Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Frankenstein or
The Modern Prometheus
Did I request thee Maker from my clay
To mould Me man Did I solicit thee
From darkness to promote me
Paradise Lost X 7435
To
WILLIAM GODWIN
Author of Political Justice Caleb Williams etc
These Volumes
Are respectfully inscribed
by
The Author
Introduction
The Publishers of the Standard Novels in selecting »Frankenstein« for one of
their series expressed a wish that I should furnish them with some account of
the origin of the story I am the more willing to comply because I shall thus
give a general answer to the question so very frequently asked me »How I
then a young girl came to think of and to dilate upon so very hideous an
idea« It is true that I am very averse to bringing myself forward in print but
as my account will only appear as an appendage to a former production and as it
will be confined to such topics as have connection with my authorship alone I
can scarcely accuse myself of a personal intrusion
It is not singular that as the daughter of two persons of distinguished
literary celebrity I should very early in life have thought of writing As a
child I scribbled and my favourite pastime during the hours given me for
recreation was to write stories Still I had a dearer pleasure than this which
was the formation of castles in the air the indulging in waking dreams the
following up trains of thought which had for their subject the formation of a
succession of imaginary incidents My dreams were at once more fantastic and
agreeable than my writings In the latter I was a close imitator rather doing
as others had done than putting down the suggestions of my own mind What I
wrote was intended at least for one other eye my childhoods companion and
friend but my dreams were all my own I accounted for them to nobody they were
my refuge when annoyed my dearest pleasure when free
I lived principally in the country as a girl and passed a considerable time
in Scotland I made occasional visits to the more picturesque parts but my
habitual residence was on the blank and dreary northern shores of the Tay near
Dundee Blank and dreary on retrospection I call them they were not so to me
then They were the eyry of freedom and the pleasant region where unheeded I
could commune with the creatures of my fancy I wrote then but in a most
commonplace style It was beneath the trees of the grounds belonging to our
house or on the bleak sides of the woodless mountains near that my true
compositions the airy flights of my imagination were born and fostered I did
not make myself the heroine of my tales Life appeared to me too commonplace an
affair as regarded myself I could not figure to myself that romantic woes or
wonderful events would ever be my lot but I was not confined to my own
identity and I could people the hours with creations far more interesting to me
at that age than my own sensations
After this my life became busier and reality stood in place of fiction My
husband however was from the first very anxious that I should prove myself
worthy of my parentage and enrol myself on the page of fame He was for ever
inciting me to obtain literary reputation which even on my own part I cared for
then though since I have become infinitely indifferent to it At this time he
desired that I should write not so much with the idea that I could produce any
thing worthy of notice but that he might himself judge how far I possessed the
promise of better things hereafter Still I did nothing Travelling and the
cares of a family occupied my time and study in the way of reading or
improving my ideas in communication with his far more cultivated mind was all
of literary employment that engaged my attention
In the summer of 1816 we visited Switzerland and became the neighbours of
Lord Byron At first we spent our pleasant hours on the lake or wandering on
its shores and Lord Byron who was writing the third canto of Childe Harold
was the only one among us who put his thoughts upon paper These as he brought
them successively to us clothed in all the light and harmony of poetry seemed
to stamp as divine the glories of heaven and earth whose influences we partook
with him
But it proved a wet ungenial summer and incessant rain often confined us
for days to the house Some volumes of ghost stories translated from the German
into French fell into our hands There was the History of the Inconstant Lover
who when he thought to clasp the bride to whom he had pledged his vows found
himself in the arms of the pale ghost of her whom he had deserted There was the
tale of the sinful founder of his race whose miserable doom it was to bestow
the kiss of death on all the younger sons of his fated house just when they
reached the age of promise His gigantic shadowy form clothed like the ghost
in Hamlet in complete armour but with the beaver up was seen at midnight by
the moonss fitful beams to advance slowly along the gloomy avenue The shape
was lost beneath the shadow of the castle walls but soon a gate swung back a
step was heard the door of the chamber opened and he advanced to the couch of
the blooming youths cradled in healthy sleep Eternal sorrow sat upon his face
as he bent down and kissed the forehead of the boys who from that hour withered
like flowers snapt upon the stalk I have not seen these stories since then but
their incidents are as fresh in my mind as if I had read them yesterday
»We will each write a ghost story« said Lord Byron and his proposition was
acceded to There were four of us The noble author began a tale a fragment of
which he printed at the end of his poem of Mazeppa Shelley more apt to embody
ideas and sentiments in the radiance of brilliant imagery and in the music of
the most melodious verse that adorns our language than to invent the machinery
of a story commenced one founded on the experiences of his early life Poor
Polidori had some terrible idea about a skullheaded lady who was so punished
for peeping through a keyhole what to see I forget something very shocking
and wrong of course but when she was reduced to a worse condition than the
renowned Tom of Coventry he did not know what to do with her and was obliged
to despatch her to the tomb of the Capulets the only place for which she was
fitted The illustrious poets also annoyed by the platitude of prose speedily
relinquished their uncongenial task
I busied myself to think of a story a story to rival those which had
excited us to this task One which would speak to the mysterious fears of our
nature and awaken thrilling horror one to make the reader dread to look
round to curdle the blood and quicken the beatings of the heart If I did not
accomplish these things my ghost story would be unworthy of its name I thought
and pondered vainly I felt that blank incapability of invention which is the
greatest misery of authorship when dull Nothing replies to our anxious
invocations Have you thought of a story I was asked each morning and each
morning I was forced to reply with a mortifying negative
Every thing must have a beginning to speak in Sanchean phrase and that
beginning must be linked to something that went before The Hindoos give the
world an elephant to support it but they make the elephant stand upon a
tortoise Invention it must be humbly admitted does not consist in creating
out of void but out of chaos the materials must in the first place be
afforded it can give form to dark shapeless substances but cannot bring into
being the substance itself In all matters of discovery and invention even of
those that appertain to the imagination we are continually reminded of the
story of Columbus and his egg Invention consists in the capacity of seizing on
the capabilities of a subject and in the power of moulding and fashioning ideas
suggested to it
Many and long were the conversations between Lord Byron and Shelley to
which I was a devout but nearly silent listener During one of these various
philosopical doctrines were discussed and among others the nature of the
principle of life and whether there was any probability of its ever being
discovered and communicated They talked of the experiments of Dr Darwin I
speak not of what the Doctor really did or said that he did but as more to my
purpose of what was then spoken of as having been done by him who preserved a
piece of vermicelli in a glass case till by some extraordinary means it began
to move with voluntary motion Not thus after all would life be given Perhaps
a corpse would be reanimated galvanism had given token of such things perhaps
the component parts of a creature might be manufactured brought together and
endued with vital warmth
Night waned upon this talk and even the witching hour had gone by before
we retired to rest When I placed my head on my pillow I did not sleep nor
could I be said to think My imagination unbidden possessed and guided me
gifting the successive images that arose in my mind with a vividness far beyond
the usual bounds of reverie I saw with shut eyes but acute mental vision
I saw the pale student of unhallowed arts kneeling beside the thing he had put
together I saw the hideous phantasm of a man stretched out and then on the
working of some powerful engine show signs of life and stir with an uneasy
half vital motion Frightful must it be for supremely frightful would be the
effect of any human endeavour to mock the stupendous mechanism of the Creator of
the world His success would terrify the artist he would rush away from his
odious handywork horrorstricken He would hope that left to itself the
slight spark of life which he had communicated would fade that this thing
which had received such imperfect animation would subside into dead matter and
he might sleep in the belief that the silence of the grave would quench for ever
the transient existence of the hideous corpse which he had looked upon as the
cradle of life He sleeps but he is awakened he opens his eyes behold the
horrid thing stands at his bedside opening his curtains and looking on him
with yellow watery but speculative eyes
I opened mine in terror The idea so possessed my mind that a thrill of
fear ran through me and I wished to exchange the ghastly image of my fancy for
the realities around I see them still the very room the dark parquet the
closed shutters with the moonlight struggling through and the sense I had that
the glassy lake and white high Alps were beyond I could not so easily get rid
of my hideous phantom still it haunted me I must try to think of something
else I recurred to my ghost story my tiresome unlucky ghost story O if I
could only contrive one which would frighten my reader as I myself had been
frightened that night
Swift as light and as cheering was the idea that broke in upon me »I have
found it What terrified me will terrify others and I need only describe the
spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow« On the morrow I announced that I
had thought of a story I began that day with the words It was on a dreary
night of November making only a transcript of the grim terrors of my waking
dream
At first I thought but of a few pages of a short tale but Shelley urged
me to develope the idea at greater length I certainly did not owe the
suggestion of one incident nor scarcely of one train of feeling to my husband
and yet but for his incitement it would never have taken the form in which it
was presented to the world From this declaration I must except the preface As
far as I can recollect it was entirely written by him
And now once again I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper I have
an affection for it for it was the offspring of happy days when death and
grief were but words which found no true echo in my heart Its several pages
speak of many a walk many a drive and many a conversation when I was not
alone and my companion was one who in this world I shall never see more But
this is for myself my readers have nothing to do with these associations
I will add but one word as to the alterations I have made They are
principally those of style I have changed no portion of the story nor
introduced any new ideas or circumstances I have mended the language where it
was so bald as to interfere with the interest of the narrative and these
changes occur almost exclusively in the beginning of the first volume
Throughout they are entirely confined to such parts as are mere adjuncts to the
story leaving the core and substance of it untouched
M W S
London October 15 1831
Preface
The event on which this fiction is founded has been supposed by Dr Darwin
and some of the physiological writers of Germany as not of impossible
occurrence I shall not be supposed as according the remotest degree of serious
faith to such an imagination yet in assuming it as the basis of a work of
fancy I have not considered myself as merely weaving a series of supernatural
terrors The event on which the interest of the story depends is exempt from the
disadvantages of a mere tale of spectres or enchantment It was recommended by
the novelty of the situations which it developes and however impossible as a
physical fact affords a point of view to the imagination for the delineating of
human passions more comprehensive and commanding than any which the ordinary
relations of existing events can yield
I have thus endeavoured to preserve the truth of the elementary principles
of human nature while I have not scrupled to innovate upon their combinations
The Iliad the tragic poetry of Greece Shakespeare in the Tempest and
Midsummer Nights Dream and most especially Milton in Paradise Lost conform
to this rule and the most humble novelist who seeks to confer or receive
amusement from his labours may without presumption apply to prose fiction a
licence or rather a rule from the adoption of which so many exquisite
combinations of human feeling have resulted in the highest specimens of poetry
