

from apprehensions of the effects which a knowledge of the truth would produce in me. I once more entreated

him to inform me truly of their state. To enforce my entreaties, I put on an air of insensibility. "I can guess,"

said I, "what has happenedThey are indeed beyond the reach of injury, for they are dead! Is it not so?" My

"Yes," said he, "they are dead! Dead by the same fate, and by the same hand, with their mother!"

Allow me, my friends, to close my eyes upon the afterscene. Why should I protract a tale which I already

begin to feel is too long? Over this scene at least let me pass lightly. Here, indeed, my narrative would be

imperfect. All was tempestuous commotion in my heart and in my brain. I have no memory for ought but

unconscious transitions and rueful sights. I was ingenious and indefatigable in the invention of torments. I

would not dispense with any spectacle adapted to exasperate my grief. Each pale and mangled form I crushed

to my bosom. Louisa, whom I loved with so ineffable a passion, was denied to me at first, but my obstinacy

They led the way into a darkened hall. A lamp pendant from the ceiling was uncovered, and they pointed to a

table. The assassin had defrauded me of my last and miserable consolation. I sought not in her visage, for the

tinge of the morning, and the lustre of heaven. These had vanished with life; but I hoped for liberty to print a

last kiss upon her lips. This was denied me; for such had been the merciless blow that destroyed her, that not

I was carried hence to the city. Mrs. Hallet was my companion and my nurse. Why should I dwell upon the

rage of fever, and the effusions of delirium? Carwin was the phantom that pursued my dreams, the giant

oppressor under whose arm I was for ever on the point of being crushed. Strenuous muscles were required to

hinder my flight, and hearts of steel to withstand the eloquence of my fears. In vain I called upon them to

look upward, to mark his sparkling rage and scowling contempt. All I sought was to fly from the stroke that

was lifted. Then I heaped upon my guards the most vehement reproaches, or betook myself to wailings on the

This malady, at length, declined, and my weeping friends began to look for my restoration. Slowly, and with

intermitted beams, memory revisited me. The scenes that I had witnessed were revived, became the theme of

deliberation and deduction, and called forth the effusions of more rational sorrow.

I had imperfectly recovered my strength, when I was informed of the arrival of my mother's brother, Thomas

Cambridge. Ten years since, he went to Europe, and was a surgeon in the British forces in Germany, during

the whole of the late war. After its conclusion, some connection that he had formed with an Irish officer,

made him retire into Ireland. Intercourse had been punctually maintained by letters with his sister's children,

and hopes were given that he would shortly return to his native country, and pass his old age in our society.

I desired an interview with him for numerous and urgent reasons. With the first returns of my understanding I

had anxiously sought information of the fate of my brother. During the course of my disease I had never seen

him; and vague and unsatisfactory answers were returned to all my inquires. I had vehemently interrogated

Mrs. Hallet and her husband, and solicited an interview with this unfortunate man; but they mysteriously

insinuated that his reason was still unsettled, and that his circumstances rendered an interview impossible.

Their reserve on the particulars of this destruction, and the author of it, was equally invincible.

For some time, finding all my efforts fruitless, I had desisted from direct inquiries and solicitations,

determined, as soon as my strength was sufficiently renewed, to pursue other means of dispelling my

uncertainty. In this state of things my uncle's arrival and intention to visit me were announced. I almost

shuddered to behold the face of this man. When I reflected on the disasters that had befallen us, I was half

unwilling to witness that dejection and grief which would be disclosed in his countenance. But I believed that

all transactions had been thoroughly disclosed to him, and confided in my importunity to extort from him the

I had no doubt as to the person of our enemy; but the motives that urged him to perpetrate these horrors, the

means that he used, and his present condition, were totally unknown. It was reasonable to expect some

information on this head, from my uncle. I therefore waited his coming with impatience. At length, in the

This man was our nearest relation, and had ever treated us with the affection of a parent. Our meeting,

therefore, could not be without overflowing tenderness and gloomy joy. He rather encouraged than restrained

the tears that I poured out in his arms, and took upon himself the task of comforter. Allusions to recent

disasters could not be long omitted. One topic facilitated the admission of another. At length, I mentioned and

deplored the ignorance in which I had been kept respecting my brother's destiny, and the circumstances of our

misfortunes. I entreated him to tell me what was Wieland's condition, and what progress had been made in

"Alas!" I answered, "I am too well acquainted with him. The story of the grounds of my suspicions would be

painful and too long. I am not apprized of the extent of your present knowledge. There are none but Wieland,

"Spare yourself the pain," said he. "All that Wieland and Pleyel can communicate, I know already. If any

thing of moment has fallen within your own exclusive knowledge, and the relation be not too arduous for

your present strength, I confess I am desirous of hearing it. Perhaps you allude to one by the name of Carwin.

I will anticipate your curiosity by saying, that since these disasters, no one has seen or heard of him. His

I readily complied with his request, and related as distinctly as I could, though in general terms, the events

transacted in the summerhouse and my chamber. He listened without apparent surprize to the tale of Pleyel's

errors and suspicions, and with augmented seriousness, to my narrative of the warnings and inexplicable

"You gather from this," said he, "that Carwin is the author of all this misery."

"Is it not," answered I, "an unavoidable inference? But what know you respecting it? Was it possible to

execute this mischief without witness or coadjutor? I beseech you to relate to me, when and why Mr. Hallet

was summoned to the scene, and by whom this disaster was first suspected or discovered. Surely, suspicion

My uncle rose from his seat, and traversed the floor with hasty steps. His eyes were fixed upon the ground,

and he seemed buried in perplexity. At length he paused, and said with an emphatic tone, "It is true; the

instrument is known. Carwin may have plotted, but the execution was another's. That other is found, and his

"Good heaven!" I exclaimed, "what say you? Was not Carwin the assassin? Could any hand but his have

"Have I not said," returned he, "that the performance was another's? Carwin, perhaps, or heaven, or insanity,

prompted the murderer; but Carwin is unknown. The actual performer has, long since, been called to

judgment and convicted, and is, at this moment, at the bottom of a dungeon loaded with chains."

I lifted my hands and eyes. "Who then is this assassin? By what means, and whither was he traced? What is

"His own, corroborated with that of a servantmaid who spied the murder of the children from a closet where

she was concealed. The magistrate returned from your dwelling to your brother's. He was employed in

hearing and recording the testimony of the only witness, when the criminal himself, unexpected, unsolicited,

unsought, entered the hall, acknowledged his guilt, and rendered himself up to justice.

"He has since been summoned to the bar. The audience was composed of thousands whom rumours of this

wonderful event had attracted from the greatest distance. A long and impartial examination was made, and

the prisoner was called upon for his defence. In compliance with this call he delivered an ample relation of

I besought him to say who this criminal was, and what the instigations that compelled him. My uncle was

silent. I urged this inquiry with new force. I reverted to my own knowledge, and sought in this some basis to

conjecture. I ran over the scanty catalogue of the men whom I knew; I lighted on no one who was qualified

for ministering to malice like this. Again I resorted to importunity. Had I ever seen the criminal? Was it sheer

He surveyed me, for a considerable time, and listened to my interrogations in silence. At length he spoke:

"Clara, I have known thee by report, and in some degree by observation. Thou art a being of no vulgar sort.

Thy friends have hitherto treated thee as a child. They meant well, but, perhaps, they were unacquainted with

"Thou art anxious to know the destroyer of thy family, his actions, and his motives. Shall I call him to thy

presence, and permit him to confess before thee? Shall I make him the narrator of his own tale?"

I started on my feet, and looked round me with fearful glances, as if the murderer was close at hand. "What

"Be not alarmed; you will never more behold the face of this criminal, unless he be gifted with supernatural

strength, and sever like threads the constraint of links and bolts. I have said that the assassin was arraigned at

the bar, and that the trial ended with a summons from the judge to confess or to vindicate his actions. A reply

was immediately made with significance of gesture, and a tranquil majesty, which denoted less of humanity

than godhead. Judges, advocates and auditors were panicstruck and breathless with attention. One of the

hearers faithfully recorded the speech. There it is," continued he, putting a roll of papers in my hand, "you

With these words my uncle left me alone. My curiosity refused me a moment's delay. I opened the papers,

"Theodore Wieland, the prisoner at the bar, was now called upon for his defence. He looked around him for

"It is strange; I am known to my judges and my auditors. Who is there present a stranger to the character of

Wieland? who knows him not as an husbandas a fatheras a friend? yet here am I arraigned as criminal. I

am charged with diabolical malice; I am accused of the murder of my wife and my children!

"It is true, they were slain by me; they all perished by my hand. The task of vindication is ignoble. What is it

"You know that they are dead, and that they were killed by me. What more would you have? Would you

extort from me a statement of my motives? Have you failed to discover them already? You charge me with

malice; but your eyes are not shut; your reason is still vigorous; your memory has not forsaken you. You

know whom it is that you thus charge. The habits of his life are known to you; his treatment of his wife and

his offspring is known to you; the soundness of his integrity, and the unchangeableness of his principles, are

familiar to your apprehension; yet you persist in this charge! You lead me hither manacled as a felon; you

"Who are they whom I have devoted to death? My wifethe little ones, that drew their being from methat

creature who, as she surpassed them in excellence, claimed a larger affection than those whom natural

affinities bound to my heart. Think ye that malice could have urged me to this deed? Hide your audacious

fronts from the scrutiny of heaven. Take refuge in some cavern unvisited by human eyes. Ye may deplore

"Think not that I speak for your sakes. Hug to your hearts this detestable infatuation. Deem me still a

murderer, and drag me to untimely death. I make not an effort to dispel your illusion: I utter not a word to

cure you of your sanguinary folly: but there are probably some in this assembly who have come from far: for

their sakes, whose distance has disabled them from knowing me, I will tell what I have done, and why.

"It is needless to say that God is the object of my supreme passion. I have cherished, in his presence, a single

and upright heart. I have thirsted for the knowledge of his will. I have burnt with ardour to approve my faith

"My days have been spent in searching for the revelation of that will; but my days have been mournful,

because my search failed. I solicited direction: I turned on every side where glimmerings of light could be

discovered. I have not been wholly uninformed; but my knowledge has always stopped short of certainty.

Dissatisfaction has insinuated itself into all my thoughts. My purposes have been pure; my wishes

indefatigable; but not till lately were these purposes thoroughly accomplished, and these wishes fully

"I thank thee, my father, for thy bounty; that thou didst not ask a less sacrifice than this; that thou placedst me

in a condition to testify my submission to thy will! What have I withheld which it was thy pleasure to exact?

Now may I, with dauntless and erect eye, claim my reward, since I have given thee the treasure of my soul.

"I was at my own house: it was late in the evening: my sister had gone to the city, but proposed to return. It

was in expectation of her return that my wife and I delayed going to bed beyond the usual hour; the rest of the

"My mind was contemplative and calm; not wholly devoid of apprehension on account of my sister's safety.

Recent events, not easily explained, had suggested the existence of some danger; but this danger was without

"Time passed, and my sister did not arrive; her house is at some distance from mine, and though her

arrangements had been made with a view to residing with us, it was possible that, through forgetfulness, or

"Hence it was conceived proper that I should ascertain the truth by going thither. I went. On my way my

mind was full of these ideas which related to my intellectual condition. In the torrent of fervid conceptions, I

lost sight of my purpose. Some times I stood still; some times I wandered from my path, and experienced

"The series of my thoughts is easily traced. At first every vein beat with raptures known only to the man

whose parental and conjugal love is without limits, and the cup of whose desires, immense as it is, overflows

with gratification. I know not why emotions that were perpetual visitants should now have recurred with

unusual energy. The transition was not new from sensations of joy to a consciousness of gratitude. The author

of my being was likewise the dispenser of every gift with which that being was embellished. The service to

which a benefactor like this was entitled, could not be circumscribed. My social sentiments were indebted to

their alliance with devotion for all their value. All passions are base, all joys feeble, all energies malignant,

"For a time, my contemplations soared above earth and its inhabitants. I stretched forth my hands; I lifted my

eyes, and exclaimed, O! that I might be admitted to thy presence; that mine were the supreme delight of

knowing thy will, and of performing it! The blissful privilege of direct communication with thee, and of

"What task would I not undertake, what privation would I not cheerfully endure, to testify my love of thee?

Alas! thou hidest thyself from my view: glimpses only of thy excellence and beauty are afforded me. Would

that a momentary emanation from thy glory would visit me! that some unambiguous token of thy presence

"In this mood, I entered the house of my sister. It was vacant. Scarcely had I regained recollection of the

purpose that brought me hither. Thoughts of a different tendency had such absolute possession of my mind,

that the relations of time and space were almost obliterated from my understanding. These wanderings,

"I had no light, and might have known by external observation, that the house was without any inhabitant.

With this, however, I was not satisfied. I entered the room, and the object of my search not appearing, I

"The darkness required some caution in descending the stair. I stretched my hand to seize the balustrade by

which I might regulate my steps. How shall I describe the lustre, which, at that moment, burst upon my

"I was dazzled. My organs were bereaved of their activity. My eyelids were halfclosed, and my hands

withdrawn from the balustrade. A nameless fear chilled my veins, and I stood motionless. This irradiation did

not retire or lessen. It seemed as if some powerful effulgence covered me like a mantle.

"I opened my eyes and found all about me luminous and glowing. It was the element of heaven that flowed

around. Nothing but a fiery stream was at first visible; but, anon, a shrill voice from behind called upon me to

"I turned: It is forbidden to describe what I saw: Words, indeed, would be wanting to the task. The lineaments

of that being, whose veil was now lifted, and whose visage beamed upon my sight, no hues of pencil or of

"As it spoke, the accents thrilled to my heart. "Thy prayers are heard. In proof of thy faith, render me thy

wife. This is the victim I chuse. Call her hither, and here let her fall."The sound, and visage, and light

"What demand was this? The blood of Catharine was to be shed! My wife was to perish by my hand! I sought

opportunity to attest my virtue. Little did I expect that a proof like this would have been demanded.

"My wife! I exclaimed: O God! substitute some other victim. Make me not the butcher of my wife. My own

blood is cheap. This will I pour out before thee with a willing heart; but spare, I beseech thee, this precious

"In vain. The conditions were prescribed; the decree had gone forth, and nothing remained but to execute it. I

rushed out of the house and across the intermediate fields, and stopped not till I entered my own parlour.

"My wife had remained here during my absence, in anxious expectation of my return with some tidings of her

sister. I had none to communicate. For a time, I was breathless with my speed: This, and the tremors that

shook my frame, and the wildness of my looks, alarmed her. She immediately suspected some disaster to

have happened to her friend, and her own speech was as much overpowered by emotion as mine.

"She was silent, but her looks manifested her impatience to hear what I had to communicate. I spoke, but with

so much precipitation as scarcely to be understood; catching her, at the same time, by the arm, and forcibly

"Come along with me: fly: waste not a moment: time will be lost, and the deed will be omitted. Tarry not;

"This deportment added afresh to her alarms. Her eyes pursued mine, and she said, "What is the matter? For

"My eyes were fixed upon her countenance while she spoke. I thought upon her virtues; I viewed her as the

mother of my babes: as my wife: I recalled the purpose for which I thus urged her attendance. My heart

faltered, and I saw that I must rouse to this work all my faculties. The danger of the least delay was imminent.

"I looked away from her, and again exerting my force, drew her towards the door'You must go with

"In her fright she halfresisted my efforts, and again exclaimed, 'Good heaven! what is it you mean? Where

"Follow me, and you will see," I answered, still urging her reluctant steps forward.

"What phrenzy has seized you? Something must needs have happened. Is she sick? Have you found her?"

"Still she expostulated and besought me to explain this mysterious behaviour. I could not trust myself to

answer her; to look at her; but grasping her arm, I drew her after me. She hesitated, rather through confusion

of mind than from unwillingness to accompany me. This confusion gradually abated, and she moved forward,

but with irresolute footsteps, and continual exclamations of wonder and terror. Her interrogations Of "what

"It was the scope of my efforts not to think; to keep up a conflict and uproar in my mind in which all order

and distinctness should be lost; to escape from the sensations produced by her voice. I was, therefore, silent. I

strove to abridge this interval by my haste, and to waste all my attention in furious gesticulations.

"In this state of mind we reached my sister's door. She looked at the windows and saw that all was

"Still I was dumb; but opening the door, I drew her into the entry. This was the allotted scene: here she was to

fall. I let go her hand, and pressing my palms against my forehead, made one mighty effort to work up my

"In vain; it would not be; my courage was appalled; my arms nerveless: I muttered prayers that my strength

"Horror diffused itself over me. This conviction of my cowardice, my rebellion, fastened upon me, and I

stood rigid and cold as marble. From this state I was somewhat relieved by my wife's voice, who renewed her

supplications to be told why we came hither, and what was the fate of my sister.

"What could I answer? My words were broken and inarticulate. Her fears naturally acquired force from the

observation of these symptoms; but these fears were misplaced. The only inference she deduced from my

"She wrung her hands, and exclaimed in an agony, "O tell me, where is she? What has become of her? Is she

"This proposal set my thoughts once more in motion. Perhaps what my rebellious heart refused to perform

"Fly then and procure it; but I charge you, linger not. I will await for your return.

"While she was gone, I strode along the entry. The fellness of a gloomy hurricane but faintly resembled the

discord that reigned in my mind. To omit this sacrifice must not be; yet my sinews had refused to perform it.

No alternative was offered. To rebel against the mandate was impossible; but obedience would render me the

"She returned with a light; I led the way to the chamber; she looked round her; she lifted the curtain of the

"At length, she fixed inquiring eyes upon me. The light now enabled her to discover in my visage what

darkness had hitherto concealed. Her cares were now transferred from my sister to myself, and she said in a

tremulous voice, "Wieland! you are not well: What ails you? Can I do nothing for you?"

"That accents and looks so winning should disarm me of my resolution, was to be expected. My thoughts

were thrown anew into anarchy. I spread my hand before my eyes that I might not see her, and answered only

by groans. She took my other hand between her's, and pressing it to her heart, spoke with that voice which

"My friend! my soul's friend! tell me thy cause of grief. Do I not merit to partake with thee in thy cares? Am I

"This was too much. I broke from her embrace, and retired to a corner of the room. In this pause, courage was

once more infused into me. I resolved to execute my duty. She followed me, and renewed her passionate

"I raised my head and regarded her with stedfast looks. I muttered something about death, and the injunctions

of my duty. At these words she shrunk back, and looked at me with a new expression of anguish. After a

"O Wieland! Wieland! God grant that I am mistaken; but surely something is wrong. I see it: it is too plain:

thou art undonelost to me and to thyself." At the same time she gazed on my features with intensest

anxiety, in hope that different symptoms would take place. I replied to her with vehemence

"Undone! No; my duty is known, and I thank my God that my cowardice is now vanquished, and I have

power to fulfil it. Catharine! I pity the weakness of thy nature: I pity thee, but must not spare. Thy life is

"Fear was now added to her grief. 'What mean you? Why talk you of death? Bethink yourself, Wieland:

bethink yourself, and this fit will pass. O why came I hither! Why did you drag me hither?'

"I brought thee hither to fulfil a divine command. I am appointed thy destroyer, and destroy thee I must."

Saying this I seized her wrists. She shrieked aloud, and endeavoured to free herself from my grasp; but her

"Surely, surely Wieland, thou dost not mean it. Am I not thy wife? and wouldst thou kill me? Thou wilt not;

and yetI seethou art Wieland no longer! A fury resistless and horrible possesses theeSpare

"Till her breath was stopped she shrieked for helpfor mercy. When she could speak no longer, her

gestures, her looks appealed to my compassion. My accursed hand was irresolute and tremulous. I meant thy

death to be sudden, thy struggles to be brief. Alas! my heart was infirm; my resolves mutable. Thrice I

slackened my grasp, and life kept its hold, though in the midst of pangs. Her eyeballs started from their

sockets. Grimness and distortion took place of all that used to bewitch me into transport, and subdue me into

"I was commissioned to kill thee, but not to torment thee with the foresight of thy death; not to multiply thy

fears, and prolong thy agonies. Haggard, and pale, and lifeless, at length thou ceasedst to contend with thy

"This was a moment of triumph. Thus had I successfully subdued the stubbornness of human passions: the

"I lifted the corpse in my arms and laid it on the bed. I gazed upon it with delight. Such was the elation of my

thoughts, that I even broke into laughter. I clapped my hands and exclaimed, 'It is done! My sacred duty is

fulfilled! To that I have sacrificed, O my God! thy last and best gift, my wife!'

"For a while I thus soared above frailty. I imagined I had set myself forever beyond the reach of selfishness;

but my imaginations were false. This rapture quickly subsided. I looked again at my wife. My joyous

ebullitions vanished, and I asked myself who it was whom I saw? Methought it could not be Catharine. It

could not be the woman who had lodged for years in my heart; who had slept, nightly, in my bosom; who had

borne in her womb, who had fostered at her breast, the beings who called me father; whom I had watched

with delight, and cherished with a fondness ever new and perpetually growing: it could not be the same.

"Where was her bloom! These deadly and bloodsuffused orbs but ill resemble the azure and exstatic

tenderness of her eyes. The lucid stream that meandered over that bosom, the glow of love that was wont to

sit upon that cheek, are much unlike these livid stains and this hideous deformity. Alas! these were the traces

"I will not dwell upon my lapse into desperate and outrageous sorrow. The breath of heaven that sustained me

was withdrawn and I sunk into MERE MAN. I leaped from the floor: I dashed my head against the wall: I

uttered screams of horror: I panted after torment and pain. Eternal fire, and the bickerings of hell, compared

"I thank my God that this degeneracy was transient, that he deigned once more to raise me aloft. I thought

upon what I had done as a sacrifice to duty, and WAS CALM. My wife was dead; but I reflected, that though

this source of human consolation was closed, yet others were still open. If the transports of an husband were

no more, the feelings of a father had still scope for exercise. When remembrance of their mother should

"While I revolved these ideas, new warmth flowed in upon my heartI was wrong. These feelings were the

growth of selfishness. Of this I was not aware, and to dispel the mist that obscured my perceptions, a new

"From these thoughts I was recalled by a ray that was shot into the room. A voice spake like that which I had

before heard'Thou hast done well; but all is not donethe sacrifice is incompletethy children must be

Will you wonder that I read no farther? Will you not rather be astonished that I read thus far? What power

supported me through such a task I know not. Perhaps the doubt from which I could not disengage my mind,

that the scene here depicted was a dream, contributed to my perseverance. In vain the solemn introduction of

my uncle, his appeals to my fortitude, and allusions to something monstrous in the events he was about to

disclose; in vain the distressful perplexity, the mysterious silence and ambiguous answers of my attendants,

especially when the condition of my brother was the theme of my inquiries, were remembered. I recalled the

interview with Wieland in my chamber, his preternatural tranquillity succeeded by bursts of passion and

Catharine and her children, and Louisa were dead. The act that destroyed them was, in the highest degree,

Who was the performer of the deed? Wieland! My brother! The husband and the father! That man of gentle

virtues and invincible benignity! placable and mildan idolator of peace! Surely, said I, it is a dream. For

many days have I been vexed with frenzy. Its dominion is still felt; but new forms are called up to diversify

The paper dropped from my hand, and my eyes followed it. I shrunk back, as if to avoid some petrifying

influence that approached me. My tongue was mute; all the functions of nature were at a stand, and I sunk

upon the floor lifeless. The noise of my fall, as I afterwards heard, alarmed my uncle, who was in a lower

apartment, and whose apprehensions had detained him. He hastened to my chamber, and administered the

assistance which my condition required. When I opened my eyes I beheld him before me. His skill as a

reasoner as well as a physician, was exerted to obviate the injurious effects of this disclosure; but he had

wrongly estimated the strength of my body or of my mind. This new shock brought me once more to the

brink of the grave, and my malady was much more difficult to subdue than at first.

I will not dwell upon the long train of dreary sensations, and the hideous confusion of my understanding.

Time slowly restored its customary firmness to my frame, and order to my thoughts. The images impressed

upon my mind by this fatal paper were somewhat effaced by my malady. They were obscure and disjointed

like the parts of a dream. I was desirous of freeing my imagination from this chaos. For this end I questioned

my uncle, who was my constant companion. He was intimidated by the issue of his first experiment, and took

pains to elude or discourage my inquiry. My impetuosity some times compelled him to have resort to

Time effected that end, perhaps, in a more beneficial manner. In the course of my meditations the

recollections of the past gradually became more distinct. I revolved them, however, in silence, and being no

longer accompanied with surprize, they did not exercise a deathdealing power. I had discontinued the

perusal of the paper in the midst of the narrative; but what I read, combined with information elsewhere

obtained, threw, perhaps, a sufficient light upon these detestable transactions; yet my curiosity was not

My eagerness to know the particulars of this tale was mingled and abated by my antipathy to the scene which

would be disclosed. Hence I employed no means to effect my purpose. I desired knowledge, and, at the same

One morning, being left alone, I rose from my bed, and went to a drawer where my finer clothing used to be

kept. I opened it, and this fatal paper saluted my sight. I snatched it involuntarily, and withdrew to a chair. I

debated, for a few minutes, whether I should open and read. Now that my fortitude was put to trial, it failed. I

felt myself incapable of deliberately surveying a scene of so much horror. I was prompted to return it to its

place, but this resolution gave way, and I determined to peruse some part of it. I turned over the leaves till I

came near the conclusion. The narrative of the criminal was finished. The verdict of GUILTY reluctantly

pronounced by the jury, and the accused interrogated why sentence of death should not pass. The answer was

"No. I have nothing to say. My tale has been told. My motives have been truly stated. If my judges are unable

to discern the purity of my intentions, or to credit the statement of them, which I have just made; if they see

not that my deed was enjoined by heaven; that obedience was the test of perfect virtue, and the extinction of

"They refuse to credit my tale; they impute my acts to the influence of daemons; they account me an example

of the highest wickedness of which human nature is capable; they doom me to death and infamy. Have I

power to escape this evil? If I have, be sure I will exert it. I will not accept evil at their hand, when I am

"You say that I am guilty. Impious and rash! thus to usurp the prerogatives of your Maker! to set up your

"Thou, Omnipotent and Holy! Thou knowest that my actions were conformable to thy will. I know not what

is crime; what actions are evil in their ultimate and comprehensive tendency or what are good. Thy

knowledge, as thy power, is unlimited. I have taken thee for my guide, and cannot err. To the arms of thy

protection, I entrust my safety. In the awards of thy justice, I confide for my recompense.

"Come death when it will, I am safe. Let calumny and abhorrence pursue me among men; I shall not be

defrauded of my dues. The peace of virtue, and the glory of obedience, will be my portion hereafter."

Here ended the speaker. I withdrew my eyes from the page; but before I had time to reflect on what I had

read, Mr. Cambridge entered the room. He quickly perceived how I had been employed, and betrayed some

His fears, however, were superfluous. What I had read, threw me into a state not easily described. Anguish

and fury, however, had no part in it. My faculties were chained up in wonder and awe. Just then, I was unable

to speak. I looked at my friend with an air of inquisitiveness, and pointed at the roll. He comprehended my

inquiry, and answered me with looks of gloomy acquiescence. After some time, my thoughts found their way

Such then were the acts of my brother. Such were his words. For this he was condemned to die: To die upon

the gallows! A fate, cruel and unmerited! And is it so? continued I, struggling for utterance, which this new

"No. He is alive. There could be no doubt as to the cause of these excesses. They originated in sudden

madness; but that madness continues. and he is condemned to perpetual imprisonment."

"Madness, say you? Are you sure? Were not these sights, and these sounds, really seen and heard?"

My uncle was surprized at my question. He looked at me with apparent inquietude. "Can you doubt," said he,

"O no; I think it not. Heaven cannot stimulate to such unheardof outrage. The agent was not good, but evil."

"Nay, my dear girl," said my friend, "lay aside these fancies. Neither angel nor devil had any part in this

"You misunderstand me," I answered; "I believe the agency to be external and real, but not supernatural."

"Indeed!" said he, in an accent of surprize. "Whom do you then suppose to be the agent?"

"I know not. All is wildering conjecture. I cannot forget Carwin. I cannot banish the suspicion that he was the

setter of these snares. But how can we suppose it to be madness? Did insanity ever before assume this form?"

"Frequently. The illusion, in this case, was more dreadful in its consequences, than any that has come to my

knowledge; but, I repeat that similar illusions are not rare. Did you never hear of an instance which occurred

"No. I beseech you relate it. My grandfather's death I have understood to have been extraordinary, but I know

not in what respect. A brother, to whom he was much attached, died in his youth, and this, as I have heard,

influenced, in some remarkable way, the fate of my grandfather; but I am unacquainted with particulars."

"On the death of that brother," resumed my friend, "my father was seized with dejection, which was found to

flow from two sources. He not only grieved for the loss of a friend, but entertained the belief that his own

death would be inevitably consequent on that of his brother. He waited from day to day in expectation of the

stroke which he predicted was speedily to fall upon him. Gradually, however, he recovered his cheerfulness

and confidence. He married, and performed his part in the world with spirit and activity. At the end of

twentyone years it happened that he spent the summer with his family at an house which he possessed on

the sea coast in Cornwall. It was at no great distance from a cliff which overhung the ocean, and rose into the

air to a great height. The summit was level and secure, and easily ascended on the land side. The company

frequently repaired hither in clear weather, invited by its pure airs and extensive prospects. One evening in

June my father, with his wife and some friends, chanced to be on this spot. Every one was happy, and my

"Suddenly, however, his limbs trembled and his features betrayed alarm. He threw himself into the attitude of

one listening. He gazed earnestly in a direction in which nothing was visible to his friends. This lasted for a

minute; then turning to his companions, he told them that his brother had just delivered to him a summons,

which must be instantly obeyed. He then took an hasty and solemn leave of each person, and, before their

surprize would allow them to understand the scene, he rushed to the edge of the cliff, threw himself headlong,

"In the course of my practice in the German army, many cases, equally remarkable, have occurred.

Unquestionably the illusions were maniacal, though the vulgar thought otherwise. They are all reducible to

one class,* and are not more difficult of explication and cure than most affections of our frame."