The circumstance on which my story rests was suggested in casual
conversation It was commenced partly as a source of amusement and partly as an
expedient for exercising any untried resources of mind Other motives were
mingled with these as the work proceeded I am by no means indifferent to the
manner in which whatever moral tendencies exist in the sentiments or characters
it contains shall affect the reader yet my chief concern in this respect has
been limited to the avoiding the enervating effects of the novels of the present
day and to the exhibition of the amiableness of domestic affection and the
excellence of universal virtue The opinions which naturally spring from the
character and situation of the hero are by no means to be conceived as existing
always in my own conviction nor is any inference justly to be drawn from the
following pages as prejudicing any philosophical doctrine of whatever kind
It is a subject also of additional interest to the author that this story
was begun in the majestic region where the scene is principally laid and in
society which cannot cease to be regretted I passed the summer of 1816 in the
environs of Geneva The season was cold and rainy and in the evenings we
crowded around a blazing wood fire and occasionally amused ourselves with some
German stories of ghosts which happened to fall into our hands These tales
excited in us a playful desire of imitation Two other friends a tale from the
pen of one of whom would be far more acceptable to the public than any thing I
can ever hope to produce and myself agreed to write each a story founded on
some supernatural occurrence
The weather however suddenly became serene and my two friends left me on
a journey among the Alps and lost in the magnificent scenes which they
present all memory of their ghostly visions The following tale is the only one
which has been completed
Marlow September 1817
Letter I
To Mrs Saville England
St Petersburgh Dec 11th 17
You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an
enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings I arrived here
yesterday and my first task is to assure my dear sister of my welfare and
increasing confidence in the success of my undertaking
I am already far north of London and as I walk in the streets of
Petersburgh I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks which braces my
nerves and fills me with delight Do you understand this feeling This breeze
which has travelled from the regions towards which I am advancing gives me a
foretaste of those icy climes Inspirited by this wind of promise my day dreams
become more fervent and vivid I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole is
the seat of frost and desolation it ever presents itself to my imagination as
the region of beauty and delight There Margaret the sun is for ever visible
its broad disk just skirting the horizon and diffusing a perpetual splendour
There for with your leave my sister I will put some trust in preceding
navigators there snow and frost are banished and sailing over a calm sea we
may be wafted to a land surpassing in wonders and in beauty every region
hitherto discovered on the habitable globe Its productions and features may be
without example as the phenomena of the heavenly bodies undoubtedly are in
those undiscovered solitudes What may not be expected in a country of eternal
light I may there discover the wondrous power which attracts the needle and
may regulate a thousand celestial observations that require only this voyage to
render their seeming eccentricities consistent for ever I shall satiate my
ardent curiosity with the sight of a part of the world never before visited and
may tread a land never before imprinted by the foot of man These are my
enticements and they are sufficient to conquer all fear of danger or death and
to induce me to commence this laborious voyage with the joy a child feels when
he embarks in a little boat with his holiday mates on an expedition of
discovery up his native river But supposing all these conjectures to be false
you cannot contest the inestimable benefit which I shall confer on all mankind
to the last generation by discovering a passage near the pole to those
countries to reach which at present so many months are requisite or by
ascertaining the secret of the magnet which if at all possible can only be
effected by an undertaking such as mine
These reflections have dispelled the agitation with which I began my letter
and I feel my heart glow with an enthusiasm which elevates me to heaven for
nothing contributes so much to tranquillise the mind as a steady purpose a
point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye This expedition has been
the favourite dream of my early years I have read with ardour the accounts of
the various voyages which have been made in the prospect of arriving at the
North Pacific Ocean through the seas which surround the pole You may remember
that a history of all the voyages made for purposes of discovery composed the
whole of our good uncle Thomass library My education was neglected yet I was
passionately fond of reading These volumes were my study day and night and my
familiarity with them increased that regret which I had felt as a child on
learning that my fathers dying injunction had forbidden my uncle to allow me to
embark in a seafaring life
These visions faded when I perused for the first time those poets whose
effusions entranced my soul and lifted it to heaven I also became a poet and
for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation I imagined that I also
might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are
consecrated You are well acquainted with my failure and how heavily I bore the
disappointment But just at that time I inherited the fortune of my cousin and
my thoughts were turned into the channel of their earlier bent
Six years have passed since I resolved on my present undertaking I can
even now remember the hour from which I dedicated myself to this great
enterprise I commenced by inuring my body to hardship I accompanied the
whalefishers on several expeditions to the North Sea I voluntarily endured
cold famine thirst and want of sleep I often worked harder than the common
sailors during the day and devoted my nights to the study of mathematics the
theory of medicine and those branches of physical science from which a naval
adventurer might derive the greatest practical advantage Twice I actually hired
myself as an undermate in a Greenland whaler and acquitted myself to
admiration I must own I felt a little proud when my captain offered me the
second dignity in the vessel and entreated me to remain with the greatest
earnestness so valuable did he consider my services
And now dear Margaret do I not deserve to accomplish some great purpose
My life might have been passed in ease and luxury but I preferred glory to
every enticement that wealth placed in my path Oh that some encouraging voice
would answer in the affirmative My courage and my resolution is firm but my
hopes fluctuate and my spirits are often depressed I am about to proceed on a
long and difficult voyage the emergencies of which will demand all my
fortitude I am required not only to raise the spirits of others but sometimes
to sustain my own when theirs are failing
This is the most favourable period for travelling in Russia They fly
quickly over the snow in their sledges the motion is pleasant and in my
opinion far more agreeable than that of an English stagecoach The cold is not
excessive if you are wrapped in furs a dress which I have already adopted
for there is a great difference between walking the deck and remaining seated
motionless for hours when no exercise prevents the blood from actually freezing
in your veins I have no ambition to lose my life on the postroad between St
Petersburgh and Archangel
I shall depart for the latter town in a fortnight or three weeks and my
intention is to hire a ship there which can easily be done by paying the
insurance for the owner and to engage as many sailors as I think necessary
among those who are accustomed to the whalefishing I do not intend to sail
until the month of June and when shall I return Ah dear sister how can I
answer this question If I succeed many many months perhaps years will pass
before you and I may meet If I fail you will see me again soon or never
Farewell my dear excellent Margaret Heaven shower down blessings on you
and save me that I may again and again testify my gratitude for all your love
and kindness
Your affectionate brother
R WALTON
Letter II
To Mrs Saville England
Archangel 28th March 17
How slowly the time passes here encompassed as I am by frost and snow yet a
second step is taken towards my enterprise I have hired a vessel and am
occupied in collecting my sailors those whom I have already engaged appear to
be men on whom I can depend and are certainly possessed of dauntless courage
But I have one want which I have never yet been able to satisfy and the
absence of the object of which I now feel as a most severe evil I have no
friend Margaret when I am glowing with the enthusiasm of success there will
be none to participate my joy if I am assailed by disappointment no one will
endeavour to sustain me in dejection I shall commit my thoughts to paper it is
true but that is a poor medium for the communication of feeling I desire the
company of a man who could sympathise with me whose eyes would reply to mine
You may deem me romantic my dear sister but I bitterly feel the want of a
friend I have no one near me gentle yet courageous possessed of a cultivated
as well as of a capacious mind whose tastes are like my own to approve or
amend my plans How would such a friend repair the faults of your poor brother
I am too ardent in execution and too impatient of difficulties But it is a
still greater evil to me that I am selfeducated for the first fourteen years
of my life I ran wild on a common and read nothing but our uncle Thomass books
of voyages At that age I became acquainted with the celebrated poets of our own
country but it was only when it had ceased to be in my power to derive its most
important benefits from such a conviction that I perceived the necessity of
becoming acquainted with more languages than that of my native country Now I am
twentyeight and am in reality more illiterate than many schoolboys of fifteen
It is true that I have thought more and that my day dreams are more extended
and magnificent but they want as the painters call it keeping and I greatly
need a friend who would have sense enough not to despise me as romantic and
affection enough for me to endeavour to regulate my mind
Well these are useless complaints I shall certainly find no friend on the
wide ocean nor even here in Archangel among merchants and seamen Yet some
feelings unallied to the dross of human nature beat even in these rugged
bosoms My lieutenant for instance is a man of wonderful courage and
enterprise he is madly desirous of glory or rather to word my phrase more
characteristically of advancement in his profession He is an Englishman and
in the midst of national and professional prejudices unsoftened by cultivation
retains some of the noblest endowments of humanity I first became acquainted
with him on board a whale vessel finding that he was unemployed in this city I
easily engaged him to assist in my enterprise
The master is a person of an excellent disposition and is remarkable in the
ship for his gentleness and the mildness of his discipline This circumstance
added to his well known integrity and dauntless courage made me very desirous
to engage him A youth passed in solitude my best years spent under your gentle
and feminine fosterage has so refined the groundwork of my character that I
cannot overcome an intense distaste to the usual brutality exercised on board
ship I have never believed it to be necessary and when I heard of a mariner
equally noted for his kindliness of heart and the respect and obedience paid to
him by his crew I felt myself peculiarly fortunate in being able to secure his
services I heard of him first in rather a romantic manner from a lady who owes
to him the happiness of her life This briefly is his story Some years ago
he loved a young Russian lady of moderate fortune and having amassed a
considerable sum in prizemoney the father of the girl consented to the match
He saw his mistress once before the destined ceremony but she was bathed in
tears and throwing herself at his feet entreated him to spare her confessing
at the same time that she loved another but that he was poor and that her
father would never consent to the union My generous friend reassured the
suppliant and on being informed of the name of her lover instantly abandoned
his pursuit He had already bought a farm with his money on which he had
designed to pass the remainder of his life but he bestowed the whole on his
rival together with the remains of his prizemoney to purchase stock and then
himself solicited the young womans father to consent to her marriage with her
lover But the old man decidedly refused thinking himself bound in honour to my
friend who when he found the father inexorable quitted his country nor
returned until he heard that his former mistress was married according to her
inclinations »What a noble fellow« you will exclaim He is so but then he is
wholly uneducated he is as silent as a Turk and a kind of ignorant
carelessness attends him which while it renders his conduct the more
astonishing detracts from the interest and sympathy which otherwise he would
command
Yet do not suppose because I complain a little or because I can conceive a
consolation for my toils which I may never know that I am wavering in my
resolutions Those are as fixed as fate and my voyage is only now delayed until
the weather shall permit my embarkation The winter has been dreadfully severe