This opinion my uncle endeavoured, by various means, to impress upon me. I listened to his reasonings and

illustrations with silent respect. My astonishment was great on finding proofs of an influence of which I had

supposed there were no examples; but I was far from accounting for appearances in my uncle's manner. Ideas

thronged into my mind which I was unable to disjoin or to regulate. I reflected that this madness, if madness

it were, had affected Pleyel and myself as well as Wieland. Pleyel had heard a mysterious voice. I had seen

and heard. A form had showed itself to me as well as to Wieland. The disclosure had been made in the same

spot. The appearance was equally complete and equally prodigious in both instances. Whatever supposition I

should adopt, had I not equal reason to tremble? What was my security against influences equally terrific and

It would be vain to attempt to describe the state of mind which this idea produced. I wondered at the change

which a moment had affected in my brother's condition. Now was I stupified with tenfold wonder in

contemplating myself. Was I not likewise transformed from rational and human into a creature of nameless

and fearful attributes? Was I not transported to the brink of the same abyss? Ere a new day should come, my

hands might be embrued in blood, and my remaining life be consigned to a dungeon and chains.

With moral sensibility like mine, no wonder that this new dread was more insupportable than the anguish I

had lately endured. Grief carries its own antidote along with it. When thought becomes merely a vehicle of

pain, its progress must be stopped. Death is a cure which nature or ourselves must administer: To this cure I

My silence could not conceal from my uncle the state of my thoughts. He made unwearied efforts to divert

my attention from views so pregnant with danger. His efforts, aided by time, were in some measure

successful. Confidence in the strength of my resolution, and in the healthful state of my faculties, was once

more revived. I was able to devote my thoughts to my brother's state, and the causes of this disasterous

My opinions were the sport of eternal change. Some times I conceived the apparition to be more than human.

I had no grounds on which to build a disbelief. I could not deny faith to the evidence of my religion; the

testimony of men was loud and unanimous: both these concurred to persuade me that evil spirits existed, and

These ideas connected themselves with the image of Carwin. Where is the proof, said I, that daemons may

not be subjected to the controul of men? This truth may be distorted and debased in the minds of the ignorant.

The dogmas of the vulgar, with regard to this subject, are glaringly absurd; but though these may justly be

neglected by the wise, we are scarcely justified in totally rejecting the possibility that men may obtain

The dreams of superstition are worthy of contempt. Witchcraft, its instruments and miracles, the compact

ratified by a bloody signature, the apparatus of sulpherous smells and thundering explosions, are monstrous

and chimerical. These have no part in the scene over which the genius of Carwin presides. That conscious

beings, dissimilar from human, but moral and voluntary agents as we are, some where exist, can scarcely be

denied. That their aid may be employed to benign or malignant purposes, cannot be disproved.

Darkness rests upon the designs of this man. The extent of his power is unknown; but is there not evidence

I recurred to my own experience. Here Carwin had actually appeared upon the stage; but this was in a human

character. A voice and a form were discovered; but one was apparently exerted, and the other disclosed, not

to befriend, but to counteract Carwin's designs. There were tokens of hostility, and not of alliance, between

them. Carwin was the miscreant whose projects were resisted by a minister of heaven. How can this be

reconciled to the stratagem which ruined my brother? There the agency was at once preternatural and

The recollection of this fact led my thoughts into a new channel. The malignity of that influence which

governed my brother had hitherto been no subject of doubt. His wife and children were destroyed; they had

expired in agony and fear; yet was it indisputably certain that their murderer was criminal? He was acquitted

at the tribunal of his own conscience; his behaviour at his trial and since, was faithfully reported to me;

appearances were uniform; not for a moment did he lay aside the majesty of virtue; he repelled all invectives

by appealing to the deity, and to the tenor of his past life; surely there was truth in this appeal: none but a

command from heaven could have swayed his will; and nothing but unerring proof of divine approbation

*Mania Mutabilis. See Darwin's Zoonomia, vol. ii. Class III. 1.2. where similar cases are stated.

Such, for some time, was the course of my meditations. My weakness, and my aversion to be pointed at as an

object of surprize or compassion, prevented me from going into public. I studiously avoided the visits of

those who came to express their sympathy, or gratify their curiosity. My uncle was my principal companion.

With regard to Pleyel, my feelings seemed to have undergone a total revolution. It often happens that one

passion supplants another. Late disasters had rent my heart, and now that the wound was in some degree

closed, the love which I had cherished for this man seemed likewise to have vanished.

Hitherto, indeed, I had had no cause for despair. I was innocent of that offence which had estranged him from

my presence. I might reasonably expect that my innocence would at some time be irresistably demonstrated,

and his affection for me be revived with his esteem. Now my aversion to be thought culpable by him

continued, but was unattended with the same impatience. I desired the removal of his suspicions, not for the

sake of regaining his love, but because I delighted in the veneration of so excellent a man, and because he

My uncle had early informed me that Pleyel and he had seen each other, since the return of the latter from

Europe. Amidst the topics of their conversation, I discovered that Pleyel had carefully omitted the mention of

those events which had drawn upon me so much abhorrence. I could not account for his silence on this

subject. Perhaps time or some new discovery had altered or shaken his opinion. Perhaps he was unwilling,

though I were guilty, to injure me in the opinion of my venerable kinsman. I understood that he had

frequently visited me during my disease, had watched many successive nights by my bedside, and manifested

The journey which he was preparing to take, at the termination of our last interview, the catastrophe of the

ensuing night induced him to delay. The motives of this journey I had, till now, totally mistaken. They were

explained to me by my uncle, whose tale excited my astonishment without awakening my regret. In a

different state of mind, it would have added unspeakably to my distress, but now it was more a source of

pleasure than pain. This, perhaps, is not the least extraordinary of the facts contained in this narrative. It will

excite less wonder when I add, that my indifference was temporary, and that the lapse of a few days shewed

Theresa de Stolberg was alive. She had conceived the resolution of seeking her lover in America. To conceal

her flight, she had caused the report of her death to be propagated. She put herself under the conduct of

Bertrand, the faithful servant of Pleyel. The pacquet which the latter received from the hands of his servant,

contained the tidings of her safe arrival at Boston, and to meet her there was the purpose of his journey.

This discovery had set this man's character in a new light. I had mistaken the heroism of friendship for the

phrenzy of love. He who had gained my affections, may be supposed to have previously entitled himself to

my reverence; but the levity which had formerly characterized the behaviour of this man, tended to obscure

the greatness of his sentiments. I did not fail to remark, that since this lady was still alive, the voice in the

temple which asserted her death, must either have been intended to deceive, or have been itself deceived. The

latter supposition was inconsistent with the notion of a spiritual, and the former with that of a benevolent

When my disease abated, Pleyel had forborne his visits, and had lately set out upon this journey. This

amounted to a proof that my guilt was still believed by him. I was grieved for his errors, but trusted that my

Meanwhile, tumultuous thoughts were again set afloat by a proposal made to me by my uncle. He imagined

that new airs would restore my languishing constitution, and a varied succession of objects tend to repair the

shock which my mind had received. For this end, he proposed to me to take up my abode with him in France

At a more prosperous period, this scheme would have pleased for its own sake. Now my heart sickened at the

prospect of nature. The world of man was shrowded in misery and blood, and constituted a loathsome

spectacle. I willingly closed my eyes in sleep, and regretted that the respite it afforded me was so short. I

marked with satisfaction the progress of decay in my frame, and consented to live, merely in the hope that the

course of nature would speedily relieve me from the burthen. Nevertheless, as he persisted in his scheme, I

concurred in it merely because he was entitled to my gratitude, and because my refusal gave him pain.

No sooner was he informed of my consent, than he told me I must make immediate preparation to embark, as

the ship in which he had engaged a passage would be ready to depart in three days. This expedition was

unexpected. There was an impatience in his manner when he urged the necessity of dispatch that excited my

surprize. When I questioned him as to the cause of this haste, he generally stated reasons which, at that time, I

could not deny to be plausible; but which, on the review, appeared insufficient. I suspected that the true

motives were concealed, and believed that these motives had some connection with my brother's destiny.

I now recollected that the information respecting Wieland which had, from time to time, been imparted to me,

was always accompanied with airs of reserve and mysteriousness. What had appeared sufficiently explicit at

the time it was uttered, I now remembered to have been faltering and ambiguous. I was resolved to remove

Heretofore the idea of this visit had occurred to me; but the horrors of his dwellingplace, his wild yet placid

physiognomy, his neglected locks, the fetters which constrained his limbs, terrible as they were in

Now, however, that I was preparing to take an everlasting farewell of my country, now that an ocean was

henceforth to separate me from him, how could I part without an interview? I would examine his situation

with my own eyes. I would know whether the representations which had been made to me were true. Perhaps

the sight of the sister whom he was wont to love with a passion more than fraternal, might have an auspicious

Having formed this resolution, I waited to communicate it to Mr. Cambridge. I was aware that, without his

concurrence, I could not hope to carry it into execution, and could discover no objection to which it was

liable. If I had not been deceived as to his condition, no inconvenience could arise from this proceeding. His

I seized this opportunity to state my wishes on this head. My suspicions were confirmed by the manner in

which my request affected him. After some pause, in which his countenance betrayed every mark of

perplexity, he said to me, "Why would you pay this visit? What useful purpose can it serve?"

"We are preparing," said I, "to leave the country forever: What kind of being should I be to leave behind me a

brother in calamity without even a parting interview? Indulge me for three minutes in the sight of him. My

heart will be much easier after I have looked at him, and shed a few tears in his presence."

"I believe otherwise. The sight of him would only augment your distress, without contributing, in any degree,

"I know not that," returned I. "Surely the sympathy of his sister, proofs that her tenderness is as lively as ever,

must be a source of satisfaction to him. At present he must regard all mankind as his enemies and

calumniators. His sister he, probably, conceives to partake in the general infatuation, and to join in the cry of

abhorrence that is raised against him. To be undeceived in this respect, to be assured that, however I may

impute his conduct to delusion, I still retain all my former affection for his person, and veneration for the

purity of his motives, cannot but afford him pleasure. When he hears that I have left the country, without

even the ceremonious attention of a visit, what will he think of me? His magnanimity may hinder him from

repining, but he will surely consider my behaviour as savage and unfeeling. Indeed, dear Sir, I must pay this

visit. To embark with you without paying it, will be impossible. It may be of no service to him, but will

enable me to acquit myself of what I cannot but esteem a duty. Besides," continued I, "if it be a mere fit of

insanity that has seized him, may not my presence chance to have a salutary influence? The mere sight of me,

"Ay," said my uncle, with some eagerness; "it is by no means impossible that your interview may have that

I expressed my surprize at this declaration. "Is it not to be desired that an error so fatal as this should be

"I wonder at your question. Reflect on the consequences of this error. Has he not destroyed the wife whom he

loved, the children whom he idolized? What is it that enables him to bear the remembrance, but the belief that

he acted as his duty enjoined? Would you rashly bereave him of this belief? Would you restore him to

himself, and convince him that he was instigated to this dreadful outrage by a perversion of his organs, or a

"Now his visions are joyous and elate. He conceives himself to have reached a loftier degree of virtue, than

any other human being. The merit of his sacrifice is only enhanced in the eyes of superior beings, by the

detestation that pursues him here, and the sufferings to which he is condemned. The belief that even his sister

has deserted him, and gone over to his enemies, adds to his sublimity of feelings, and his confidence in divine

"Let him be undeceived in this respect, and what floods of despair and of horror will overwhelm him! Instead

of glowing approbation and serene hope, will he not hate and torture himself? Selfviolence, or a phrenzy far

more savage and destructive than this, may be expected to succeed. I beseech you, therefore, to relinquish this

scheme. If you calmly reflect upon it, you will discover that your duty lies in carefully shunning him."

Mr. Cambridge's reasonings suggested views to my understanding, that had not hitherto occurred. I could not

but admit their validity, but they shewed, in a new light, the depth of that misfortune in which my brother was

Presently, I considered, that whether Wieland was a maniac, a faithful servant of his God, the victim of

hellish illusions, or the dupe of human imposture, was by no means certain. In this state of my mind it

became me to be silent during the visit that I projected. This visit should be brief: I should be satisfied merely

to snatch a look at him. Admitting that a change in his opinions were not to be desired, there was no danger

But I could not conquer my uncle's aversion to this scheme. Yet I persisted, and he found that to make me

voluntarily relinquish it, it was necessary to be more explicit than he had hitherto been. He took both my

hands, and anxiously examining my countenance as he spoke, "Clara," said he, "this visit must not be paid.

We must hasten with the utmost expedition from this shore. It is folly to conceal the truth from you, and,

since it is only by disclosing the truth that you can be prevailed upon to lay aside this project, the truth shall

"O my dear girl!" continued he with increasing energy in his accent, "your brother's phrenzy is, indeed,

stupendous and frightful. The soul that formerly actuated his frame has disappeared. The same form remains;

but the wise and benevolent Wieland is no more. A fury that is rapacious of blood, that lifts his strength

almost above that of mortals, that bends all his energies to the destruction of whatever was once dear to him,

"You must not enter his dungeon; his eyes will no sooner be fixed upon you, than an exertion of his force will

be made. He will shake off his fetters in a moment, and rush upon you. No interposition will then be strong or

"The phantom that has urged him to the murder of Catharine and her children is not yet appeased. Your life,

and that of Pleyel, are exacted from him by this imaginary being. He is eager to comply with this demand.

Twice he has escaped from his prison. The first time, he no sooner found himself at liberty, than he hasted to

Pleyel's house. It being midnight, the latter was in bed. Wieland penetrated unobserved to his chamber, and

opened his curtain. Happily, Pleyel awoke at the critical moment, and escaped the fury of his kinsman, by

leaping from his chamberwindow into the court. Happily, he reached the ground without injury. Alarms

were given, and after diligent search, your brother was found in a chamber of your house, whither, no doubt,

"His chains, and the watchfulness of his guards, were redoubled; but again, by some miracle, he restored

himself to liberty. He was now incautiously apprized of the place of your abode: and had not information of

his escape been instantly given, your death would have been added to the number of his atrocious acts.

"You now see the danger of your project. You must not only forbear to visit him, but if you would save him

from the crime of embruing his hands in your blood, you must leave the country. There is no hope that his

malady will end but with his life, and no precaution will ensure your safety, but that of placing the ocean

"I confess I came over with an intention to reside among you, but these disasters have changed my views.

Your own safety and my happiness require that you should accompany me in my return, and I entreat you to

After these representations from my uncle, it was impossible to retain my purpose. I readily consented to

seclude myself from Wieland's presence. I likewise acquiesced in the proposal to go to Europe; not that I ever

expected to arrive there, but because, since my principles forbad me to assail my own life, change had some

What a tale had thus been unfolded! I was hunted to death, not by one whom my misconduct had exasperated,

who was conscious of illicit motives, and who sought his end by circumvention and surprize; but by one who

deemed himself commissioned for this act by heaven; who regarded this career of horror as the last

refinement of virtue; whose implacability was proportioned to the reverence and love which he felt for me,

In vain should I endeavour to stay his hand by urging the claims of a sister or friend: these were his only

reasons for pursuing my destruction. Had I been a stranger to his blood; had I been the most worthless of

Surely, said I, my fate is without example. The phrenzy which is charged upon my brother, must belong to

myself. My foe is manacled and guarded; but I derive no security from these restraints. I live not in a

community of savages; yet, whether I sit or walk, go into crouds, or hide myself in solitude, my life is marked

for a prey to inhuman violence; I am in perpetual danger of perishing; of perishing under the grasp of a

I recollected the omens of this destiny; I remembered the gulf to which my brother's invitation had conducted

me; I remembered that, when on the brink of danger, the author of my peril was depicted by my fears in his

form: Thus realized, were the creatures of prophetic sleep, and of wakeful terror!

These images were unavoidably connected with that of Carwin. In this paroxysm of distress, my attention

fastened on him as the grand deceiver; the author of this black conspiracy; the intelligence that governed in

Some relief is afforded in the midst of suffering, when its author is discovered or imagined; and an object

found on which we may pour out our indignation and our vengeance. I ran over the events that had taken

place since the origin of our intercourse with him, and reflected on the tenor of that description which was

received from Ludloe. Mixed up with notions of supernatural agency, were the vehement suspicions which I

I thirsted for knowledge and for vengeance. I regarded my hasty departure with reluctance, since it would

remove me from the means by which this knowledge might be obtained, and this vengeance gratified. This

departure was to take place in two days. At the end of two days I was to bid an eternal adieu to my native

country. Should I not pay a parting visit to the scene of these disasters? Should I not bedew with my tears the

graves of my sister and her children? Should I not explore their desolate habitation, and gather from the sight

This suggestion was succeeded by a secret shuddering. Some disastrous influence appeared to overhang the

scene. How many memorials should I meet with serving to recall the images of those I had lost!

I was tempted to relinquish my design, when it occurred to me that I had left among my papers a journal of

transactions in shorthand. I was employed in this manuscript on that night when Pleyel's incautious curiosity

tempted him to look over my shoulder. I was then recording my adventure in THE RECESS, an imperfect

I had regulated the disposition of all my property. This manuscript, however, which contained the most secret

transactions of my life, I was desirous of destroying. For this end I must return to my house, and this I

I was not willing to expose myself to opposition from my friends, by mentioning my design; I therefore

bespoke the use of Mr. Hallet's chaise, under pretence of enjoying an airing, as the day was remarkably

This request was gladly complied with, and I directed the servant to conduct me to Mettingen. I dismissed

him at the gate, intending to use, in returning, a carriage belonging to my brother.

The inhabitants of the HUT received me with a mixture of joy and surprize. Their homely welcome, and their

artless sympathy, were grateful to my feelings. In the midst of their inquiries, as to my health, they avoided

all allusions to the source of my malady. They were honest creatures, and I loved them well. I participated in

the tears which they shed when I mentioned to them my speedy departure for Europe, and promised to

They expressed great surprize when I informed them of my intention to visit my cottage. Alarm and

foreboding overspread their features, and they attempted to dissuade me from visiting an house which they

These apprehensions, however, had no power over my conduct. I took an irregular path which led me to my

own house. All was vacant and forlorn. A small enclosure, near which the path led, was the buryingground

belonging to the family. This I was obliged to pass. Once I had intended to enter it, and ponder on the

emblems and inscriptions which my uncle had caused to be made on the tombs of Catharine and her children;

but now my heart faltered as I approached, and I hastened forward, that distance might conceal it from my

When I approached the recess, my heart again sunk. I averted my eyes, and left it behind me as quickly as

possible. Silence reigned through my habitation, and a darkness which closed doors and shutters produced.

Every object was connected with mine or my brother's history. I passed the entry, mounted the stair, and

unlocked the door of my chamber. It was with difficulty that I curbed my fancy and smothered my fears.

Slight movements and casual sounds were transformed into beckoning shadows and calling shapes.

I proceeded to the closet. I opened and looked round it with fearfulness. All things were in their accustomed

order. I sought and found the manuscript where I was used to deposit it. This being secured, there was

nothing to detain me; yet I stood and contemplated awhile the furniture and walls of my chamber. I

remembered how long this apartment had been a sweet and tranquil asylum; I compared its former state with

Here it was that the incomprehensible behaviour of Carwin was witnessed: this the stage on which that enemy

of man shewed himself for a moment unmasked. Here the menaces of murder were wafted to my ear; and

These thoughts had a tendency to take from me my selfcommand. My feeble limbs refused to support me,

and I sunk upon a chair. Incoherent and halfarticulate exclamations escaped my lips. The name of Carwin

was uttered, and eternal woes, woes like that which his malice had entailed upon us, were heaped upon him. I

invoked allseeing heaven to drag to light and to punish this betrayer, and accused its providence for having

I have said that the window shutters were closed. A feeble light, however, found entrance through the

crevices. A small window illuminated the closet, and the door being closed, a dim ray streamed through the

keyhole. A kind of twilight was thus created, sufficient for the purposes of vision; but, at the same time,

This darkness suited the colour of my thoughts. I sickened at the remembrance of the past. The prospect of

the future excited my loathing. I muttered in a low voice, Why should I live longer? Why should I drag a

miserable being? All, for whom I ought to live, have perished. Am I not myself hunted to death?

At that moment, my despair suddenly became vigorous. My nerves were no longer unstrung. My powers, that

had long been deadened, were revived. My bosom swelled with a sudden energy, and the conviction darted

I knew how to find way to the recesses of life. I could use a lancet with some skill, and could distinguish

between vein and artery. By piercing deep into the latter, I should shun the evils which the future had in store

I started on my feet, for my feebleness was gone, and hasted to the closet. A lancet and other small

instruments were preserved in a case which I had deposited here. Inattentive as I was to foreign

considerations, my ears were still open to any sound of mysterious import that should occur. I thought I heard

a step in the entry. My purpose was suspended, and I cast an eager glance at my chamber door, which was

open. No one appeared, unless the shadow which I discerned upon the floor, was the outline of a man. If it

were, I was authorized to suspect that some one was posted close to the entrance, who possibly had overheard

My teeth chattered, and a wild confusion took place of my momentary calm. Thus it was when a terrific

visage had disclosed itself on a former night. Thus it was when the evil destiny of Wieland assumed the

lineaments of something human. What horrid apparition was preparing to blast my sight?

Still I listened and gazed. Not long, for the shadow moved; a foot, unshapely and huge, was thrust forward; a

form advanced from its concealment, and stalked into the room. It was Carwin! While I had breath I shrieked.

While I had power over my muscles, I motioned with my hand that he should vanish. My exertions could not

O that this grateful oblivion had lasted for ever! Too quickly I recovered my senses. The power of distinct

vision was no sooner restored to me, than this hateful form again presented itself, and I once more relapsed.

A second time, untoward nature recalled me from the sleep of death. I found myself stretched upon the bed.

When I had power to look up, I remembered only that I had cause to fear. My distempered fancy fashioned to

itself no distinguishable image. I threw a languid glance round me; once more my eyes lighted upon Carwin.

He was seated on the floor, his back rested against the wall, his knees were drawn up, and his face was buried

in his hands. That his station was at some distance, that his attitude was not menacing, that his ominous

visage was concealed, may account for my now escaping a shock, violent as those which were past. I

On perceiving that I had recovered my sensibility, he lifted his head. This motion attracted my attention. His

countenance was mild, but sorrow and astonishment sat upon his features. I averted my eyes and feebly

He did not rise upon his feet, but clasped his hands, and said in a tone of deprecation"I will fly. I am

become a fiend, the sight of whom destroys. Yet tell me my offence! You have linked curses with my name;

you ascribe to me a malice monstrous and infernal. I look around; all is loneliness and desert! This house and

your brother's are solitary and dismantled! You die away at the sight of me! My fear whispers that some deed

What language was this? Had he not avowed himself a ravisher? Had not this chamber witnessed his

He lifted his eyes"Great heaven! what have I done? I think I know the extent of my offences. I have acted,

but my actions have possibly effected more than I designed. This fear has brought me back from my retreat. I

come to repair the evil of which my rashness was the cause, and to prevent more evil. I come to confess my

"Wretch!" I cried when my suffocating emotions would permit me to speak, "the ghosts of my sister and her

children, do they not rise to accuse thee? Who was it that blasted the intellects of Wieland? Who was it that

urged him to fury, and guided him to murder? Who, but thou and the devil, with whom thou art

At these words a new spirit pervaded his countenance. His eyes once more appealed to heaven. "If I have

memory, if I have being, I am innocent. I intended no ill; but my folly, indirectly and remotely, may have

What should I infer from this deportment? Was the ignorance which these words implied real or

pretended?Yet how could I imagine a mere human agency in these events? But if the influence was

preternatural or maniacal in my brother's case, they must be equally so in my own. Then I remembered that

the voice exerted, was to save me from Carwin's attempts. These ideas tended to abate my abhorrence of this

"Alas!" said I, "I have no one to accuse. Leave me to my fate. Fly from a scene stained with cruelty; devoted

Carwin stood for a time musing and mournful. At length he said, "What has happened? I came to expiate my

crimes: let me know them in their full extent. I have horrible forebodings! What has happened?"

I was silent; but recollecting the intimation given by this man when he was detected in my closet, which

implied some knowledge of that power which interfered in my favor, I eagerly inquired, "What was that

voice which called upon me to hold when I attempted to open the closet? What face was that which I saw at

"I came to confess the truth. Your allusions are horrible and strange. Perhaps I have but faint conceptions of

the evils which my infatuation has produced; but what remains I will perform. It was my VOICE that you

For a moment I doubted whether my remembrance of events were not confused. How could he be at once

stationed at my shoulder and shut up in my closet? How could he stand near me and yet be invisible? But if

Carwin's were the thrilling voice and the fiery visage which I had heard and seen, then was he the prompter

Once more I averted my eyes and struggled for speech. "Begone! thou man of mischief! Remorseless and

"I will obey," said he in a disconsolate voice; "yet, wretch as I am, am I unworthy to repair the evils that I

have committed? I came as a repentant criminal. It is you whom I have injured, and at your bar am I willing

to appear, and confess and expiate my crimes. I have deceived you: I have sported with your terrors: I have

plotted to destroy your reputation. I come now to remove your errors; to set you beyond the reach of similar

"This is the amount of my guilt, and this the fruit of my remorse. Will you not hear me? Listen to my

"What!" I replied, "was not thine the voice that commanded my brother to imbrue his hands in the blood of

his childrento strangle that angel of sweetness his wife? Has he not vowed my death, and the death of

Pleyel, at thy bidding? Hast thou not made him the butcher of his family; changed him who was the glory of

his species into worse than brute; robbed him of reason, and consigned the rest of his days to fetters and

Carwin's eyes glared, and his limbs were petrified at this intelligence. No words were requisite to prove him

guiltless of these enormities: at the time, however, I was nearly insensible to these exculpatory tokens. He

walked to the farther end of the room, and having recovered some degree of composure, he spoke

"I am not this villain; I have slain no one; I have prompted none to slay; I have handled a tool of wonderful

efficacy without malignant intentions, but without caution; ample will be the punishment of my temerity, if

I likewise was silent. I struggled to command myself so far as to listen to the tale which he should tell.

"You are not apprized of the existence of a power which I possess. I know not by what name to call it.* It

enables me to mimic exactly the voice of another, and to modify the sound so that it shall appear to come

"I know not that every one possesses this power. Perhaps, though a casual position of my organs in my youth

shewed me that I possessed it, it is an art which may be taught to all. Would to God I had died unknowing of

"For a time the possession of so potent and stupendous an endowment elated me with pride. Unfortified by

principle, subjected to poverty, stimulated by headlong passions, I made this powerful engine subservient to

the supply of my wants, and the gratification of my vanity. I shall not mention how diligently I cultivated this

gift, which seemed capable of unlimited improvement; nor detail the various occasions on which it was

"I left America, which is my native soil, in my youth. I have been engaged in various scenes of life, in which

my peculiar talent has been exercised with more or less success. I was finally betrayed by one who called

himself my friend, into acts which cannot be justified, though they are susceptible of apology.

"The perfidy of this man compelled me to withdraw from Europe. I returned to my native country, uncertain

whether silence and obscurity would save me from his malice. I resided in the purlieus of the city. I put on the

"My chief recreation was walking. My principal haunts were the lawns and gardens of Mettingen. In this

delightful region the luxuriances of nature had been chastened by judicious art, and each successive

" I was studious of seclusion: I was satiated with the intercourse of mankind, and discretion required me to

shun their intercourse. For these reasons I long avoided the observation of your family, and chiefly visited

"I was never weary of admiring the position and ornaments of THE TEMPLE. Many a night have I passed

under its roof, revolving no pleasing meditations. When, in my frequent rambles, I perceived this apartment

was occupied, I gave a different direction to my steps. One evening, when a shower had just passed, judging

by the silence that no one was within, I ascended to this building. Glancing carelessly round, I perceived an

open letter on the pedestal. To read it was doubtless an offence against politeness. Of this offence, however, I

"Scarcely had I gone half through when I was alarmed by the approach of your brother. To scramble down

the cliff on the opposite side was impracticable. I was unprepared to meet a stranger. Besides the

aukwardness attending such an interview in these circumstances, concealment was necessary to my safety. A

thousand times had I vowed never again to employ the dangerous talent which I possessed; but such was the

force of habit and the influence of present convenience, that I used this method of arresting his progress and

leading him back to the house, with his errand, whatever it was, unperformed. I had often caught parts, from

my station below, of your conversation in this place, and was well acquainted with the voice of your sister.

"Some weeks after this I was again quietly seated in this recess. The lateness of the hour secured me, as I

thought, from all interruption. In this, however, I was mistaken, for Wieland and Pleyel, as I judged by their

"I was not sensible that any inconvenience could possibly have flowed from my former exertion; yet it was

followed with compunction, because it was a deviation from a path which I had assigned to myself. Now my

aversion to this means of escape was enforced by an unauthorized curiosity, and by the knowledge of a bushy

hollow on the edge of the hill, where I should be safe from discovery. Into this hollow I thrust myself.

"The propriety of removal to Europe was the question eagerly discussed. Pleyel intimated that his anxiety to

go was augmented by the silence of Theresa de Stolberg. The temptation to interfere in this dispute was

irresistible. In vain I contended with inveterate habits. I disguised to myself the impropriety of my conduct,

by recollecting the benefits which it might produce. Pleyel's proposal was unwise, yet it was enforced with

plausible arguments and indefatigable zeal. Your brother might be puzzled and wearied, but could not be

convinced. I conceived that to terminate the controversy in favor of the latter was conferring a benefit on all

parties. For this end I profited by an opening in the conversation, and assured them of Catharine's

irreconcilable aversion to the scheme, and of the death of the Saxon baroness. The latter event was merely a

conjecture, but rendered extremely probable by Pleyel's representations. My purpose, you need not be told,

"My passion for mystery, and a species of imposture, which I deemed harmless, was thus awakened afresh.

This second lapse into error made my recovery more difficult. I cannot convey to you an adequate idea of the

kind of gratification which I derived from these exploits; yet I meditated nothing. My views were bounded to

"I must not conceal any thing. Your principles teach you to abhor a voluptuous temper; but, with whatever

reluctance, I acknowledge this temper to be mine. You imagine your servant Judith to be innocent as well as

beautiful; but you took her from a family where hypocrisy, as well as licentiousness, was wrought into a

system. My attention was captivated by her charms, and her principles were easily seen to be flexible.

"Deem me not capable of the iniquity of seduction. Your servant is not destitute of feminine and virtuous

qualities; but she was taught that the best use of her charms consists in the sale of them. My nocturnal visits

to Mettingen were now prompted by a double view, and my correspondence with your servant gave me, at all

"The second night after our interview, so brief and so little foreseen by either of us, some daemon of mischief

seized me. According to my companion's report, your perfections were little less than divine. Her uncouth but

copious narratives converted you into an object of worship. She chiefly dwelt upon your courage, because she

herself was deficient in that quality. You held apparitions and goblins in contempt. You took no precautions

against robbers. You were just as tranquil and secure in this lonely dwelling, as if you were in the midst of a

"Hence a vague project occurred to me, to put this courage to the test. A woman capable of recollection in

danger, of warding off groundless panics, of discerning the true mode of proceeding, and profiting by her best

resources, is a prodigy. I was desirous of ascertaining whether you were such an one.