but the spring promises well and it is considered as a remarkably early season
so that perhaps I may sail sooner than I expected I shall do nothing rashly
you know me sufficiently to confide in my prudence and considerateness whenever
the safety of others is committed to my care
I cannot describe to you my sensations on the near prospect of my
undertaking It is impossible to communicate to you a conception of the
trembling sensation half pleasurable and half fearful with which I am
preparing to depart I am going to unexplored regions to the land of mist and
snow but I shall kill no albatross therefore do not be alarmed for my safety
or if I should come back to you as worn and woful as the »Ancient Mariner« You
will smile at my allusion but I will disclose a secret I have often attributed
my attachment to my passionate enthusiasm for the dangerous mysteries of
ocean to that production of the most imaginative of modern poets There is
something at work in my soul which I do not understand I am practically
industrious painstaking a workman to execute with perseverance and labour
but besides this there is a love for the marvellous a belief in the
marvellous intertwined in all my projects which hurries me out of the common
pathways of men even to the wild sea and unvisited regions I am about to
explore
But to return to dearer considerations Shall I meet you again after having
traversed immense seas and returned by the most southern cape of Africa or
America I dare not expect such success yet I cannot bear to look on the
reverse of the picture Continue for the present to write to me by every
opportunity I may receive your letters on some occasions when I need them most
to support my spirits I love you very tenderly Remember me with affection
should you never hear from me again
Your affectionate brother
ROBERT WALTON
Letter III
To Mrs Saville England
July 7th 17
My dear Sister
I write a few lines in haste to say that I am safe and well advanced on my
voyage This letter will reach England by a merchantman now on its homeward
voyage from Archangel more fortunate than I who may not see my native land
perhaps for many years I am however in good spirits my men are bold and
apparently firm of purpose nor do the floating sheets of ice that continually
pass us indicating the dangers of the region towards which we are advancing
appear to dismay them We have already reached a very high latitude but it is
the height of summer and although not so warm as in England the southern
gales which blow us speedily towards those shores which I so ardently desire to
attain breathe a degree of renovating warmth which I had not expected
No incidents have hitherto befallen us that would make a figure in a letter
One or two stiff gales and the springing of a leak are accidents which
experienced navigators scarcely remember to record and I shall be well content
if nothing worse happen to us during our voyage
Adieu my dear Margaret Be assured that for my own sake as well as yours
I will not rashly encounter danger I will be cool persevering and prudent
But success shall crown my endeavours Wherefore not Thus far I have gone
tracing a secure way over the pathless seas the very stars themselves being
witnesses and testimonies of my triumph Why not still proceed over the untamed
yet obedient element What can stop the determined heart and resolved will of
man
My swelling heart involuntarily pours itself out thus But I must finish
Heaven bless my beloved sister
R W
Letter IV
To Mrs Saville England
August 5th 17
So strange an accident has happened to us that I cannot forbear recording it
although it is very probable that you will see me before these papers can come
into your possession
Last Monday July 31st we were nearly surrounded by ice which closed in
the ship on all sides scarcely leaving her the searoom in which she floated
Our situation was somewhat dangerous especially as we were compassed round by a
very thick fog We accordingly lay to hoping that some change would take place
in the atmosphere and weather
About two oclock the mist cleared away and we beheld stretched out in
every direction vast and irregular plains of ice which seemed to have no end
Some of my comrades groaned and my own mind began to grow watchful with anxious
thoughts when a strange sight suddenly attracted our attention and diverted
our solicitude from our own situation We perceived a low carriage fixed on a
sledge and drawn by dogs pass on towards the north at the distance of half a
mile a being which had the shape of a man but apparently of gigantic stature
sat in the sledge and guided the dogs We watched the rapid progress of the
traveller with our telescopes until he was lost among the distant inequalities
of the ice
This appearance excited our unqualified wonder We were as we believed
many hundred miles from any land but this apparition seemed to denote that it
was not in reality so distant as we had supposed Shut in however by ice it
was impossible to follow his track which we had observed with the greatest
attention
About two hours after this occurrence we heard the ground sea and before
night the ice broke and freed our ship We however lay to until the morning
fearing to encounter in the dark those large loose masses which float about
after the breaking up of the ice I profited of this time to rest for a few
hours
In the morning however as soon as it was light I went upon deck and
found all the sailors busy on one side of the vessel apparently talking to some
one in the sea It was in fact a sledge like that we had seen before which
had drifted towards us in the night on a large fragment of ice Only one dog
remained alive but there was a human being within it whom the sailors were
persuading to enter the vessel He was not as the other traveller seemed to be
a savage inhabitant of some undiscovered island but an European When I
appeared on deck the master said »Here is our captain and he will not allow
you to perish on the open sea«
On perceiving me the stranger addressed me in English although with a
foreign accent »Before I come on board your vessel« said he »will you have
the kindness to inform me whither you are bound«
You may conceive my astonishment on hearing such a question addressed to me
from a man on the brink of destruction and to whom I should have supposed that
my vessel would have been a resource which he would not have exchanged for the
most precious wealth the earth can afford I replied however that we were on a
voyage of discovery towards the northern pole
Upon hearing this he appeared satisfied and consented to come on board
Good God Margaret if you had seen the man who thus capitulated for his safety
your surprise would have been boundless His limbs were nearly frozen and his
body dreadfully emaciated by fatigue and suffering I never saw a man in so
wretched a condition We attempted to carry him into the cabin but as soon as
he had quitted the fresh air he fainted We accordingly brought him back to the
deck and restored him to animation by rubbing him with brandy and forcing him
to swallow a small quantity As soon as he showed signs of life we wrapped him
up in blankets and placed him near the chimney of the kitchen stove By slow
degrees he recovered and ate a little soup which restored him wonderfully
Two days passed in this manner before he was able to speak and I often
feared that his suffering had deprived him of understanding When he had in some
measure recovered I removed him to my own cabin and attended on him as much as
my duty would permit I never saw a more interesting creature his eyes have
generally an expression of wildness and even madness but there are moments
when if any one performs an act of kindness towards him or does him any the
most trifling service his whole countenance is lighted up as it were with a
beam of benevolence and sweetness that I never saw equalled But he is generally
melancholy and despairing and sometimes he gnashes his teeth as if impatient
of the weight of woes that oppresses him
When my guest was a little recovered I had great trouble to keep off the
men who wished to ask him a thousand questions but I would not allow him to be
tormented by their idle curiosity in a state of body and mind whose restoration
evidently depended upon entire repose Once however the lieutenant asked Why
he had come so far upon the ice in so strange a vehicle
His countenance instantly assumed an aspect of the deepest gloom and he
replied »To seek one who fled from me«
»And did the man whom you pursued travel in the same fashion«
»Yes«
»Then I fancy we have seen him for the day before we picked you up we saw
some dogs drawing a sledge with a man in it across the ice«
This aroused the strangers attention and he asked a multitude of questions
concerning the route which the dæmon as he called him had pursued Soon after
when he was alone with me he said »I have doubtless excited your
curiosity as well as that of these good people but you are too considerate to
make enquiries«
»Certainly it would indeed be very impertinent and inhuman in me to trouble
you with any inquisitiveness of mine«
»And yet you rescued me from a strange and perilous situation you have
benevolently restored me to life«
Soon after this he enquired if I thought that the breaking up of the ice had
destroyed the other sledge I replied that I could not answer with any degree
of certainty for the ice had not broken until near midnight and the traveller
might have arrived at a place of safety before that time but of this I could
not judge
From this time a new spirit of life animated the decaying frame of the
stranger He manifested the greatest eagerness to be upon deck to watch for the
sledge which had before appeared but I have persuaded him to remain in the
cabin for he is far too weak to sustain the rawness of the atmosphere I have
promised that some one should watch for him and give him instant notice if any
new object should appear in sight
Such is my journal of what relates to this strange occurrence up to the
present day The stranger has gradually improved in health but is very silent
and appears uneasy when any one except myself enters his cabin Yet his manners
are so conciliating and gentle that the sailors are all interested in him
although they have had very little communication with him For my own part I
begin to love him as a brother and his constant and deep grief fills me with
sympathy and compassion He must have been a noble creature in his better days
being even now in wreck so attractive and amiable
I said in one of my letters my dear Margaret that I should find no friend
on the wide ocean yet I have found a man who before his spirit had been broken
by misery I should have been happy to have possessed as the brother of my
heart
I shall continue my journal concerning the stranger at intervals should I
have any fresh incidents to record
August 13th 17
My affection for my guest increases every day He excites at once my admiration
and my pity to an astonishing degree How can I see so noble a creature
destroyed by misery without feeling the most poignant grief He is so gentle
yet so wise his mind is so cultivated and when he speaks although his words
are culled with the choicest art yet they flow with rapidity and unparalleled
eloquence
He is now much recovered from his illness and is continually on the deck
apparently watching for the sledge that preceded his own Yet although unhappy
he is not so utterly occupied by his own misery but that he interests himself
deeply in the projects of others He has frequently conversed with me on mine
which I have communicated to him without disguise He entered attentively into
all my arguments in favour of my eventual success and into every minute detail
of the measures I had taken to secure it I was easily led by the sympathy which
he evinced to use the language of my heart to give utterance to the burning
ardour of my soul and to say with all the fervour that warmed me how gladly I
would sacrifice my fortune my existence my every hope to the furtherance of
my enterprise One mans life or death were but a small price to pay for the
acquirement of the knowledge which I sought for the dominion I should acquire
and transmit over the elemental foes of our race As I spoke a dark gloom
spread over my listeners countenance A first I perceived that he tried to
suppress his emotion he placed his hands before his eyes and my voice quivered
and failed me as I beheld tears trickle fast from between his fingers a
groan burst from his heaving breast I paused at length he spoke in broken
accents »Unhappy man Do you share my madness Have you drank also of the
intoxicating draught Hear me let me reveal my tale and you will dash the
cup from your lips«
Such words you may imagine strongly excited my curiosity but the paroxysm
of grief that had seized the stranger overcame his weakened powers and many
hours of repose and tranquil conversation were necessary to restore his
composure
Having conquered the violence of his feelings he appeared to despise
himself for being the slave of passion and quelling the dark tyranny of
despair he led me again to converse concerning myself personally He asked me
the history of my earlier years The tale was quickly told but it awakened
various trains of reflection I spoke of my desire of finding a friend of my
thirst for a more intimate sympathy with a fellow mind than had ever fallen to
my lot and expressed my conviction that a man could boast of little happiness
who did not enjoy this blessing
»I agree with you« replied the stranger »we are unfashioned creatures but
half made up if one wiser better dearer than ourselves such a friend ought
to be do not lend his aid to perfectionate our weak and faulty natures I once
had a friend the most noble of human creatures and am entitled therefore to
judge respecting friendship You have hope and the world before you and have