"My expedient was obvious and simple: I was to counterfeit a murderous dialogue; but this was to be so

conducted that another, and not yourself, should appear to be the object. I was not aware of the possibility

that you should appropriate these menaces to yourself. Had you been still and listened, you would have heard

the struggles and prayers of the victim, who would likewise have appeared to be shut up in the closet, and

whose voice would have been Judith's. This scene would have been an appeal to your compassion; and the

proof of cowardice or courage which I expected from you, would have been your remaining inactive in your

bed, or your entering the closet with a view to assist the sufferer. Some instances which Judith related of your

fearlessness and promptitude made me adopt the latter supposition with some degree of confidence.

"By the girl's direction I found a ladder, and mounted to your closet window. This is scarcely large enough to

"I cannot express my confusion and surprize at your abrupt and precipitate flight. I hastily removed the

ladder; and, after some pause, curiosity and doubts of your safety induced me to follow you. I found you

stretched on the turf before your brother's door, without sense or motion. I felt the deepest regret at this

unlookedfor consequence of my scheme. I knew not what to do to procure you relief. The idea of awakening

the family naturally presented itself. This emergency was critical, and there was no time to deliberate. It was

a sudden thought that occurred. I put my lips to the keyhole, and sounded an alarm which effectually roused

the sleepers. My organs were naturally forcible, and had been improved by long and assiduous exercise.

"Long and bitterly did I repent of my scheme. I was somewhat consoled by reflecting that my purpose had

not been evil, and renewed my fruitless vows never to attempt such dangerous experiments. For some time I

"My life has been a life of hardship and exposure. In the summer I prefer to make my bed of the smooth turf,

or, at most, the shelter of a summerhouse suffices. In all my rambles I never found a spot in which so many

picturesque beauties and rural delights were assembled as at Mettingen. No corner of your little domain

unites fragrance and secrecy in so perfect a degree as the recess in the bank. The odour of its leaves, the

coolness of its shade, and the music of its waterfall, had early attracted my attention. Here my sadness was

converted into peaceful melancholyhere my slumbers were sound, and my pleasures enhanced.

"As most free from interruption, I chose this as the scene of my midnight interviews with Judith. One

evening, as the sun declined, I was seated here, when I was alarmed by your approach. It was with difficulty

"At the customary hour, I returned to your habitation, and was made acquainted by Judith, with your unusual

absence. I half suspected the true cause, and felt uneasiness at the danger there was that I should be deprived

of my retreat; or, at least, interrupted in the possession of it. The girl, likewise, informed me, that among your

other singularities, it was not uncommon for you to leave your bed, and walk forth for the sake of nightairs

"I desired to prevent this inconvenience. I found you easily swayed by fear. I was influenced, in my choice of

means, by the facility and certainty of that to which I had been accustomed. All that I forsaw was, that, in

"I entered the recess with the utmost caution, and discovered, by your breathings, in what condition you were.

The unexpected interpretation which you placed upon my former proceeding, suggested my conduct on the

present occasion. The mode in which heaven is said by the poet, to interfere for the prevention of crimes,**

was somewhat analogous to my province, and never failed to occur to me at seasons like this. It was requisite

to break your slumbers, and for this end I uttered the powerful monosyllable, "hold! hold!" My purpose was

not prescribed by duty, yet surely it was far from being atrocious and inexpiable. To effect it, I uttered what

was false, but it was well suited to my purpose. Nothing less was intended than to injure you. Nay, the evil

resulting from my former act, was partly removed by assuring you that in all places but this you were safe.

*BILOQUIUM, or ventrilocution. Sound is varied according to the variations of direction and distance. The

art of the ventriloquist consists in modifying his voice according to all these variations, without changing his

place. See the work of the Abbe de la Chappelle, in which are accurately recorded the performances of one of

these artists, and some ingenious, though unsatisfactory speculations are given on the means by which the

effects are produced. This power is, perhaps, given by nature, but is doubtless improvable, if not acquirable,

by art. It may, possibly, consist in an unusual flexibility or exertion of the bottom of the tongue and the uvula.

That speech is producible by these alone must be granted, since anatomists mention two instances of persons

speaking without a tongue. In one case, the organ was originally wanting, but its place was supplied by a

small tubercle, and the uvula was perfect. In the other, the tongue was destroyed by disease, but probably a

This power is difficult to explain, but the fact is undeniable. Experience shews that the human voice can

imitate the voice of all men and of all inferior animals. The sound of musical instruments, and even noises

from the contact of inanimate substances, have been accurately imitated. The mimicry of animals is

notorious; and Dr. Burney (Musical Travels) mentions one who imitated a flute and violin, so as to deceive

"My morals will appear to you far from rigid, yet my conduct will fall short of your suspicions. I am now to

confess actions less excusable, and yet surely they will not entitle me to the name of a desperate or sordid

"Your house was rendered, by your frequent and long absences, easily accessible to my curiosity. My

meeting with Pleyel was the prelude to direct intercourse with you. I had seen much of the world, but your

character exhibited a specimen of human powers that was wholly new to me. My intercourse with your

servant furnished me with curious details of your domestic management. I was of a different sex: I was not

your husband; I was not even your friend; yet my knowledge of you was of that kind, which conjugal

intimacies can give, and, in some respects, more accurate. The observation of your domestic was guided by

"You will not be surprized that I should sometimes profit by your absence, and adventure to examine with my

own eyes, the interior of your chamber. Upright and sincere, you used no watchfulness, and practised no

precautions. I scrutinized every thing, and pried every where. Your closet was usually locked, but it was once

my fortune to find the key on a bureau. I opened and found new scope for my curiosity in your books. One of

these was manuscript, and written in characters which essentially agreed with a shorthand system which I

"I cannot justify my conduct, yet my only crime was curiosity. I perused this volume with eagerness. The

intellect which it unveiled, was brighter than my limited and feeble organs could bear. I was naturally

inquisitive as to your ideas respecting my deportment, and the mysteries that had lately occurred.

"You know what you have written. You know that in this volume the key to your inmost soul was contained.

If I had been a profound and malignant impostor, what plenteous materials were thus furnished me of

"The coincidence of your dream in the summerhouse with my exclamation, was truly wonderful. The voice

which warned you to forbear was, doubtless, mine; but mixed by a common process of the fancy, with the

"I saw in a stronger light than ever, the dangerousness of that instrument which I employed, and renewed my

resolutions to abstain from the use of it in future; but I was destined perpetually to violate my resolutions. By

some perverse fate, I was led into circumstances in which the exertion of my powers was the sole or the best

"On that memorable night on which our last interview took place, I came as usual to Mettingen. I was

apprized of your engagement at your brother's, from which you did not expect to return till late. Some

incident suggested the design of visiting your chamber. Among your books which I had not examined, might

be something tending to illustrate your character, or the history of your family. Some intimation had been

dropped by you in discourse, respecting a performance of your father, in which some important transaction in

"I was desirous of seeing this book; and such was my habitual attachment to mystery, that I preferred the

clandestine perusal of it. Such were the motives that induced me to make this attempt. Judith had

disappeared, and finding the house unoccupied, I supplied myself with a light, and proceeded to your

"I found it easy, on experiment, to lock and unlock your closet door without the aid of a key. I shut myself in

this recess, and was busily exploring your shelves, when I heard some one enter the room below. I was at a

loss who it could be, whether you or your servant. Doubtful, however, as I was, I conceived it prudent to

extinguish the light. Scarcely was this done, when some one entered the chamber. The footsteps were easily

"My situation was now full of danger and perplexity. For some time, I cherished the hope that you would

leave the room so long as to afford me an opportunity of escaping. As the hours passed, this hope gradually

"I knew not how soon you might find occasion to enter the closet. I was alive to all the horrors of detection,

and ruminated without ceasing, on the behaviour which it would be proper, in case of detection, to adopt. I

was unable to discover any consistent method of accounting for my being thus immured.

"It occurred to me that I might withdraw you from your chamber for a few minutes, by counterfeiting a voice

from without. Some message from your brother might be delivered, requiring your presence at his house. I

was deterred from this scheme by reflecting on the resolution I had formed, and on the possible evils that

might result from it. Besides, it was not improbable that you would speedily retire to bed, and then, by the

"Meanwhile I listened with the deepest anxiety to every motion from without. I discovered nothing which

betokened preparation for sleep. Instead of this I heard deepdrawn sighs, and occasionally an

halfexpressed and mournful ejaculation. Hence I inferred that you were unhappy. The true state of your

mind with regard to Pleyel your own pen had disclosed; but I supposed you to be framed of such materials,

that, though a momentary sadness might affect you, you were impregnable to any permanent and heartfelt

grief. Inquietude for my own safety was, for a moment, suspended by sympathy with your distress.

"To the former consideration I was quickly recalled by a motion of yours which indicated I knew not what. I

fostered the persuasion that you would now retire to bed; but presently you approached the closet, and

detection seemed to be inevitable. You put your hand upon the lock. I had formed no plan to extricate myself

from the dilemma in which the opening of the door would involve me. I felt an irreconcilable aversion to

detection. Thus situated, I involuntarily seized the door with a resolution to resist your efforts to open it.

"Suddenly you receded from the door. This deportment was inexplicable, but the relief it afforded me was

quickly gone. You returned, and I once more was thrown into perplexity. The expedient that suggested itself

was precipitate and inartificial. I exerted my organs and called upon you TO HOLD.

"That you should persist in spite of this admonition, was a subject of astonishment. I again resisted your

efforts; for the first expedient having failed, I knew not what other to resort to. In this state, how was my

"It was now plain that you knew me to be within. Further resistance was unavailing and useless. The door

opened, and I shrunk backward. Seldom have I felt deeper mortification, and more painful perplexity. I did

not consider that the truth would be less injurious than any lie which I could hastily frame. Conscious as I

was of a certain degree of guilt, I conceived that you would form the most odious suspicions. The truth would

be imperfect, unless I were likewise to explain the mysterious admonition which had been given; but that

explanation was of too great moment, and involved too extensive consequences to make me suddenly resolve

to give it. "I was aware that this discovery would associate itself in your mind, with the dialogue formerly

heard in this closet. Thence would your suspicions be aggravated, and to escape from these suspicions would

be impossible. But the mere truth would be sufficiently opprobrious, and deprive me for ever of your good

"Thus was I rendered desperate, and my mind rapidly passed to the contemplation of the use that might be

made of previous events. Some good genius would appear to you to have interposed to save you from injury

intended by me. Why, I said, since I must sink in her opinion, should I not cherish this belief? Why not

personate an enemy, and pretend that celestial interference has frustrated my schemes? I must fly, but let me

leave wonder and fear behind me. Elucidation of the mystery will always be practicable. I shall do no injury,

"Thus I extenuated my conduct to myself, but I scarcely expect that this will be to you a sufficient explication

of the scene that followed. Those habits which I have imbibed, the rooted passion which possesses me for

scattering around me amazement and fear, you enjoy no opportunities of knowing. That a man should

wantonly impute to himself the most flagitious designs, will hardly be credited, even though you reflect that

my reputation was already, by my own folly, irretrievably ruined; and that it was always in my power to

"I left you to ponder on this scene. My mind was full of rapid and incongruous ideas. Compunction,

selfupbraiding, hopelesness, satisfaction at the view of those effects likely to flow from my new scheme,

misgivings as to the beneficial result of this scheme took possession of my mind, and seemed to struggle for

"I had gone too far to recede. I had painted myself to you as an assassin and ravisher, withheld from guilt

only by a voice from heaven. I had thus reverted into the path of error, and now, having gone thus far, my

progress seemed to be irrevocable. I said to myself, I must leave these precincts for ever. My acts have

blasted my fame in the eyes of the Wielands. For the sake of creating a mysterious dread, I have made myself

a villain. I may complete this mysterious plan by some new imposture, but I cannot aggravate my supposed

"My resolution was formed, and I was swiftly ruminating on the means for executing it, when Pleyel

appeared in sight. This incident decided my conduct. It was plain that Pleyel was a devoted lover, but he was,

at the same time, a man of cold resolves and exquisite sagacity. To deceive him would be the sweetest

triumph I had ever enjoyed. The deception would be momentary, but it would likewise be complete. That his

delusion would so soon be rectified, was a recommendation to my scheme, for I esteemed him too much to

"I had no time to reflect further, for he proceeded, with a quick step, towards the house. I was hurried onward

involuntarily and by a mechanical impulse. I followed him as he passed the recess in the bank, and shrowding

myself in that spot, I counterfeited sounds which I knew would arrest his steps.

"He stopped, turned, listened, approached, and overheard a dialogue whose purpose was to vanquish his

belief in a point where his belief was most difficult to vanquish. I exerted all my powers to imitate your

voice, your general sentiments, and your language. Being master, by means of your journal, of your personal

history and most secret thoughts, my efforts were the more successful. When I reviewed the tenor of this

dialogue, I cannot believe but that Pleyel was deluded. When I think of your character, and of the inferences

which this dialogue was intended to suggest, it seems incredible that this delusion should be produced.

"I spared not myself. I called myself murderer, thief, guilty of innumerable perjuries and misdeeds: that you

had debased yourself to the level of such an one, no evidence, methought, would suffice to convince him who

knew you so thoroughly as Pleyel; and yet the imposture amounted to proof which the most jealous scrutiny

"He left his station precipitately and resumed his way to the house. I saw that the detection of his error would

be instantaneous, since, not having gone to bed, an immediate interview would take place between you. At

first this circumstance was considered with regret; but as time opened my eyes to the possible consequences

"In a short time the infatuation which had led me thus far began to subside. The remembrance of former

reasonings and transactions was renewed. How often I had repented this kind of exertion; how many evils

were produced by it which I had not foreseen; what occasions for the bitterest remorse it had administered,

now passed through my mind. The black catalogue of stratagems was now increased. I had inspired you with

the most vehement terrors: I had filled your mind with faith in shadows and confidence in dreams: I had

depraved the imagination of Pleyel: I had exhibited you to his understanding as devoted to brutal

gratifications and consummate in hypocrisy. The evidence which accompanied this delusion would be

irresistible to one whose passion had perverted his judgment, whose jealousy with regard to me had already

been excited, and who, therefore, would not fail to overrate the force of this evidence. What fatal act of

"With regard to myself, I had acted with a phrenzy that surpassed belief. I had warred against my peace and

my fame: I had banished myself from the fellowship of vigorous and pure minds: I was selfexpelled from a

scene which the munificence of nature had adorned with unrivalled beauties, and from haunts in which all the

"I was thus torn by conflicting fears and tumultuous regrets. The night passed away in this state of confusion;

and next morning in the gazette left at my obscure lodging, I read a description and an offer of reward for the

apprehension of my person. I was said to have escaped from an Irish prison, in which I was confined as an

"This was the work of an enemy, who, by falsehood and stratagem, had procured my condemnation. I was,

indeed, a prisoner, but escaped, by the exertion of my powers, the fate to which I was doomed, but which I

did not deserve. I had hoped that the malice of my foe was exhausted; but I now perceived that my

precautions had been wise, for that the intervention of an ocean was insufficient for my security.

"Let me not dwell on the sensations which this discovery produced. I need not tell by what steps I was

induced to seek an interview with you, for the purpose of disclosing the truth, and repairing, as far as

possible, the effects of my misconduct. It was unavoidable that this gazette would fall into your hands, and

"Having gained this interview, I purposed to seek some retreat in the wilderness, inaccessible to your inquiry

and to the malice of my foe, where I might henceforth employ myself in composing a faithful narrative of my

actions. I designed it as my vindication from the aspersions that had rested on my character, and as a lesson to

mankind on the evils of credulity on the one hand, and of imposture on the other.

"I wrote you a billet, which was left at the house of your friend, and which I knew would, by some means,

speedily come to your hands. I entertained a faint hope that my invitation would be complied with. I knew

not what use you would make of the opportunity which this proposal afforded you of procuring the seizure of

my person; but this fate I was determined to avoid, and I had no doubt but due circumspection, and the

"I lurked, through the day, in the neighbourhood of Mettingen: I approached your habitation at the appointed

hour: I entered it in silence, by a trapdoor which led into the cellar. This had formerly been bolted on the

inside, but Judith had, at an early period in our intercourse, removed this impediment. I ascended to the first

floor, but met with no one, nor any thing that indicated the presence of an human being.

"I crept softly up stairs, and at length perceived your chamber door to be opened, and a light to be within. It

was of moment to discover by whom this light was accompanied. I was sensible of the inconveniencies to

which my being discovered at your chamber door by any one within would subject me; I therefore called out

in my own voice, but so modified that it should appear to ascend from the court below, 'Who is in the

"No answer was returned to this summons. I listened, but no motion could be heard. After a pause I repeated

"I now approached nearer the door, and adventured to look in. A light stood on the table, but nothing human

"I knew not what to conclude. If the house were inhabited, my call would have been noticed; yet some

suspicion insinuated itself that silence was studiously kept by persons who intended to surprize me. My

approach had been wary, and the silence that ensued my call had likewise preceded it; a circumstance that

"At length it occurred to me that Judith might possibly be in her own room. I turned my steps thither; but she

was not to be found. I passed into other rooms, and was soon convinced that the house was totally deserted. I

returned to your chamber, agitated by vain surmises and opposite conjectures. The appointed hour had

"In this state of things I determined to leave a few lines on your toilet, and prosecute my journey to the

mountains. Scarcely had I taken the pen when I laid it aside, uncertain in what manner to address you. I rose

from the table and walked across the floor. A glance thrown upon the bed acquainted me with a spectacle to

"In the midst of shuddering and trepidation, the signal of your presence in the court below recalled me to

myself. The deed was newly done: I only was in the house: what had lately happened justified any suspicions,

however enormous. It was plain that this catastrophe was unknown to you: I thought upon the wild

commotion which the discovery would awaken in your breast: I found the confusion of my own thoughts

unconquerable, and perceived that the end for which I sought an interview was not now to be accomplished.

"In this state of things it was likewise expedient to conceal my being within. I put out the light and hurried

down stairs. To my unspeakable surprize, notwithstanding every motive to fear, you lighted a candle and

"I retired to that room below from which a door leads into the cellar. This door concealed me from your view

as you passed. I thought upon the spectacle which was about to present itself. In an exigence so abrupt and so

little foreseen, I was again subjected to the empire of mechanical and habitual impulses. I dreaded the effects

which this shocking exhibition, bursting on your unprepared senses, might produce.

"Thus actuated, I stept swiftly to the door, and thrusting my head forward, once more pronounced the

mysterious interdiction. At that moment, by some untoward fate, your eyes were cast back, and you saw me

in the very act of utterance. I fled through the darksome avenue at which I entered, covered with the shame of

"With diligence, stimulated by a thousand ineffable emotions, I pursued my intended journey. I have a

brother whose farm is situated in the bosom of a fertile desert, near the sources of the Leheigh, and thither I

"Deeply did I ruminate on the occurrences that had just passed. Nothing excited my wonder so much as the

means by which you discovered my being in the closet. This discovery appeared to be made at the moment

when you attempted to open it. How could you have otherwise remained so long in the chamber apparently

fearless and tranquil? And yet, having made this discovery, how could you persist in dragging me forth:

"But your sister's death was an event detestable and ominous. She had been the victim of the most dreadful

species of assassination. How, in a state like yours, the murderous intention could be generated, was wholly

"I did not relinquish my design of confessing to you the part which I had sustained in your family, but I was

willing to defer it till the task which I had set myself was finished. That being done, I resumed the resolution.

The motives to incite me to this continually acquired force. The more I revolved the events happening at

Mettingen, the more insupportable and ominous my terrors became. My waking hours and my sleep were

"Catharine was dead by violence. Surely my malignant stars had not made me the cause of her death; yet had

I not rashly set in motion a machine, over whose progress I had no controul, and which experience had shewn

me was infinite in power? Every day might add to the catalogue of horrors of which this was the source, and

"Fraught with this conception, I have turned my steps hither. I find your brother's house desolate: the

furniture removed, and the walls stained with damps. Your own is in the same situation. Your chamber is

dismantled and dark, and you exhibit an image of incurable grief, and of rapid decay.

"I have uttered the truth. This is the extent of my offences. You tell me an horrid tale of Wieland being led to

the destruction of his wife and children, by some mysterious agent. You charge me with the guilt of this

agency; but I repeat that the amount of my guilt has been truly stated. The perpetrator of Catharine's death

At that moment, the closing of a door in the kitchen was distinctly heard by us. Carwin started and paused.

"There is some one coming. I must not be found here by my enemies, and need not, since my purpose is

I had drunk in, with the most vehement attention, every word that he had uttered. I had no breath to interrupt

his tale by interrogations or comments. The power that he spoke of was hitherto unknown to me: its existence

He owns that his were the voice and face which I heard and saw. He attempts to give an human explanation

of these phantasms; but it is enough that he owns himself to be the agent; his tale is a lie, and his nature

devilish. As he deceived me, he likewise deceived my brother, and now do I behold the author of all our

Such were my thoughts when his pause allowed me to think. I should have bad him begone if the silence had

not been interrupted; but now I feared no more for myself; and the milkiness of my nature was curdled into

hatred and rancour. Some one was near, and this enemy of God and man might possibly be brought to justice.

I reflected not that the preternatural power which he had hitherto exerted, would avail to rescue him from any

toils in which his feet might be entangled. Meanwhile, looks, and not words of menace and abhorrence, were

He did not depart. He seemed dubious, whether, by passing out of the house, or by remaining somewhat

longer where he was, he should most endanger his safety. His confusion increased when steps of one barefoot

were heard upon the stairs. He threw anxious glances sometimes at the closet, sometimes at the window, and

sometimes at the chamber door, yet he was detained by some inexplicable fascination. He stood as if rooted

As to me, my soul was bursting with detestation and revenge. I had no room for surmises and fears respecting

him that approached. It was doubtless a human being, and would befriend me so far as to aid me in arresting

The stranger quickly entered the room. My eyes and the eyes of Carwin were, at the same moment, darted

upon him. A second glance was not needed to inform us who he was. His locks were tangled, and fell

confusedly over his forehead and ears. His shirt was of coarse stuff, and open at the neck and breast. His coat

was once of bright and fine texture, but now torn and tarnished with dust. His feet, his legs, and his arms were

bare. His features were the seat of a wild and tranquil solemnity, but his eyes bespoke inquietude and

He advanced with firm step, and looking as in search of some one. He saw me and stopped. He bent his sight

on the floor, and clenching his hands, appeared suddenly absorbed in meditation. Such were the figure and

deportment of Wieland! Such, in his fallen state, were the aspect and guise of my brother!

Carwin did not fail to recognize the visitant. Care for his own safety was apparently swallowed up in the

amazement which this spectacle produced. His station was conspicuous, and he could not have escaped the

roving glances of Wieland; yet the latter seemed totally unconscious of his presence.

Grief at this scene of ruin and blast was at first the only sentiment of which I was conscious. A fearful

stillness ensued. At length Wieland, lifting his hands, which were locked in each other, to his breast,

exclaimed, "Father! I thank thee. This is thy guidance. Hither thou hast led me, that I might perform thy will:

He stood for a minute as if listening; but recovering from his attitude, he continued"It is not needed.

Dastardly wretch! thus eternally questioning the behests of thy Maker! weak in resolution! wayward in faith!"

He advanced to me, and, after another pause, resumed: "Poor girl! a dismal fate has set its mark upon thee.

Thy life is demanded as a sacrifice. Prepare thee to die. Make not my office difficult by fruitless opposition.

Thy prayers might subdue stones; but none but he who enjoined my purpose can shake it."

These words were a sufficient explication of the scene. The nature of his phrenzy, as described by my uncle,

was remembered. I who had sought death, was now thrilled with horror because it was near. Death in this

form, death from the hand of a brother, was thought upon with undescribable repugnance.

In a state thus verging upon madness, my eye glanced upon Carwin. His astonishment appeared to have

struck him motionless and dumb. My life was in danger, and my brother's hand was about to be embrued in

my blood. I firmly believed that Carwin's was the instigation. I could rescue me from this abhorred fate; I

could dissipate this tremendous illusion; I could save my brother from the perpetration of new horrors, by

pointing out the devil who seduced him; to hesitate a moment was to perish. These thoughts gave strength to

"O brother! spare me, spare thyself: There is thy betrayer. He counterfeited the voice and face of an angel, for

the purpose of destroying thee and me. He has this moment confessed it. He is able to speak where he is not.

He is leagued with hell, but will not avow it; yet he confesses that the agency was his."

My brother turned slowly his eyes, and fixed them upon Carwin. Every joint in the frame of the latter

trembled. His complexion was paler than a ghost's. His eye dared not meet that of Wieland, but wandered

"Man," said my brother, in a voice totally unlike that which he had used to me, "what art thou? The charge

has been made. Answer it. The visagethe voiceat the bottom of these stairsat the hour of elevenTo

Twice did Carwin attempt to speak, but his words died away upon his lips. My brother resumed in a tone of

"Thou falterest; faltering is ominous; say yes or no: one word will suffice; but beware of falsehood. Was it a

I now saw that the wrath which had been prepared for me was to be heaped upon another. The tale that I

heard from him, and his present trepidations, were abundant testimonies of his guilt. But what if Wieland

should be undeceived! What if he shall find his acts to have proceeded not from an heavenly prompter, but

from human treachery! Will not his rage mount into whirlwind? Will not he tare limb from limb this devoted

Instinctively I recoiled from this image, but it gave place to another. Carwin may be innocent, but the

impetuosity of his judge may misconstrue his answers into a confession of guilt. Wieland knows not that

mysterious voices and appearances were likewise witnessed by me. Carwin may be ignorant of those which

Such might be the consequences of my frantic precipitation, and these, it was necessary, if possible, to

prevent. I attempted to speak, but Wieland, turning suddenly upon me, commanded silence, in a tone furious

"What art thou?" he resumed, addressing himself to Carwin. "Answer me; whose formwhose voicewas

The answer was now given, but confusedly and scarcely articulated. "I meant nothingI intended no illif

I understandif I do not mistake youit is too trueI did appearin the entrydid speak. The

These words were no sooner uttered, than my brother ceased to wear the same aspect. His eyes were

downcast: he was motionless: his respiration became hoarse, like that of a man in the agonies of death.

Carwin seemed unable to say more. He might have easily escaped, but the thought which occupied him

related to what was horrid and unintelligible in this scene, and not to his own danger.

Presently the faculties of Wieland, which, for a time, were chained up, were seized with restlessness and

trembling. He broke silence. The stoutest heart would have been appalled by the tone in which he spoke. He

"Why art thou here? Who detains thee? Go and learn better. I will meet thee, but it must be at the bar of thy

Perceiving that Carwin did not obey, he continued; "Dost thou wish me to complete the catalogue by thy

death? Thy life is a worthless thing. Tempt me no more. I am but a man, and thy presence may awaken a fury

Carwin, irresolute, striving in vain for utterance, his complexion pallid as death, his knees beating one against

A few words more and I lay aside the pen for ever. Yet why should I not relinquish it now? All that I have

said is preparatory to this scene, and my fingers, tremulous and cold as my heart, refuse any further exertion.

This must not be. Let my last energies support me in the finishing of this task. Then will I lay down my head

Every sentiment has perished in my bosom. Even friendship is extinct. Your love for me has prompted me to

this task; but I would not have complied if it had not been a luxury thus to feast upon my woes. I have justly

calculated upon my remnant of strength. When I lay down the pen the taper of life will expire: my existence

Now that I was left alone with Wieland, the perils of my situation presented themselves to my mind. That this

paroxysm should terminate in havock and rage it was reasonable to predict. The first suggestion of my fears

had been disproved by my experience. Carwin had acknowledged his offences, and yet had escaped. The

vengeance which I had harboured had not been admitted by Wieland, and yet the evils which I had endured,

compared with those inflicted on my brother, were as nothing. I thirsted for his blood, and was tormented

with an insatiable appetite for his destruction; yet my brother was unmoved, and had dismissed him in safety.

Did I place a right construction on the conduct of Wieland? Was the error that misled him so easily rectified?

Were views so vivid and faith so strenuous thus liable to fading and to change? Was there not reason to doubt

the accuracy of my perceptions? With images like these was my mind thronged, till the deportment of my

I saw his lips move and his eyes cast up to heaven. Then would he listen and look back, as if in expectation of

some one's appearance. Thrice he repeated these gesticulations and this inaudible prayer. Each time the mist

of confusion and doubt seemed to grow darker and to settle on his understanding. I guessed at the meaning of

these tokens. The words of Carwin had shaken his belief, and he was employed in summoning the messenger

who had formerly communed with him, to attest the value of those new doubts. In vain the summons was

He walked to the bed, gazed with eagerness at the pillow which had sustained the head of the breathless

Catharine, and then returned to the place where I sat. I had no power to lift my eyes to his face: I was dubious

Alas! nothing but subjection to danger, and exposure to temptation, can show us what we are. By this test was

I now tried, and found to be cowardly and rash. Men can deliberately untie the thread of life, and of this I had

deemed myself capable; yet now that I stood upon the brink of fate, that the knife of the sacrificer was aimed

at my heart, I shuddered and betook myself to any means of escape, however monstrous.

Can I bear to thinkcan I endure to relate the outrage which my heart meditated? Where were my means of

safety? Resistance was vain. Not even the energy of despair could set me on a level with that strength which

his terrific prompter had bestowed upon Wieland. Terror enables us to perform incredible feats; but terror

Methinks it is too much. I stand aside, as it were, from myself; I estimate my own deservings; a hatred,

immortal and inexorable, is my due. I listen to my own pleas, and find them empty and false: yes, I

acknowledge that my guilt surpasses that of all mankind: I confess that the curses of a world, and the frowns

of a deity, are inadequate to my demerits. Is there a thing in the world worthy of infinite abhorrence? It is I.

What shall I say! I was menaced, as I thought, with death, and, to elude this evil, my hand was ready to inflict

death upon the menacer. In visiting my house, I had made provision against the machinations of Carwin. In a

fold of my dress an open penknife was concealed. This I now seized and drew forth. It lurked out of view: but

I now see that my state of mind would have rendered the deed inevitable if my brother had lifted his hand.

O, insupportable remembrance! hide thee from my view for a time; hide it from me that my heart was black

enough to meditate the stabbing of a brother! a brother thus supreme in misery; thus towering in virtue!