no cause for despair But I I have lost every thing and cannot begin life
anew«
As he said this his countenance became expressive of a calm settled grief
that touched me to the heart But he was silent and presently retired to his
cabin
Even broken in spirit as he is no one can feel more deeply than he does the
beauties of nature The starry sky the sea and every sight afforded by these
wonderful regions seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from
earth Such a man has a double existence he may suffer misery and be
overwhelmed by disappointments yet when he has retired into himself he will
be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him within whose circle no
grief or folly ventures
Will you smile at the enthusiasm I express concerning this divine wanderer
You would not if you saw him You have been tutored and refined by books and
retirement from the world and you are therefore somewhat fastidious but this
only renders you the more fit to appreciate the extraordinary merits of this
wonderful man Sometimes I have endeavoured to discover what quality it is which
he possesses that elevates him so immeasurably above any other person I ever
knew I believe it to be an intuitive discernment a quick but neverfailing
power of judgment a pentration into the causes of things unequalled for
clearness and precision add to this a facility of expression and a voice whose
varied intonations are soulsubduing music
August 19 17
Yesterday the stranger said to me »You may easily perceive Captain Walton
that I have suffered great and unparalleled misfortunes I had determined at
one time that the memory of these evils should die with me but you have won me
to alter my determination You seek for knowledge and wisdom as I once did and
I ardently hope that the gratification of your wishes may not be a serpent to
sting you as mine has been I do not know that the relation of my disasters
will be useful to you yet when I reflect that you are pursuing the same
course exposing yourself to the same dangers which have rendered me what I am
I imagine that you may deduce an apt moral from my tale one that may direct you
if you succeed in your undertaking and console you in case of failure Prepare
to hear of occurrences which are usually deemed marvellous Were we among the
tamer scenes of nature I might fear to encounter your unbelief perhaps your
ridicule but many things will appear possible in these wild and mysterious
regions which would provoke the laughter of those unacquainted with the
evervaried powers of nature nor can I doubt but that my tale conveys in its
series internal evidence of the truth of the events of which it is composed«
You may easily imagine that I was much gratified by the offered
communication yet I could not endure that he should renew his grief by a
recital of his misfortunes I felt the greatest eagerness to hear the promised
narrative partly from curiosity and partly from a strong desire to ameliorate
his fate if it were in my power I expressed these feelings in my answer
»I thank you« he replied »for your sympathy but it is useless my fate is
nearly fulfilled I wait but for one event and then I shall repose in peace I
understand your feeling« continued he perceiving that I wished to interrupt
him »but you are mistaken my friend if thus you will allow me to name you
nothing can alter my destiny listen to my history and you will perceive how
irrevocably it is determined«
He then told me that he would commence his narrative the next day when I
should be at leisure This promise drew from me the warmest thanks I have
resolved every night when I am not imperatively occupied by my duties to
record as nearly as possible in his own words what he has related during the
day If I should be engaged I will at least make notes This manuscript will
doubtless afford you the greatest pleasure but to me who know him and who
hear it from his own lips with what interest and sympathy shall I read it in
some future day Even now as I commence my task his fulltoned voice swells in
my ears his lustrous eyes dwell on me with all their melancholy sweetness I
see his thin hand raised in animation while the lineaments of his face are
irradiated by the soul within Strange and harrowing must be his story
frightful the storm which embraced the gallant vessel on its course and wrecked
it thus
Chapter I
I am by birth a Genevese and my family is one of the most distinguished of that
republic My ancestors had been for many years counsellors and syndics and my
father had filled several public situations with honour and reputation He was
respected by all who knew him for his integrity and indefatigable attention to
public business He passed his younger days perpetually occupied by the affairs
of his country a variety of circumstances had prevented his marrying early nor
was it until the decline of life that he became a husband and the father of a
family
As the circumstances of his marriage illustrate his character I cannot
refrain from relating them One of his most intimate friends was a merchant
who from a flourishing state fell through numerous mischances into poverty
This man whose name was Beaufort was of a proud and unbending disposition and
could not bear to live in poverty and oblivion in the same country where he had
formerly been distinguished for his rank and magnificence Having paid his
debts therefore in the most honourable manner he retreated with his daughter
to the town of Lucerne where he lived unknown and in wretchedness My father
loved Beaufort with the truest friendship and was deeply grieved by his retreat
in these unfortunate circumstances He bitterly deplored the false pride which
led his friend to a conduct so little worthy of the affection that united them
He lost no time in endeavouring to seek him out with the hope of persuading him
to begin the world again through his credit and assistance
Beaufort had taken effectual measures to conceal himself and it was ten
months before my father discovered his abode Overjoyed at this discovery he
hastened to the house which was situated in a mean street near the Reuss But
when he entered misery and despair alone welcomed him Beaufort had saved but a
very small sum of money from the wreck of his fortunes but it was sufficient to
provide him with sustenance for some months and in the mean time he hoped to
procure some respectable employment in a merchants house The interval was
consequently spent in inaction his grief only became more deep and rankling
when he had leisure for reflection and at length it took so fast hold of his
mind that at the end of three months he lay on a bed of sickness incapable of
any exertion
His daughter attended him with the greatest tenderness but she saw with
despair that their little fund was rapidly decreasing and that there was no
other prospect of support But Caroline Beaufort possessed a mind of an uncommon
mould and her courage rose to support her in her adversity She procured plain
work she plaited straw and by various means contrived to earn a pittance
scarcely sufficient to support life
Several months passed in this manner Her father grew worse her time was
more entirely occupied in attending him her means of subsistence decreased and
in the tenth month her father died in her arms leaving her an orphan and a
beggar This last blow overcame her and she knelt by Beauforts coffin weeping
bitterly when my father entered the chamber He came like a protecting spirit
to the poor girl who committed herself to his care and after the interment of
his friend he conducted her to Geneva and placed her under the protection of a
relation Two years after this event Caroline became his wife
There was a considerable difference between the ages of my parents but this
circumstance seemed to unite them only closer in bonds of devoted affection
There was a sense of justice in my fathers upright mind which rendered it
necessary that he should approve highly to love strongly Perhaps during former
years he had suffered from the latediscovered unworthiness of one beloved and
so was disposed to set a greater value on tried worth There was a show of
gratitude and worship in his attachment to my mother differing wholly from the
doating fondness of age for it was inspired by reverence for her virtues and a
desire to be the means of in some degree recompensing her for the sorrows she
had endured but which gave inexpressible grace to his behaviour to her Every
thing was made to yield to her wishes and her convenience He strove to shelter
her as a fair exotic is sheltered by the gardener from every rougher wind and
to surround her with all that could tend to excite pleasurable emotion in her
soft and benevolent mind Her health and even the tranquillity of her hitherto
constant spirit had been shaken by what she had gone through During the two
years that had elapsed previous to their marriage my father had gradually
relinquished all his public functions and immediately after their union they
sought the pleasant climate of Italy and the change of scene and interest
attendant on a tour through that land of wonders as a restorative for her
weakened frame
From Italy they visited Germany and France I their eldest child was born
at Naples and as an infant accompanied them in their rambles I remained for
several years their only child Much as they were attached to each other they
seemed to draw inexhaustible stores of affection from a very mine of love to
bestow them upon me My mothers tender caresses and my fathers smile of
benevolent pleasure while regarding me are my first recollections I was their
plaything and their idol and something better their child the innocent and
helpless creature bestowed on them by Heaven whom to bring up to good and
whose future lot it was in their hands to direct to happiness or misery
according as they fulfilled their duties towards me With this deep
consciousness of what they owed towards the being to which they had given life
added to the active spirit of tenderness that animated both it may be imagined
that while during every hour of my infant life I received a lesson of patience
of charity and of selfcontrol I was so guided by a silken cord that all
seemed but one train of enjoyment to me
For a long time I was their only care My mother had much desired to have a
daughter but I continued their single offspring When I was about five years
old while making an excursion beyond the frontiers of Italy they passed a week
on the shores of the Lake of Como Their benevolent disposition often made them
enter the cottages of the poor This to my mother was more than a duty it was
a necessity a passion remembering what she had suffered and how she had
been relieved for her to act in her turn the guardian angel to the afflicted
During one of their walks a poor cot in the foldings of a vale attracted their
notice as being singularly disconsolate while the number of halfclothed
children gathered about it spoke of penury in its worst shape One day when my
father had gone by himself to Milan my mother accompanied by me visited this
abode She found a peasant and his wife hard working bent down by care and
labour distributing a scanty meal to five hungry babes Among these there was
one which attracted my mother far above all the rest She appeared of a
different stock The four others were darkeyed hardy little vagrants this
child was thin and very fair Her hair was the brightest living gold and
despite the poverty of her clothing seemed to set a crown of distinction on her
head Her brow was clear and ample her blue eyes cloudless and her lips and
the moulding of her face so expressive of sensibility and sweetness that none
could behold her without looking on her as of a distinct species a being
heavensent and bearing a celestial stamp in all her features
The peasant woman perceiving that my mother fixed eyes of wonder and
admiration on this lovely girl eagerly communicated her history She was not
her child but the daughter of a Milanese nobleman Her mother was a German and
had died on giving her birth The infant had been placed with these good people
to nurse they were better off then They had not been long married and their
eldest child was but just born The father of their charge was one of those
Italians nursed in the memory of the antique glory of Italy one among the
schiavi ognor frementi who exerted himself to obtain the liberty of his
country He became the victim of its weakness Whether he had died or still
lingered in the dungeons of Austria was not known His property was
confiscated his child became an orphan and a beggar She continued with her
foster parents and bloomed in their rude abode fairer than a garden rose among
darkleaved brambles
When my father returned from Milan he found playing with me in the hall of
our villa a child fairer than pictured cherub a creature who seemed to shed
radiance from her looks and whose form and motions were lighter than the
chamois of the hills The apparition was soon explained With his permission my
mother prevailed on her rustic guardians to yield their charge to her They were
fond of the sweet orphan Her presence had seemed a blessing to them but it
would be unfair to her to keep her in poverty and want when Providence afforded
her such powerful protection They consulted their village priest and the
result was that Elizabeth Lavenza became the inmate of my parents house my
more than sister the beautiful and adored companion of all my occupations and
my pleasures
Every one loved Elizabeth The passionate and almost reverential attachment
with which all regarded her became while I shared it my pride and my delight
On the evening previous to her being brought to my home my mother had said
playfully »I have a pretty present for my Victor tomorrow he shall have
it« And when on the morrow she presented Elizabeth to me as her promised
gift I with childish seriousness interpreted her words literally and looked
upon Elizabeth as mine mine to protect love and cherish All praises
bestowed on her I received as made to a possession of my own We called each
other familiarly by the name of cousin No word no expression could body forth
the kind of relation in which she stood to me my more than sister since till
death she was to be mine only
Chapter II
We were brought up together there was not quite a year difference in our ages
I need not say that we were strangers to any species of disunion or dispute
Harmony was the soul of our companionship and the diversity and contrast that
subsisted in our characters drew us nearer together Elizabeth was of a calmer
and more concentrated disposition but with all my ardour I was capable of a
more intense application and was more deeply smitten with the thirst for
knowledge She busied herself with following the aerial creations of the poets
and in the majestic and wondrous scenes which surrounded our Swiss home the
sublime shapes of the mountains the changes of the seasons tempest and calm
the silence of winter and the life and turbulence of our Alpine summers she
found ample scope for admiration and delight While my companion contemplated
with a serious and satisfied spirit the magnificent appearances of things I
delighted in investigating their causes The world was to me a secret which I
desired to divine Curiosity earnest research to learn the hidden laws of
nature gladness akin to rapture as they were unfolded to me are among the
earliest sensations I can remember
On the birth of a second son my junior by seven years my parents gave up
entirely their wandering life and fixed themselves in their native country We
possessed a house in Geneva and a campagne on Belrive the eastern shore of the
lake at the distance of rather more than a league from the city We resided
principally in the latter and the lives of my parents were passed in
considerable seclusion It was my temper to avoid a crowd and to attach myself
fervently to a few I was indifferent therefore to my schoolfellows in
general but I united myself in the bonds of the closest friendship to one among
them Henry Clerval was the son of a merchant of Geneva He was a boy of
singular talent and fancy He loved enterprise hardship and even danger for
its own sake He was deeply read in books of chivalry and romance He composed
heroic songs and began to write many a tale of enchantment and knightly
adventure He tried to make us act plays and to enter into masquerades in
which the characters were drawn from the heroes of Roncesvalles of the Round
Table of King Arthur and the chivalrous train who shed their blood to redeem
the holy sepulchre from the hands of the infidels
No human being could have passed a happier childhood than myself My parents
were possessed by the very spirit of kindness and indulgence We felt that they
were not the tyrants to rule our lot according to their caprice but the agents
and creators of all the many delights which we enjoyed When I mingled with
other families I distinctly discerned how peculiarly fortunate my lot was and
gratitude assisted the developement of filial love
My temper was sometimes violent and my passions vehement but by some law
in my temperature they were turned not towards childish pursuits but to an
eager desire to learn and not to learn all things indiscriminately I confess
that neither the structure of languages nor the code of governments nor the
politics of various states possessed attractions for me It was the secrets of
heaven and earth that I desired to learn and whether it was the outward
substance of things or the inner spirit of nature and the mysterious soul of
man that occupied me still my enquiries were directed to the metaphysical or
in its highest sense the physical secrets of the world
Meanwhile Clerval occupied himself so to speak with the moral relations of
things The busy stage of life the virtues of heroes and the actions of men
were his theme and his hope and his dream was to become one among those whose
names are recorded in story as the gallant and adventurous benefactors of our
species The saintly soul of Elizabeth shone like a shrinededicated lamp in our
peaceful home Her sympathy was ours her smile her soft voice the sweet
glance of her celestial eyes were ever there to bless and animate us She was
the living spirit of love to soften and attract I might have become sullen in
my study rough through the ardour of my nature but that she was there to
subdue me to a semblance of her own gentleness And Clerval could aught ill
entrench on the noble spirit of Clerval yet he might not have been so
perfectly humane so thoughtful in his generosity so full of kindness and
tenderness amidst his passion for adventurous exploit had she not unfolded to
him the real loveliness of beneficence and made the doing good the end and aim
of his soaring ambition
I feel exquisite pleasure in dwelling on the recollections of childhood
before misfortune had tainted my mind and changed its bright visions of
extensive usefulness into gloomy and narrow reflections upon self Besides in
drawing the picture of my early days I also record those events which led by
insensible steps to my after tale of misery for when I would account to myself
for the birth of that passion which afterwards ruled my destiny I find it
arise like a mountain river from ignoble and almost forgotten sources but
swelling as it proceeded it became the torrent which in its course has swept
away all my hopes and joys
Natural philosophy is the genius that has regulated my fate I desire
therefore in this narration to state those facts which led to my predilection
for that science When I was thirteen years of age we all went on a party of
pleasure to the baths near Thonon the inclemency of the weather obliged us to
remain a day confined to the inn In this house I chanced to find a volume of
the works of Cornelius Agrippa I opened it with apathy the theory which he
attempts to demonstrate and the wonderful facts which he relates soon changed
this feeling into enthusiasm A new light seemed to dawn upon my mind and
bounding with joy I communicated my discovery to my father My father looked
carelessly at the titlepage of my book and said »Ah Cornelius Agrippa My
dear Victor do not waste your time upon this it is sad trash«
If instead of this remark my father had taken the pains to explain to me
that the principles of Agrippa had been entirely exploded and that a modern
system of science had been introduced which possessed much greater powers than
the ancient because the powers of the latter were chimerical while those of
the former were real and practical under such circumstances I should certainly
have thrown Agrippa aside and have contented my imagination warmed as it was
by returning with greater ardour to my former studies It is even possible that
the train of my ideas would never have received the fatal impulse that led to my
ruin But the cursory glance my father had taken of my volume by no means
assured me that he was acquainted with its contents and I continued to read
with the greatest avidity
When I returned home my first care was to procure the whole works of this
author and afterwards of Paracelsus and Albertus Magnus I read and studied the
wild fancies of these writers with delight they appeared to me treasures known
to few beside myself I have described myself as always having been embued with
a fervent longing to penetrate the secrets of nature In spite of the intense
labour and wonderful discoveries of modern philosophers I always came from my
studies discontented and unsatisfied Sir Isaac Newton is said to have avowed
that he felt like a child picking up shells beside the great and unexplored
ocean of truth Those of his successors in each branch of natural philosophy
with whom I was acquainted appeared even to my boys apprehensions as tyros
engaged in the same pursuit
The untaught peasant beheld the elements around him and was acquainted with
their practical uses The most learned philosopher knew little more He had
partially unveiled the face of Nature but her immortal lineaments were still a
wonder and a mystery He might dissect anatomise and give names but not to
speak of a final cause causes in their secondary and tertiary grades were
utterly unknown to him I had gazed upon the fortifications and impediments that
seemed to keep human beings from entering the citadel of nature and rashly and
ignorantly I had repined
But here were books and here were men who had penetrated deeper and knew
more I took their word for all that they averred and I became their disciple
It may appear strange that such should arise in the eighteenth century but
while I followed the routine of education in the schools of Geneva I was to a
great degree self taught with regard to my favourite studies My father was not
scientific and I was left to struggle with a childs blindness added to a
students thirst for knowledge Under the guidance of my new preceptors I
entered with the greatest diligence into the search of the philosophers stone
and the elixir of life but the latter soon obtained my undivided attention
Wealth was an inferior object but what glory would attend the discovery if I
could banish disease from the human frame and render man invulnerable to any
but a violent death
Nor were these my only visions The raising of ghosts or devils was a
promise liberally accorded by my favourite authors the fulfilment of which I
most eagerly sought and if my incantations were always unsuccessful I
attributed the failure rather to my own inexperience and mistake than to a want
of skill or fidelity in my instructors And thus for a time I was occupied by
exploded systems mingling like an unadept a thousand contradictory theories
and floundering desperately in a very slough of multifarious knowledge guided
by an ardent imagination and childish reasoning till an accident again changed
the current of my ideas
When I was about fifteen years old we had retired to our house near Belrive
when we witnessed a most violent and terrible thunderstorm It advanced from
behind the mountains of Jura and the thunder burst at once with frightful
loudness from various quarters of the heavens I remained while the storm
lasted watching its progress with curiosity and delight As I stood at the
door on a sudden I beheld a stream of fire issue from an old and beautiful oak
which stood about twenty yards from our house and so soon as the dazzling light
vanished the oak had disappeared and nothing remained but a blasted stump
When we visited it the next morning we found the tree shattered in a singular
manner It was not splintered by the shock but entirely reduced to thin ribands
of wood I never beheld any thing so utterly destroyed
Before this I was not unacquainted with the more obvious laws of
electricity On this occasion a man of great research in natural philosophy was
with us and excited by this catastrophe he entered on the explanation of a
theory which he had formed on the subject of electricity and galvanism which
was at once new and astonishing to me All that he said threw greatly into the
shade Cornelius Agrippa Albertus Magnus and Paracelsus the lords of my
imagination but by some fatality the overthrow of these men disinclined me to
pursue my accustomed studies It seemed to me as if nothing would or could ever
be known All that had so long engaged my attention suddenly grew despicable By
one of those caprices of the mind which we are perhaps most subject to in early
youth I at once gave up my former occupations set down natural history and all
its progeny as a deformed and abortive creation and entertained the greatest
disdain for a wouldbe science which could never even step within the threshold
of real knowledge In this mood of mind I betook myself to the mathematics and
the branches of study appertaining to that science as being built upon secure
foundations and so worthy of my consideration
Thus strangely are our souls constructed and by such slight ligaments are
we bound to prosperity or ruin When I look back it seems to me as if this
almost miraculous change of inclination and will was the immediate suggestion of
the guardian angel of my life the last effort made by the spirit of
preservation to avert the storm that was even then hanging in the stars and
ready to envelope me Her victory was announced by an unusual tranquillity and
gladness of soul which followed the relinquishing of my ancient and latterly
tormenting studies It was thus that I was to be taught to associate evil with
their prosecution happiness with their disregard
It was a strong effort of the spirit of good but it was ineffectual
Destiny was too potent and her immutable laws had decreed my utter and terrible
destruction
Chapter III
When I had attained the age of seventeen my parents resolved that I should
become a student at the university of Ingolstadt I had hitherto attended the
schools of Geneva but my father thought it necessary for the completion of my
education that I should be made acquainted with other customs than those of my
native country My departure was therefore fixed at an early date but before
the day resolved upon could arrive the first misfortune of my life occurred
an omen as it were of my future misery
Elizabeth had caught the scarlet fever her illness was severe and she was
in the greatest danger During her illness many arguments had been urged to
persuade my mother to refrain from attending upon her She had at first
yielded to our entreaties but when she heard that the life of her favourite was
menaced she could no longer control her anxiety She attended her sick bed
her watchful attentions triumphed over the malignity of the distemper
Elizabeth was saved but the consequences of this imprudence were fatal to her
preserver On the third day my mother sickened her fever was accompanied by the