He was probably unconscious of my design, but presently drew back. This interval was sufficient to restore

me to myself. The madness, the iniquity of that act which I had purposed rushed upon my apprehension. For

a moment I was breathless with agony. At the next moment I recovered my strength, and threw the knife with

The sound awoke my brother from his reverie. He gazed alternately at me and at the weapon. With a

movement equally solemn he stooped and took it up. He placed the blade in different positions, scrutinizing it

Again he looked at me, but all that vehemence and loftiness of spirit which had so lately characterized his

features, were flown. Fallen muscles, a forehead contracted into folds, eyes dim with unbidden drops, and a

His looks touched into energy the same sympathies in me, and I poured forth a flood of tears. This passion

was quickly checked by fear, which had now, no longer, my own, but his safety for their object. I watched his

"Sister," said he, in an accent mournful and mild, "I have acted poorly my part in this world. What thinkest

I could make no answer. The mildness of his tone astonished and encouraged me. I continued to regard him

"I think," resumed he, "I will try. My wife and my babes have gone before. Happy wretches! I have sent you

These words had a meaning sufficiently intelligible. I looked at the open knife in his hand and shuddered, but

knew not how to prevent the deed which I dreaded. He quickly noticed my fears, and comprehended them.

Stretching towards me his hand, with an air of increasing mildness: "Take it," said he: "Fear not for thy own

sake, nor for mine. The cup is gone by, and its transient inebriation is succeeded by the soberness of truth.

"Thou angel whom I was wont to worship! fearest thou, my sister, for thy life? Once it was the scope of my

labours to destroy thee, but I was prompted to the deed by heaven; such, at least, was my belief. Thinkest

thou that thy death was sought to gratify malevolence? No. I am pure from all stain. I believed that my God

"Neither thee nor myself have I cause to injure. I have done my duty, and surely there is merit in having

sacrificed to that, all that is dear to the heart of man. If a devil has deceived me, he came in the habit of an

angel. If I erred, it was not my judgment that deceived me, but my senses. In thy sight, being of beings! I am

Did my ears truly report these sounds? If I did not err, my brother was restored to just perceptions. He knew

himself to have been betrayed to the murder of his wife and children, to have been the victim of infernal

artifice; yet he found consolation in the rectitude of his motives. He was not devoid of sorrow, for this was

Perhaps this was merely a transition of his former madness into a new shape. Perhaps he had not yet

awakened to the memory of the horrors which he had perpetrated. Infatuated wretch that I was! To set myself

up as a model by which to judge of my heroic brother! My reason taught me that his conclusions were right;

but conscious of the impotence of reason over my own conduct; conscious of my cowardly rashness and my

Such was my weakness, that even in the midst of these thoughts, my mind glided into abhorrence of Carwin,

My brother immediately noticed the involuntary exclamation: "Clara!" said he, "be thyself. Equity used to be

a theme for thy eloquence. Reduce its lessons to practice, and be just to that unfortunate man. The instrument

"I thank thee, my God, for this last illumination! My enemy is thine also. I deemed him to be man, the man

with whom I have often communed; but now thy goodness has unveiled to me his true nature. As the

My heart began now to misgive me. His mournful aspect had gradually yielded place to a serene brow. A new

soul appeared to actuate his frame, and his eyes to beam with preternatural lustre. These symptoms did not

"Clara! I must not leave thee in doubt. I know not what brought about thy interview with the being whom

thou callest Carwin. For a time, I was guilty of thy error, and deduced from his incoherent confessions that I

had been made the victim of human malice. He left us at my bidding, and I put up a prayer that my doubts

should be removed. Thy eyes were shut, and thy ears sealed to the vision that answered my prayer.

"I was indeed deceived. The form thou hast seen was the incarnation of a daemon. The visage and voice

which urged me to the sacrifice of my family, were his. Now he personates a human form: then he was

"Clara," he continued, advancing closer to me, "thy death must come. This minister is evil, but he from whom

his commission was received is God. Submit then with all thy wonted resignation to a decree that cannot be

reversed or resisted. Mark the clock. Three minutes are allowed to thee, in which to call up thy fortitude, and

Even now, when this scene exists only in memory, when life and all its functions have sunk into torpor, my

pulse throbs, and my hairs uprise: my brows are knit, as then; and I gaze around me in distraction. I was

unconquerably averse to death; but death, imminent and full of agony as that which was threatened, was

For him, not for myself, was my soul tormented. I might die, and no crime, surpassing the reach of mercy,

would pursue me to the presence of my Judge; but my assassin would survive to contemplate his deed, and

Wings to bear me beyond his reach I had not. I could not vanish with a thought. The door was open, but my

murderer was interposed between that and me. Of selfdefence I was incapable. The phrenzy that lately

prompted me to blood was gone; my state was desperate; my rescue was impossible.

The weight of these accumulated thoughts could not be borne. My sight became confused; my limbs were

"Spare me, my brother! Look down, righteous Judge! snatch me from this fate! take away this fury from him,

Such was the agony of my thoughts, that I noticed not steps entering my apartment. Supplicating eyes were

cast upward, but when my prayer was breathed, I once more wildly gazed at the door. A form met my sight: I

shuddered as if the God whom I invoked were present. It was Carwin that again intruded, and who stood

before me, erect in attitude, and stedfast in look! The sight of him awakened new and rapid thoughts. His

recent tale was remembered: his magical transitions and mysterious energy of voice: Whether he were

infernal or miraculous, or human, there was no power and no need to decide. Whether the contriver or not of

this spell, he was able to unbind it, and to check the fury of my brother. He had ascribed to himself intentions

not malignant. Here now was afforded a test of his truth. Let him interpose, as from above; revoke the savage

decree which the madness of Wieland has assigned to heaven, and extinguish for ever this passion for blood!

My mind detected at a glance this avenue to safety. The recommendations it possessed thronged as it were

together, and made but one impression on my intellect. Remoter effects and collateral dangers I saw not.

Perhaps the pause of an instant had sufficed to call them up. The improbability that the influence which

governed Wieland was external or human; the tendency of this stratagem to sanction so fatal an error, or

substitute a more destructive rage in place of this; the sufficiency of Carwin's mere muscular forces to

counteract the efforts, and restrain the fury of Wieland, might, at a second glance, have been discovered; but

no second glance was allowed. My first thought hurried me to action, and, fixing my eyes upon Carwin I

"O wretch! once more hast thou come? Let it be to abjure thy malice; to counterwork this hellish stratagem;

"Testify thy innocence or thy remorse: exert the powers which pertain to thee, whatever they be, to turn aside

this ruin. Thou art the author of these horrors! What have I done to deserve thus to die? How have I merited

this unrelenting persecution? I adjure thee, by that God whose voice thou hast dared to counterfeit, to save

Carwin listened to my intreaties unmoved, and turned from me. He seemed to hesitate a moment: then glided

through the door. Rage and despair stifled my utterance. The interval of respite was passed; the pangs

reserved for me by Wieland, were not to be endured; my thoughts rushed again into anarchy. Having received

the knife from his hand, I held it loosely and without regard; but now it seized again my attention, and I

He seemed to notice not the entrance or exit of Carwin. My gesture and the murderous weapon appeared to

have escaped his notice. His silence was unbroken; his eye, fixed upon the clock for a time, was now

withdrawn; fury kindled in every feature; all that was human in his face gave way to an expression

Here let me desist. Why should I rescue this event from oblivion? Why should I paint this detestable conflict?

Why not terminate at once this series of horrors?Hurry to the verge of the precipice, and cast myself for

Still I live: with this load upon my breast; with this phantom to pursue my steps; with adders lodged in my

Yes, I will rise above the sphere of mortal passions: I will spurn at the cowardly remorse that bids me seek

impunity in silence, or comfort in forgetfulness. My nerves shall be new strung to the task. Have I not

resolved? I will die. The gulph before me is inevitable and near. I will die, but then only when my tale is at an

My right hand, grasping the unseen knife, was still disengaged. It was lifted to strike. All my strength was

exhausted, but what was sufficient to the performance of this deed. Already was the energy awakened, and

the impulse given, that should bear the fatal steel to his heart, whenWieland shrunk back: his hand was

withdrawn. Breathless with affright and desperation, I stood, freed from his grasp; unassailed; untouched.

Thus long had the power which controuled the scene forborne to interfere; but now his might was irresistible,

and Wieland in a moment was disarmed of all his purposes. A voice, louder than human organs could

produce, shriller than language can depict, burst from the ceiling, and commanded himTO HOLD!

Trouble and dismay succeeded to the stedfastness that had lately been displayed in the looks of Wieland. His

eyes roved from one quarter to another, with an expression of doubt. He seemed to wait for a further

Carwin's agency was here easily recognized. I had besought him to interpose in my defence. He had flown. I

had imagined him deaf to my prayer, and resolute to see me perish: yet he disappeared merely to devise and

Why did he not forbear when this end was accomplished? Why did his misjudging zeal and accursed

precipitation overpass that limit? Or meant he thus to crown the scene, and conduct his inscrutable plots to

Such ideas were the fruit of subsequent contemplation. This moment was pregnant with fate. I had no power

to reason. In the career of my tempestuous thoughts, rent into pieces, as my mind was, by accumulating

horrors, Carwin was unseen and unsuspected. I partook of Wieland's credulity, shook with his amazement,

Silence took place for a moment; so much as allowed the attention to recover its post. Then new sounds were

"Man of errors! cease to cherish thy delusion: not heaven or hell, but thy senses have misled thee to commit

these acts. Shake off thy phrenzy, and ascend into rational and human. Be lunatic no longer."

My brother opened his lips to speak. His tone was terrific and faint. He muttered an appeal to heaven. It was

difficult to comprehend the theme of his inquiries. They implied doubt as to the nature of the impulse that

hitherto had guided him, and questioned whether he had acted in consequence of insane perceptions.

To these interrogatories the voice, which now seemed to hover at his shoulder, loudly answered in the

Fallen from his lofty and heroic station; now finally restored to the perception of truth; weighed to earth by

the recollection of his own deeds; consoled no longer by a consciousness of rectitude, for the loss of offspring

and wifea loss for which he was indebted to his own misguided hand; Wieland was transformed at once

He reflected not that credit should be as reasonably denied to the last, as to any former intimation; that one

might as justly be ascribed to erring or diseased senses as the other. He saw not that this discovery in no

degree affected the integrity of his conduct; that his motives had lost none of their claims to the homage of

mankind; that the preference of supreme good, and the boundless energy of duty, were undiminished in his

It is not for me to pursue him through the ghastly changes of his countenance. Words he had none. Now he

sat upon the floor, motionless in all his limbs, with his eyes glazed and fixed; a monument of woe.

Anon a spirit of tempestuous but undesigning activity seized him. He rose from his place and strode across

the floor, tottering and at random. His eyes were without moisture, and gleamed with the fire that consumed

his vitals. The muscles of his face were agitated by convulsion. His lips moved, but no sound escaped him.

That nature should long sustain this conflict was not to be believed. My state was little different from that of

my brother. I entered, as it were, into his thought. My heart was visited and rent by his pangsOh that thy

phrenzy had never been cured! that thy madness, with its blissful visions, would return! or, if that must not

be, that thy scene would hasten to a close! that death would cover thee with his oblivion!

What can I wish for thee? Thou who hast vied with the great preacher of thy faith in sanctity of motives, and

in elevation above sensual and selfish! Thou whom thy fate has changed into paricide and savage! Can I wish

For a time his movements seemed destitute of purpose. If he walked; if he turned; if his fingers were

entwined with each other; if his hands were pressed against opposite sides of his head with a force sufficient

to crush it into pieces; it was to tear his mind from selfcontemplation; to waste his thoughts on external

Speedily this train was broken. A beam appeared to be darted into his mind, which gave a purpose to his

efforts. An avenue to escape presented itself; and now he eagerly gazed about him: when my thoughts

became engaged by his demeanour, my fingers were stretched as by a mechanical force, and the knife, no

longer heeded or of use, escaped from my grasp, and fell unperceived on the floor. His eye now lighted upon

I shrieked aloud, but it was too late. He plunged it to the hilt in his neck; and his life instantly escaped with

the stream that gushed from the wound. He was stretched at my feet; and my hands were sprinkled with his

Such was thy last deed, my brother! For a spectacle like this was it my fate to be reserved! Thy eyes were

closedthy face ghastly with deaththy arms, and the spot where thou liedest, floated in thy life's blood!

These images have not, for a moment, forsaken me. Till I am breathless and cold, they must continue to hover

Carwin, as I said, had left the room, but he still lingered in the house. My voice summoned him to my aid; but

I scarcely noticed his reentrance, and now faintly recollect his terrified looks, his broken exclamations, his

vehement avowals of innocence, the effusions of his pity for me, and his offers of assistance.

I did not listenI answered him notI ceased to upbraid or accuse. His guilt was a point to which I was

indifferent. Ruffian or devil, black as hell or bright as angels, thenceforth he was nothing to me. I was

incapable of sparing a look or a thought from the ruin that was spread at my feet.

When he left me, I was scarcely conscious of any variation in the scene. He informed the inhabitants of the

hut of what had passed, and they flew to the spot. Careless of his own safety, he hasted to the city to inform

My uncle speedily arrived at the house. The body of Wieland was removed from my presence, and they

supposed that I would follow it; but no, my home is ascertained; here I have taken up my rest, and never will

Importunity was tried in vain: they threatened to remove me by violencenay, violence was used; but my

soul prizes too dearly this little roof to endure to be bereaved of it. Force should not prevail when the hoary

locks and supplicating tears of my uncle were ineffectual. My repugnance to move gave birth to

ferociousness and phrenzy when force was employed, and they were obliged to consent to my return.

They besought methey remonstratedthey appealed to every duty that connected me with him that made

me, and with my fellowmenin vain. While I live I will not go hence. Have I not fulfilled my destiny?

Why will ye torment me with your reasonings and reproofs? Can ye restore to me the hope of my better days?

Can ye give me back Catharine and her babes? Can ye recall to life him who died at my feet?

I will eatI will drinkI will lie down and rise up at your biddingall I ask is the choice of my abode.

What is there unreasonable in this demand? Shortly will I be at peace. This is the spot which I have chosen in

Talk not to me, O my revered friend! of Carwin. He has told thee his tale, and thou exculpatest him from all

direct concern in the fate of Wieland. This scene of havock was produced by an illusion of the senses. Be it

so: I care not from what source these disasters have flowed; it suffices that they have swallowed up our hopes

What his agency began, his agency conducted to a close. He intended, by the final effort of his power, to

rescue me and to banish his illusions from my brother. Such is his tale, concerning the truth of which I care

not. Henceforth I foster but one wishI ask only quick deliverance from life and all the ills that attend it.

Go wretch! torment me not with thy presence and thy prayers.Forgive thee? Will that avail thee when thy

fateful hour shall arrive? Be thou acquitted at thy own tribunal, and thou needest not fear the verdict of

others. If thy guilt be capable of blacker hues, if hitherto thy conscience be without stain, thy crime will be

made more flagrant by thus violating my retreat. Take thyself away from my sight if thou wouldest not

Thou are gone! murmuring and reluctant! And now my repose is comingmy work is done!

I imagined that I had forever laid aside the pen; and that I should take up my abode in this part of the world,

was of all events the least probable. My destiny I believed to be accomplished, and I looked forward to a

Surely I had reason to be weary of existence, to be impatient of every tie which held me from the grave. I

experienced this impatience in its fullest extent. I was not only enamoured of death, but conceived, from the

condition of my frame, that to shun it was impossible, even though I had ardently desired it; yet here am I, a

thousand leagues from my native soil, in full possession of life and of health, and not destitute of happiness.