most alarming symptoms and the looks of her medical attendants prognosticated
the worst event On her deathbed the fortitude and benignity of this best of
women did not desert her She joined the hands of Elizabeth and myself »My
children« she said »my firmest hopes of future happiness were placed on the
prospect of your union This expectation will now be the consolation of your
father Elizabeth my love you must supply my place to my younger children
Alas I regret that I am taken from you and happy and beloved as I have been
is it not hard to quit you all But these are not thoughts befitting me I will
endeavour to resign myself cheerfully to death and will indulge a hope of
meeting you in another world«
She died calmly and her countenance expressed affection even in death I
need not describe the feelings of those whose dearest ties are rent by that most
irreparable evil the void that presents itself to the soul and the despair
that is exhibited on the countenance It is so long before the mind can persuade
itself that she whom we saw every day and whose very existence appeared a part
of our own can have departed for ever that the brightness of a beloved eye
can have been extinguished and the sound of a voice so familiar and dear to
the ear can be hushed never more to be heard These are the reflections of the
first days but when the lapse of time proves the reality of the evil then the
actual bitterness of grief commences Yet from whom has not that rude hand rent
away some dear connection and why should I describe a sorrow which all have
felt and must feel The time at length arrives when grief is rather an
indulgence than a necessity and the smile that plays upon the lips although it
may be deemed a sacrilege is not banished My mother was dead but we had still
duties which we ought to perform we must continue our course with the rest and
learn to think ourselves fortunate whilst one remains whom the spoiler has not
seized
My departure for Ingolstadt which had been deferred by these events was
now again determined upon I obtained from my father a respite of some weeks It
appeared to me sacrilege so soon to leave the repose akin to death of the
house of mourning and to rush into the thick of life I was new to sorrow but
it did not the less alarm me I was unwilling to quit the sight of those that
remained to me and above all I desired to see my sweet Elizabeth in some
degree consoled
She indeed veiled her grief and strove to act the comforter to us all She
looked steadily on life and assumed its duties with courage and zeal She
devoted herself to those whom she had been taught to call her uncle and cousins
Never was she so enchanting as at this time when she recalled the sunshine of
her smiles and spent them upon us She forgot even her own regret in her
endeavours to make us forget
The day of my departure at length arrived Clerval spent the last evening
with us He had endeavoured to persuade his father to permit him to accompany
me and to become my fellow student but in vain His father was a narrowminded
trader and saw idleness and ruin in the aspirations and ambition of his son
Henry deeply felt the misfortune of being debarred from a liberal education He
said little but when he spoke I read in his kindling eye and in his animated
glance a restrained but firm resolve not to be chained to the miserable details
of commerce
We sat late We could not tear ourselves away from each other nor persuade
ourselves to say the word Farewell It was said and we retired under the
pretence of seeking repose each fancying that the other was deceived but when
at mornings dawn I descended to the carriage which was to convey me away they
were all there my father again to bless me Clerval to press my hand once
more my Elizabeth to renew her entreaties that I would write often and to
bestow the last feminine attentions on her playmate and friend
I threw myself into the chaise that was to convey me away and indulged in
the most melancholy reflections I who had ever been surrounded by amiable
companions continually engaged in endeavouring to bestow mutual pleasure I was
now alone In the university whither I was going I must form my own friends
and be my own protector My life had hitherto been remarkably secluded and
domestic and this had given me invincible repugnance to new countenances I
loved my brothers Elizabeth and Clerval these were old familiar faces but I
believed myself totally unfitted for the company of strangers Such were my
reflections as I commenced my journey but as I proceeded my spirits and hopes
rose I ardently desired the acquisition of knowledge I had often when at
home thought it hard to remain during my youth cooped up in one place and had
longed to enter the world and take my station among other human beings Now my
desires were complied with and it would indeed have been folly to repent
I had sufficient leisure for these and many other reflections during my
journey to Ingolstadt which was long and fatiguing At length the high white
steeple of the town met my eyes I alighted and was conducted to my solitary
apartment to spend the evening as I pleased
The next morning I delivered my letters of introduction and paid a visit to
some of the principal professors Chance or rather the evil influence the
Angel of Destruction which asserted omnipotent sway over me from the moment I
turned my reluctant steps from my fathers door led me first to M Krempe
professor of natural philosophy He was an uncouth man but deeply embued in the
secrets of his science He asked me several questions concerning my progress in
the different branches of science appertaining to natural philosophy I replied
carelessly and partly in contempt mentioned the names of my alchymists as the
principal authors I had studied The professor stared »Have you« he said
»really spent your time in studying such nonsense«
I replied in the affirmative »Every minute« continued M Krempe with
warmth »every instant that you have wasted on those books is utterly and
entirely lost You have burdened your memory with exploded systems and useless
names Good God in what desert land have you lived where no one was kind
enough to inform you that these fancies which you have so greedily imbibed are
a thousand years old and as musty as they are ancient I little expected in
this enlightened and scientific age to find a disciple of Albertus Magnus and
Paracelsus My dear sir you must begin your studies entirely anew«
So saying he stept aside and wrote down a list of several books treating
of natural philosophy which he desired me to procure and dismissed me after
mentioning that in the beginning of the following week he intended to commence a
course of lectures upon natural philosophy in its general relations and that M
Waldman a fellowprofessor would lecture upon chemistry the alternate days
that he omitted
I returned home not disappointed for I have said that I had long
considered those authors useless whom the professor reprobated but I returned
not at all the more inclined to recur to these studies in any shape M Krempe
was a little squat man with a gruff voice and a repulsive countenance the
teacher therefore did not prepossess me in favour of his pursuits In rather a
too philosophical and connected a strain perhaps I have given an account of
the conclusions I had come to concerning them in my early years As a child I
had not been content with the results promised by the modern professors of
natural science With a confusion of ideas only to be accounted for by my
extreme youth and my want of a guide on such matters I had retrod the steps of
knowledge along the paths of time and exchanged the discoveries of recent
enquirers for the dreams of forgotten alchymists Besides I had a contempt for
the uses of modern natural philosophy It was very different when the masters
of the science sought immortality and power such views although futile were
grand but now the scene was changed The ambition of the enquirer seemed to
limit itself to the annihilation of those visions on which my interest in
science was chiefly founded I was required to exchange chimeras of boundless
grandeur for realities of little worth
Such were my reflections during the first two or three days of my residence
at Ingolstadt which were chiefly spent in becoming acquainted with the
localities and the principal residents in my new abode But as the ensuing week
commenced I thought of the information which M Krempe had given me concerning
the lectures And although I could not consent to go and hear that little
conceited fellow deliver sentences out of a pulpit I recollected what he had
said of M Waldman whom I had never seen as he had hitherto been out of town
Partly from curiosity and partly from idleness I went into the lecturing
room which M Waldman entered shortly after This professor was very unlike his
colleague He appeared about fifty years of age but with an aspect expressive
of the greatest benevolence a few grey hairs covered his temples but those at
the back of his head were nearly black His person was short but remarkably
erect and his voice the sweetest I had ever heard He began his lecture by a
recapitulation of the history of chemistry and the various improvements made by
different men of learning pronouncing with fervour the names of the most
distinguished discoverers He then took a cursory view of the present state of
the science and explained many of its elementary terms After having made a few
preparatory experiments he concluded with a panegyric upon modern chemistry
the terms of which I shall never forget
»The ancient teachers of this science« said he »promised impossibilities
and performed nothing The modern masters promise very little they know that
metals cannot be transmuted and that the elixir of life is a chimera But these
philosophers whose hands seem only made to dabble in dirt and their eyes to
pore over the microscope or crucible have indeed performed miracles They
penetrate into the recesses of nature and show how she works in her hiding
places They ascend into the heavens they have discovered how the blood
circulates and the nature of the air we breathe They have acquired new and
almost unlimited powers they can command the thunders of heaven mimic the
earthquake and even mock the invisible world with its own shadows«
Such were the professors words rather let me say such the words of fate
enounced to destroy me As he went on I felt as if my soul were grappling with
a palpable enemy one by one the various keys were touched which formed the
mechanism of my being chord after chord was sounded and soon my mind was
filled with one thought one conception one purpose So much has been done
exclaimed the soul of Frankenstein more far more will I achieve treading
in the steps already marked I will pioneer a new way explore unknown powers
and unfold to the world the deepest mysteries of creation
I closed not my eyes that night My internal being was in a state of
insurrection and turmoil I felt that order would thence arise but I had no
power to produce it By degrees after the mornings dawn sleep came I awoke
and my yesternights thoughts were as a dream There only remained a resolution
to return to my ancient studies and to devote myself to a science for which I
believed myself to possess a natural talent On the same day I paid M Waldman
a visit His manners in private were even more mild and attractive than in
public for there was a certain dignity in his mien during his lecture which in
his own house was replaced by the greatest affability and kindness I gave him
pretty nearly the same account of my former pursuits as I had given to his
fellowprofessor He heard with attention the little narration concerning my
studies and smiled at the names of Cornelius Agrippa and Paracelsus but
without the contempt that M Krempe had exhibited He said that »these were men
to whose indefatigable zeal modern philosophers were indebted for most of the
foundations of their knowledge They had left to us as an easier task to give
new names and arrange in connected classifications the facts which they in a
great degree had been the instruments of bringing to light The labours of men
of genius however erroneously directed scarcely ever fail in ultimately
turning to the solid advantage of mankind« I listened to his statement which
was delivered without any presumption or affectation and then added that his
lecture had removed my prejudices against modern chemists I expressed myself in
measured terms with the modesty and deference due from a youth to his
instructor without letting escape inexperience in life would have made me
ashamed any of the enthusiasm which stimulated my intended labours I requested
his advice concerning the books I ought to procure
»I am happy« said M Waldman »to have gained a disciple and if your
application equals your ability I have no doubt of your success Chemistry is
that branch of natural philosophy in which the greatest improvements have been
and may be made it is on that account that I have made it my peculiar study
but at the same time I have not neglected the other branches of science A man
would make but a very sorry chemist if he attended to that department of human
knowledge alone If your wish is to become really a man of science and not
merely a petty experimentalist I should advise you to apply to every branch of
natural philosophy including mathematics«
He then took me into his laboratory and explained to me the uses of his
various machines instructing me as to what I ought to procure and promising me
the use of his own when I should have advanced far enough in the science not to
derange their mechanism He also gave me the list of books which I had
requested and I took my leave
Thus ended a day memorable to me it decided my future destiny
Chapter IV
From this day natural philosophy and particularly chemistry in the most
comprehensive sense of the term became nearly my sole occupation I read with
ardour those works so full of genius and discrimination which modern enquirers
have written on these subjects I attended the lectures and cultivated the
acquaintance of the men of science of the university and I found even in M
Krempe a great deal of sound sense and real information combined it is true
with a repulsive physiognomy and manners but not on that account the less
valuable In M Waldman I found a true friend His gentleness was never tinged
by dogmatism and his instructions were given with an air of frankness and good
nature that banished every idea of pedantry In a thousand ways he smoothed for
me the path of knowledge and made the most abstruse enquiries clear and facile
to my apprehension My application was at first fluctuating and uncertain it
gained strength as I proceeded and soon became so ardent and eager that the
stars often disappeared in the light of morning whilst I was yet engaged in my
laboratory
As I applied so closely it may be easily conceived that my progress was
rapid My ardour was indeed the astonishment of the students and my proficiency
that of the masters Professor Krempe often asked me with a sly smile how
Cornelius Agrippa went on whilst M Waldman expressed the most heartfelt
exultation in my progress Two years passed in this manner during which I paid
no visit to Geneva but was engaged heart and soul in the pursuit of some
discoveries which I hoped to make None but those who have experienced them can
conceive of the enticements of science In other studies you go as far as others
have gone before you and there is nothing more to know but in a scientific
pursuit there is continual food for discovery and wonder A mind of moderate
capacity which closely pursues one study must infallibly arrive at great
proficiency in that study and I who continually sought the attainment of one
object of pursuit and was solely wrapt up in this improved so rapidly that
at the end of two years I made some discoveries in the improvement of some
chemical instruments which procured me great esteem and admiration at the
university When I had arrived at his point and had become as well acquainted
with the theory and practice of natural philosophy as depended on the lessons of
any of the professors at Ingolstadt my residence there being no longer
conducive to my improvements I thought of returning to my friends and my native
town when an incident happened that protracted my stay
One of the phenomena which had peculiarly attracted my attention was the
structure of the human frame and indeed any animal endued with life Whence
I often asked myself did the principle of life proceed It was a bold question
and one which has ever been considered as a mystery yet with how many things
are we upon the brink of becoming acquainted if cowardice or carelessness did
not restrain our enquiries I revolved these circumstances in my mind and
determined thenceforth to apply myself more particularly to those branches of
natural philosophy which relate to physiology Unless I had been animated by an
almost supernatural enthusiasm my application to this study would have been
irksome and almost intolerable To examine the causes of life we must first
have recourse to death I became acquainted with the science of anatomy but
this was not sufficient I must also observe the natural decay and corruption of
the human body In my education my father had taken the greatest precautions
that my mind should be impressed with no supernatural horrors I do not ever
remember to have trembled at a tale of superstition or to have feared the
apparition of a spirit Darkness had no effect upon my fancy and a churchyard
was to me merely the receptacle of bodies deprived of life which from being
the seat of beauty and strength had become food for the worm Now I was led to
examine the cause and progress of this decay and forced to spend days and
nights in vaults and charnelhouses My attention was fixed upon every object
the most insupportable to the delicacy of the human feelings I saw how the fine
form of man was degraded and wasted I beheld the corruption of death succeed to
the blooming cheek of life I saw how the worm inherited the wonders of the eye
and brain I paused examining and analysing all the minutiæ of causation as
exemplified in the change from life to death and death to life until from the
midst of this darkness a sudden light broke in upon me a light so brilliant
and wondrous yet so simple that while I became dizzy with the immensity of the
prospect which it illustrated I was surprised that among so many men of genius
who had directed their enquiries towards the same science that I alone should
be reserved to discover so astonishing a secret
Remember I am not recording the vision of a madman The sun does not more
certainly shine in the heavens than that which I now affirm is true Some
miracle might have produced it yet the stages of the discovery were distinct
and probable After days and nights of incredible labour and fatigue I
succeeded in discovering the cause of generation and life nay more I became
myself capable of bestowing animation upon lifeless matter
The astonishment which I had at first experienced on this discovery soon
gave place to delight and rapture After so much time spent in painful labour
to arrive at once at the summit of my desires was the most gratifying
consummation of my toils But this discovery was so great and overwhelming that
all the steps by which I had been progressively led to it were obliterated and
I beheld only the result What had been the study and desire of the wisest men
since the creation of the world was now within my grasp Not that like a magic
scene it all opened upon me at once the information I had obtained was of a
nature rather to direct my endeavours so soon as I should point them towards the
object of my search than to exhibit that object already accomplished I was
like the Arabian who had been buried with the dead and found a passage to life
aided only by one glimmering and seemingly ineffectual light
I see by your eagerness and the wonder and hope which your eyes express my
friend that you expect to be informed of the secret with which I am acquainted
that cannot be listen patiently until the end of my story and you will easily
perceive why I am reserved upon that subject I will not lead you on unguarded
and ardent as I then was to your destruction and infallible misery Learn from
me if not by my precepts at least by my example how dangerous is the
acquirement of knowledge and how much happier that man is who believes his
native town to be the world than he who aspires to become greater than his
nature will allow
When I found so astonishing a power placed within my hands I hesitated a
long time concerning the manner in which I should employ it Although I
possessed the capacity of bestowing animation yet to prepare a frame for the
reception of it with all its intricacies of fibres muscles and veins still
remained a work of inconceivable difficulty and labour I doubted at first
whether I should attempt the creation of a being like myself or one of simpler
organization but my imagination was too much exalted by my first success to
permit me to doubt of my ability to give life to an animal as complex and
wonderful as man The materials at present within my command hardly appeared
adequate to so arduous an undertaking but I doubted not that I should
ultimately succeed I prepared myself for a multitude of reverses my operations
might be incessantly baffled and at last my work be imperfect yet when I
considered the improvement which every day takes place in science and mechanics
I was encouraged to hope my present attempts would at least lay the foundations
of future success Nor could I consider the magnitude and complexity of my plan
as any argument of its impracticability It was with these feelings that I began
the creation of a human being As the minuteness of the parts formed a great
hindrance to my speed I resolved contrary to my first intention to make the
being of a gigantic stature that is to say about eight feet in height and
proportionably large After having formed this determination and having spent
some months in successfully collecting and arranging my materials I began
No one can conceive the variety of feelings which bore me onwards like a
hurricane in the first enthusiasm of success Life and death appeared to me
ideal bounds which I should first break through and pour a torrent of light
into our dark world A new species would bless me as its creator and source
many happy and excellent natures would owe their being to me No father could
claim the gratitude of his child so completely as I should deserve theirs
Pursuing these reflections I thought that if I could bestow animation upon
lifeless matter I might in process of time although I now found it impossible
renew life where death had apparently devoted the body to corruption
These thoughts supported my spirits while I pursued my undertaking with
unremitting ardour My cheek had grown pale with study and my person had become
emaciated with confinement Sometimes on the very brink of certainty I failed
yet still I clung to the hope which the next day or the next hour might realise
One secret which I alone possessed was the hope to which I had dedicated myself
and the moon gazed on my midnight labours while with unrelaxed and breathless
eagerness I pursued nature to her hidingplaces Who shall conceive the horrors
of my secret toil as I dabbled among the unhallowed damps of the grave or
tortured the living animal to animate the lifeless clay My limbs now tremble
and my eyes swim with the remembrance but then a resistless and almost
frantic impulse urged me forward I seemed to have lost all soul or sensation
but for this one pursuit It was indeed but a passing trance that only made me
feel with renewed acuteness so soon as the unnatural stimulus ceasing to
operate I had returned to my old habits I collected bones from charnelhouses
and disturbed with profane fingers the tremendous secrets of the human frame
In a solitary chamber or rather cell at the top of the house and separated
from all the other apartments by a gallery and staircase I kept my workshop of
filthy creation my eyeballs were starting from their sockets in attending to
the details of my employment The dissecting room and the slaughterhouse
furnished many of my materials and often did my human nature turn with loathing
from my occupation whilst still urged on by an eagerness which perpetually
increased I brought my work near to a conclusion
The summer months passed while I was thus engaged heart and soul in one
pursuit It was a most beautiful season never did the fields bestow a more
plentiful harvest or the vines yield a more luxuriant vintage but my eyes were
insensible to the charms of nature And the same feelings which made me neglect
the scenes around me caused me also to forget those friends who were so many
miles absent and whom I had not seen for so long a time I knew my silence
disquieted them and I well remembered the words of my father »I know that
while you are pleased with yourself you will think of us with affection and we
shall hear regularly from you You must pardon me if I regard any interruption
in your correspondence as a proof that your other duties are equally neglected«
I knew well therefore what would be my fathers feelings but I could not
tear my thoughts from my employment loathsome in itself but which had taken an
irresistible hold of my imagination I wished as it were to procrastinate all
that related to my feelings of affection until the great object which swallowed
up every habit of my nature should be completed
I then thought that my father would be unjust if he ascribed my neglect to
vice or faultiness on my part but I am now convinced that he was justified in
conceiving that I should not be altogether free from blame A human being in
perfection ought always to preserve a calm and peaceful mind and never to allow
passion or a transitory desire to disturb his tranquillity I do not think that
the pursuit of knowledge is an exception to this rule If the study to which you
apply yourself has a tendency to weaken your affections and to destroy your
taste for those simple pleasures in which no alloy can possibly mix then that
study is certainly unlawful that is to say not befitting the human mind If
this rule were always observed if no man allowed any pursuit whatsoever to
interfere with the tranquillity of his domestic affections Greece had not been
enslaved Cæsar would have spared his country America would have been
discovered more gradually and the empires of Mexico and Peru had not been
destroyed
But I forget that I am moralising in the most interesting part of my tale
and your looks remind me to proceed
My father made no reproach in his letters and only took notice of my
silence by enquiring into my occupations more particularly than before Winter
spring and summer passed away during my labours but I did not watch the
blossom or the expanding leaves sights which before always yielded me supreme
delight so deeply was I engrossed in my occupation The leaves of that year
had withered before my work drew near to a close and now every day showed me
more plainly how well I had succeeded But my enthusiasm was checked by my
anxiety and I appeared rather like one doomed by slavery to toil in the mines
or any other unwholesome trade than an artist occupied by his favourite
employment Every night I was oppressed by a slow fever and I became nervous to
a most painful degree the fall of a leaf startled me and I shunned my
fellowcreatures as if I had been guilty of a crime Sometimes I grew alarmed at
the wreck I perceived that I had become the energy of my purpose alone