Such is man. Time will obliterate the deepest impressions. Grief the most vehement and hopeless, will

gradually decay and wear itself out. Arguments may be employed in vain: every moral prescription may be

ineffectually tried: remonstrances, however cogent or pathetic, shall have no power over the attention, or

shall be repelled with disdain; yet, as day follows day, the turbulence of our emotions shall subside, and our

Perhaps, however, the conquest of despair was chiefly owing to an accident which rendered my continuance

in my own house impossible. At the conclusion of my long, and, as I then supposed, my last letter to you, I

mentioned my resolution to wait for death in the very spot which had been the principal scene of my

misfortunes. From this resolution my friends exerted themselves with the utmost zeal and perseverance to

make me depart. They justly imagined that to be thus surrounded by memorials of the fate of my family,

would tend to foster my disease. A swift succession of new objects, and the exclusion of every thing

I refused to listen to their exhortations. Great as my calamity was, to be torn from this asylum was regarded

by me as an aggravation of it. By a perverse constitution of mind, he was considered as my greatest enemy

who sought to withdraw me from a scene which supplied eternal food to my melancholy, and kept my despair

In relating the history of these disasters I derived a similar species of gratification. My uncle earnestly

dissuaded me from this task; but his remonstrances were as fruitless on this head as they had been on others.

They would have withheld from me the implements of writing; but they quickly perceived that to withstand

would be more injurious than to comply with my wishes. Having finished my tale, it seemed as if the scene

were closing. A fever lurked in my veins, and my strength was gone. Any exertion, however slight, was

I now see the infatuation and injustice of my conduct in its true colours. I reflect upon the sensations and

reasonings of that period with wonder and humiliation. That I should be insensible to the claims and tears of

my friends; that I should overlook the suggestions of duty, and fly from that post in which only I could be

instrumental to the benefit of others; that the exercise of the social and beneficent affections, the

contemplation of nature and the acquisition of wisdom should not be seen to be means of happiness still

It is true that I am now changed; but I have not the consolation to reflect that my change was owing to my

fortitude or to my capacity for instruction. Better thoughts grew up in my mind imperceptibly. I cannot but

congratulate myself on the change, though, perhaps, it merely argues a fickleness of temper, and a defect of

After my narrative was ended I betook myself to my bed, in the full belief that my career in this world was on

the point of finishing. My uncle took up his abode with me, and performed for me every office of nurse,

physician and friend. One night, after some hours of restlessness and pain, I sunk into deep sleep. Its

tranquillity, however, was of no long duration. My fancy became suddenly distempered, and my brain was

turned into a theatre of uproar and confusion. It would not be easy to describe the wild and phantastical

incongruities that pestered me. My uncle, Wieland, Pleyel and Carwin were successively and momently

discerned amidst the storm. Sometimes I was swallowed up by whirlpools, or caught up in the air by

halfseen and gigantic forms, and thrown upon pointed rocks, or cast among the billows. Sometimes gleams

of light were shot into a dark abyss, on the verge of which I was standing, and enabled me to discover, for a

moment, its enormous depth and hideous precipices. Anon, I was transported to some ridge of AEtna, and

However strange it may seem, I was conscious, even during my dream, of my real situation. I knew myself to

be asleep, and struggled to break the spell, by muscular exertions. These did not avail, and I continued to

suffer these abortive creations till a loud voice, at my bed side, and some one shaking me with violence, put

My chamber was filled with smoke, which, though in some degree luminous, would permit me to see

nothing, and by which I was nearly suffocated. The crackling of flames, and the deafening clamour of voices

without, burst upon my ears. Stunned as I was by this hubbub, scorched with heat, and nearly choaked by the

accumulating vapours, I was unable to think or act for my own preservation; I was incapable, indeed, of

I was caught up, in an instant, by a pair of sinewy arms, borne to the window, and carried down a ladder

which had been placed there. My uncle stood at the bottom and received me. I was not fully aware of my

situation till I found myself sheltered in the HUT, and surrounded by its inhabitants.

By neglect of the servant, some unextinguished embers had been placed in a barrel in the cellar of the

building. The barrel had caught fire; this was communicated to the beams of the lower floor, and thence to the

upper part of the structure. It was first discovered by some persons at a distance, who hastened to the spot and

alarmed my uncle and the servants. The flames had already made considerable progress, and my condition

My danger being known, and a ladder quickly procured, one of the spectators ascended to my chamber, and

This incident, disastrous as it may at first seem, had, in reality, a beneficial effect upon my feelings. I was, in

some degree, roused from the stupor which had seized my faculties. The monotonous and gloomy series of

my thoughts was broken. My habitation was levelled with the ground, and I was obliged to seek a new one. A

new train of images, disconnected with the fate of my family, forced itself on my attention, and a belief

insensibly sprung up, that tranquillity, if not happiness, was still within my reach. Notwithstanding the shocks

which my frame had endured, the anguish of my thoughts no sooner abated than I recovered my health.

I now willingly listened to my uncle's solicitations to be the companion of his voyage. Preparations were

easily made, and after a tedious passage, we set our feet on the shore of the ancient world. The memory of the

past did not forsake me; but the melancholy which it generated, and the tears with which it filled my eyes,

were not unprofitable. My curiosity was revived, and I contemplated, with ardour, the spectacle of living

In proportion as my heart was reinstated in the possession of its ancient tranquillity, the sentiment which I

had cherished with regard to Pleyel returned. In a short time he was united to the Saxon woman, and made his

residence in the neighbourhood of Boston. I was glad that circumstances would not permit an interview to

take place between us. I could not desire their misery; but I reaped no pleasure from reflecting on their

happiness. Time, and the exertions of my fortitude, cured me, in some degree, of this folly. I continued to

love him, but my passion was disguised to myself; I considered it merely as a more tender species of

Through my uncle's exertions a meeting was brought about between Carwin and Pleyel, and explanations

took place which restored me at once to the good opinion of the latter. Though separated so widely our

correspondence was punctual and frequent, and paved the way for that union which can only end with the

In my letters to him I made no secret of my former sentiments. This was a theme on which I could talk

without painful, though not without delicate emotions. That knowledge which I should never have imparted

A year and an half elapsed when Theresa was snatched from him by death, in the hour in which she gave him

the first pledge of their mutual affection. This event was borne by him with his customary fortitude. It

induced him, however, to make a change in his plans. He disposed of his property in America, and joined my

uncle and me, who had terminated the wanderings of two years at Montpellier, which will henceforth, I

If you reflect upon that entire confidence which had subsisted from our infancy between Pleyel and myself;

on the passion that I had contracted, and which was merely smothered for a time; and on the esteem which

was mutual, you will not, perhaps, be surprized that the renovation of our intercourse should give birth to that

union which at present subsists. When the period had elapsed necessary to weaken the remembrance of

Theresa, to whom he had been bound by ties more of honor than of love, he tendered his affections to me. I

Perhaps you are somewhat interested in the fate of Carwin. He saw, when too late, the danger of imposture.

So much affected was he by the catastrophe to which he was a witness, that he laid aside all regard to his own

safety. He sought my uncle, and confided to him the tale which he had just related to me. He found a more

impartial and indulgent auditor in Mr. Cambridge, who imputed to maniacal illusion the conduct of Wieland,

though he conceived the previous and unseen agency of Carwin, to have indirectly but powerfully

It was easy for Carwin to elude the persecutions of Ludloe. It was merely requisite to hide himself in a remote

district of Pennsylvania. This, when he parted from us, he determined to do. He is now probably engaged in

the harmless pursuits of agriculture, and may come to think, without insupportable remorse, on the evils to

which his fatal talents have given birth. The innocence and usefulness of his future life may, in some degree,

More urgent considerations hindered me from mentioning, in the course of my former mournful recital, any

particulars respecting the unfortunate father of Louisa Conway. That man surely was reserved to be a

monument of capricious fortune. His southern journies being finished, he returned to Philadelphia. Before he

reached the city he left the highway, and alighted at my brother's door. Contrary to his expectation, no one

came forth to welcome him, or hail his approach. He attempted to enter the house, but bolted doors, barred

windows, and a silence broken only by unanswered calls, shewed him that the mansion was deserted.

He proceeded thence to my habitation, which he found, in like manner, gloomy and tenantless. His surprize

may be easily conceived. The rustics who occupied the hut told him an imperfect and incredible tale. He

hasted to the city, and extorted from Mrs. Baynton a full disclosure of late disasters.

He was inured to adversity, and recovered, after no long time, from the shocks produced by this

disappointment of his darling scheme. Our intercourse did not terminate with his departure from America.

We have since met with him in France, and light has at length been thrown upon the motives which

occasioned the disappearance of his wife, in the manner which I formerly related to you.

I have dwelt upon the ardour of their conjugal attachment, and mentioned that no suspicion had ever glanced

upon her purity. This, though the belief was long cherished, recent discoveries have shewn to be

questionable. No doubt her integrity would have survived to the present moment, if an extraordinary fate had

Major Stuart had been engaged, while in Germany, in a contest of honor with an Aid de Camp of the Marquis

of Granby. His adversary had propagated a rumour injurious to his character. A challenge was sent; a meeting

ensued; and Stuart wounded and disarmed the calumniator. The offence was atoned for, and his life secured

Maxwell, that was his name, shortly after, in consequence of succeeding to a rich inheritance, sold his

commission and returned to London. His fortune was speedily augmented by an opulent marriage. Interest

was his sole inducement to this marriage, though the lady had been swayed by a credulous affection. The true

state of his heart was quickly discovered, and a separation, by mutual consent, took place. The lady withdrew

to an estate in a distant county, and Maxwell continued to consume his time and fortune in the dissipation of

Maxwell, though deceitful and sensual, possessed great force of mind and specious accomplishments. He

contrived to mislead the generous mind of Stuart, and to regain the esteem which his misconduct, for a time,

had forfeited. He was recommended by her husband to the confidence of Mrs. Stuart. Maxwell was

stimulated by revenge, and by a lawless passion, to convert this confidence into a source of guilt.

The education and capacity of this woman, the worth of her husband, the pledge of their alliance which time

had produced, her maturity in age and knowledge of the worldall combined to render this attempt hopeless.

Maxwell, however, was not easily discouraged. The most perfect being, he believed, must owe his exemption

from vice to the absence of temptation. The impulses of love are so subtile, and the influence of false

reasoning, when enforced by eloquence and passion, so unbounded, that no human virtue is secure from

degeneracy. All arts being tried, every temptation being summoned to his aid, dissimulation being carried to

its utmost bound, Maxwell, at length, nearly accomplished his purpose. The lady's affections were withdrawn

from her husband and transferred to him. She could not, as yet, be reconciled to dishonor. All efforts to

induce her to elope with him were ineffectual. She permitted herself to love, and to avow her love; but at this

Hence this revolution in her sentiments was productive only of despair. Her rectitude of principle preserved

her from actual guilt, but could not restore to her her ancient affection, or save her from being the prey of

remorseful and impracticable wishes. Her husband's absence produced a state of suspense. This, however,

approached to a period, and she received tidings of his intended return. Maxwell, being likewise apprized of

this event, and having made a last and unsuccessful effort to conquer her reluctance to accompany him in a

journey to Italy, whither he pretended an invincible necessity of going, left her to pursue the measures which

despair might suggest. At the same time she received a letter from the wife of Maxwell, unveiling the true

character of this man, and revealing facts which the artifices of her seducer had hitherto concealed from her.

Mrs. Maxwell had been prompted to this disclosure by a knowledge of her husband's practices, with which

This discovery, joined to the delicacy of her scruples and the anguish of remorse, induced her to abscond.

This scheme was adopted in haste, but effected with consummate prudence. She fled, on the eve of her

husband's arrival, in the disguise of a boy, and embarked at Falmouth in a packet bound for America.

The history of her disastrous intercourse with Maxwell, the motives inducing her to forsake her country, and

the measures she had taken to effect her design, were related to Mrs. Maxwell, in reply to her

communication. Between these women an ancient intimacy and considerable similitude of character

subsisted. This disclosure was accompanied with solemn injunctions of secrecy, and these injunctions were,

Mrs. Maxwell's abode was situated on the banks of the Wey. Stuart was her kinsman; their youth had been

spent together; and Maxwell was in some degree indebted to the man whom he betrayed, for his alliance with

this unfortunate lady. Her esteem for the character of Stuart had never been diminished. A meeting between

them was occasioned by a tour which the latter had undertaken, in the year after his return from America, to

Wales and the western counties. This interview produced pleasure and regret in each. Their own transactions

naturally became the topics of their conversation; and the untimely fate of his wife and daughter were related

Mrs. Maxwell's regard for her friend, as well as for the safety of her husband, persuaded her to concealment;

but the former being dead, and the latter being out of the kingdom, she ventured to produce Mrs. Stuart's

letter, and to communicate her own knowledge of the treachery of Maxwell. She had previously extorted

from her guest a promise not to pursue any scheme of vengeance; but this promise was made while ignorant

of the full extent of Maxwell's depravity, and his passion refused to adhere to it.

At this time my uncle and I resided at Avignon. Among the English resident there, and with whom we

maintained a social intercourse, was Maxwell. This man's talents and address rendered him a favorite both

with my uncle and myself. He had even tendered me his hand in marriage; but this being refused, he had

sought and obtained permission to continue with us the intercourse of friendship. Since a legal marriage was

impossible, no doubt, his views were flagitious. Whether he had relinquished these views I was unable to

He was one in a large circle at a villa in the environs, to which I had likewise been invited, when Stuart

abruptly entered the apartment. He was recognized with genuine satisfaction by me, and with seeming

pleasure by Maxwell. In a short time, some affair of moment being pleaded, which required an immediate

and exclusive interview, Maxwell and he withdrew together. Stuart and my uncle had been known to each

other in the German army; and the purpose contemplated by the former in this long and hasty journey, was

A defiance was given and received, and the banks of a rivulet, about a league from the city, was selected as

the scene of this contest. My uncle, having exerted himself in vain to prevent an hostile meeting, consented to

I returned early in the evening to my lodgings. Preliminaries being settled between the combatants, Stuart had

consented to spend the evening with us, and did not retire till late. On the way to his hotel he was exposed to

no molestation, but just as he stepped within the portico, a swarthy and malignant figure started from behind

The author of this treason could not certainly be discovered; but the details communicated by Stuart,

respecting the history of Maxwell, naturally pointed him out as an object of suspicion. No one expressed

more concern, on account of this disaster, than he; and he pretended an ardent zeal to vindicate his character

from the aspersions that were cast upon it. Thenceforth, however, I denied myself to his visits; and shortly

Few possessed more estimable qualities, and a better title to happiness and the tranquil honors of long life,

than the mother and father of Louisa Conway: yet they were cut off in the bloom of their days; and their

destiny was thus accomplished by the same hand. Maxwell was the instrument of their destruction, though

I leave you to moralize on this tale. That virtue should become the victim of treachery is, no doubt, a

mournful consideration; but it will not escape your notice, that the evils of which Carwin and Maxwell were

the authors, owed their existence to the errors of the sufferers. All efforts would have been ineffectual to

subvert the happiness or shorten the existence of the Stuarts, if their own frailty had not seconded these

efforts. If the lady had crushed her disastrous passion in the bud, and driven the seducer from her presence,

when the tendency of his artifices was seen; if Stuart had not admitted the spirit of absurd revenge, we should

not have had to deplore this catastrophe. If Wieland had framed juster notions of moral duty, and of the

divine attributes; or if I had been gifted with ordinary equanimity or foresight, the doubletongued deceiver