sustained me my labours would soon end and I believed that exercise and
amusement would then drive away incipient disease and I promised myself both of
these when my creation should be complete
Chapter V
It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my
toils With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony I collected the
instruments of life around me that I might infuse a spark of being into the
lifeless thing that lay at my feet It was already one in the morning the rain
pattered dismally against the panes and my candle was nearly burnt out when
by the glimmer of the halfextinguished light I saw the dull yellow eye of the
creature open it breathed hard and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs
How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe or how delineate the
wretch whom with such infinite pains and care I had endeavoured to form His
limbs were in proportion and I had selected his features as beautiful
Beautiful Great God His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and
arteries beneath his hair was of a lustrous black and flowing his teeth of a
pearly whiteness but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with
his watery eyes that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun white sockets
in which they were set his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips
The different accidents of life are not so changeable as the feelings of
human nature I had worked hard for nearly two years for the sole purpose of
infusing life into an inanimate body For this I had deprived myself of rest and
health I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation but now
that I had finished the beauty of the dream vanished and breathless horror and
disgust filled my heart Unable to endure the aspect of the being I had created
I rushed out of the room and continued a long time traversing my bedchamber
unable to compose my mind to sleep At length lassitude succeeded to the tumult
I had before endured and I threw myself on the bed in my clothes endeavouring
to seek a few moments of forgetfulness But it was in vain I slept indeed but
I was disturbed by the wildest dreams I thought I saw Elizabeth in the bloom
of health walking in the streets of Ingolstadt Delighted and surprised I
embraced her but as I imprinted the first kiss on her lips they became livid
with the hue of death her features appeared to change and I thought that I
held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms a shroud enveloped her form and I
saw the graveworms crawling in the folds of the flannel I started from my
sleep with horror a cold dew covered my forehead my teeth chattered and every
limb became convulsed when by the dim and yellow light of the moon as it
forced its way through the window shutters I beheld the wretch the miserable
monster whom I had created He held up the curtain of the bed and his eyes if
eyes they may be called were fixed on me His jaws opened and he muttered some
inarticulate sounds while a grin wrinkled his cheeks He might have spoken but
I did not hear one hand was stretched out seemingly to detain me but I
escaped and rushed down stairs I took refuge in the courtyard belonging to the
house which I inhabited where I remained during the rest of the night walking
up and down in the greatest agitation listening attentively catching and
fearing each sound as if it were to announce the approach of the demoniacal
corpse to which I had so miserably given life
Oh no mortal could support the horror of that countenance A mummy again
endued with animation could not be so hideous as that wretch I had gazed on him
while unfinished he was ugly then but when those muscles and joints were
rendered capable of motion it became a thing such as even Dante could not have
conceived
I passed the night wretchedly Sometimes my pulse beat so quickly and
hardly that I felt the palpitation of every artery at others I nearly sank to
the ground through languor and extreme weakness Mingled with this horror I
felt the bitterness of disappointment dreams that had been my food and pleasant
rest for so long a space were now become a hell to me and the change was so
rapid the overthrow so complete
Morning dismal and wet at length dawned and discovered to my sleepless
and aching eyes the church of Ingolstadt its white steeple and clock which
indicated the sixth hour The porter opened the gates of the court which had
that night been my asylum and I issued into the streets pacing them with quick
steps as if I sought to avoid the wretch whom I feared every turning of the
street would present to my view I did not dare return to the apartment which I
inhabited but felt impelled to hurry on although drenched by the rain which
poured from a black and comfortless sky
I continued walking in this manner for some time endeavouring by bodily
exercise to ease the load that weighed upon my mind I traversed the streets
without any clear conception of where I was or what I was doing My heart
palpitated in the sickness of fear and I hurried on with irregular steps not
daring to look about me
»Like one who on a lonely road
Doth walk in fear and dread
And having once turned round walks on
And turns no more his head
Because he knows a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread«1
Continuing thus I came at length opposite to the inn at which the various
diligences and carriages usually stopped Here I paused I knew not why but I
remained some minutes with my eyes fixed on a coach that was coming towards me
from the other end of the street As it drew nearer I observed that it was the
Swiss diligence it stopped just where I was standing and on the door being
opened I perceived Henry Clerval who on seeing me instantly sprung out »My
dear Frankenstein« exclaimed he »how glad I am to see you how fortunate that
you should be here at the very moment of my alighting«
Nothing could equal my delight on seeing Clerval his presence brought back
to my thoughts my father Elizabeth and all those scenes of home so dear to my
recollection I grasped his hand and in a moment forgot my horror and
misfortune I felt suddenly and for the first time during many months calm and
serene joy I welcomed my friend therefore in the most cordial manner and we
walked towards my college Clerval continued talking for some time about our
mutual friends and his own good fortune in being permitted to come to
Ingolstadt »You may easily believe« said he »how great was the difficulty to
persuade my father that all necessary knowledge was not comprised in the noble
art of bookkeeping and indeed I believe I left him incredulous to the last
for his constant answer to my unwearied entreaties was the same as that of the
Dutch schoolmaster in the Vicar of Wakefield I have ten thousand florins a
year without Greek I eat heartily without Greek But his affection for me at
length overcame his dislike of learning and he has permitted me to undertake a
voyage of discovery to the land of knowledge«
»It gives me the greatest delight to see you but tell me how you left my
father brothers and Elizabeth«
»Very well and very happy only a little uneasy that they hear from you so
seldom By the by I mean to lecture you a little upon their account myself
But my dear Frankenstein« continued he stopping short and gazing full in my
face »I did not before remark how very ill you appear so thin and pale you
look as if you had been watching for several nights«
»You have guessed right I have lately been so deeply engaged in one
occupation that I have not allowed myself sufficient rest as you see but I
hope I sincerely hope that all these employments are now at an end and that I
am at length free«
I trembled excessively I could not endure to think of and far less to
allude to the occurrences of the preceding night I walked with a quick pace
and we soon arrived at my college I then reflected and the thought made me
shiver that the creature whom I had left in my apartment might still be there
alive and walking about I dreaded to behold this monster but I feared still
more that Henry should see him Entreating him therefore to remain a few
minutes at the bottom of the stairs I darted up towards my own room My hand
was already on the lock of the door before I recollected myself I then paused
and a cold shivering came over me I threw the door forcibly open as children
are accustomed to do when they expect a spectre to stand in waiting for them on
the other side but nothing appeared I stepped fearfully in the apartment was
empty and my bedroom was also freed from its hideous guest I could hardly
believe that so great a good fortune could have befallen me but when I became
assured that my enemy had indeed fled I clapped my hands for joy and ran down
to Clerval
We ascended into my room and the servant presently brought breakfast but I
was unable to contain myself It was not joy only that possessed me I felt my
flesh tingle with excess of sensitiveness and my pulse beat rapidly I was
unable to remain for a single instant in the same place I jumped over the
chairs clapped my hands and laughed aloud Clerval at first attributed my
unusual spirits to joy on his arrival but when he observed me more attentively
he saw a wildness in my eyes for which he could not account and my loud
unrestrained heartless laughter frightened and astonished him
»My dear Victor« cried he »what for Gods sake is the matter Do not
laugh in that manner How ill you are What is the cause of all this«
»Do not ask me« cried I putting my hands before my eyes for I thought I
saw the dreaded spectre glide into the room »he can tell Oh save me save
me« I imagined that the monster seized me I struggled furiously and fell down
in a fit
Poor Clerval what must have been his feelings A meeting which he
anticipated with such joy so strangely turned to bitterness But I was not the
witness of his grief for I was lifeless and did not recover my senses for a
long long time
This was the commencement of a nervous fever which confined me for several
months During all that time Henry was my only nurse I afterwards learned that
knowing my fathers advanced age and unfitness for so long a journey and how
wretched my sickness would make Elizabeth he spared them this grief by
concealing the extent of my disorder He knew that I could not have a more kind
and attentive nurse than himself and firm in the hope he felt of my recovery
he did not doubt that instead of doing harm he performed the kindest action
that he could towards them
But I was in reality very ill and surely nothing but the unbounded and
unremitting attentions of my friend could have restored me to life The form of
the monster on whom I had bestowed existence was for ever before my eyes and I
raved incessantly concerning him Doubtless my words surprised Henry he at
first believed them to be the wanderings of my disturbed imagination but the
pertinacity with which I continually recurred to the same subject persuaded him
that my disorder indeed owed its origin to some uncommon and terrible event
By very slow degrees and with frequent relapses that alarmed and grieved
my friend I recovered I remember the first time I became capable of observing
outward objects with any kind of pleasure I perceived that the fallen leaves
had disappeared and that the young buds were shooting forth from the trees that
shaded my window It was a divine spring and the season contributed greatly to
my convalescence I felt also sentiments of joy and affection revive in my
bosom my gloom disappeared and in a short time I became as cheerful as before
I was attacked by the fatal passion
»Dearest Clerval« exclaimed I »how kind how very good you are to me This
whole winter instead of being spent in study as you promised yourself has
been consumed in my sick room How shall I ever repay you I feel the greatest
remorse for the disappointment of which I have been the occasion but you will
forgive me«
»You will repay me entirely if you do not discompose yourself but get well
as fast as you can and since you appear in such good spirits I may speak to
you on one subject may I not«
I trembled One subject what could it be Could he allude to an object on
whom I dared not even think
»Compose yourself« said Clerval who observed my change of colour »I will
not mention it if it agitates you but your father and cousin would be very
happy if they received a letter from you in your own handwriting They hardly
know how ill you have been and are uneasy at your long silence«
»Is that all my dear Henry How could you suppose that my first thought
would not fly towards those dear dear friends whom I love and who are so
deserving of my love«
»If this is your present temper my friend you will perhaps be glad to see
a letter that has been lying here some days for you it is from your cousin I
believe«
Chapter VI
Clerval then put the following letter into my hands It was from my own
Elizabeth
»My dearest Cousin
You have been ill very ill and even the constant letters of dear
kind Henry are not sufficient to reassure me on your account You are
forbidden to write to hold a pen yet one word from you dear Victor
is necessary to calm our apprehensions For a long time I have thought
that each post would bring this line and my persuasions have restrained
my uncle from undertaking a journey to Ingolstadt I have prevented his
encountering the inconveniences and perhaps dangers of so long a
journey yet how often have I regretted not being able to perform it
myself I figure to myself that the task of attending on your sick bed
has devolved on some mercenary old nurse who could never guess your
wishes nor minister to them with the care and affection of your poor
cousin Yet that is over now Clerval writes that indeed you are getting
better I eagerly hope that you will confirm this intelligence soon in
your own handwriting
Get well and return to us You will find a happy cheerful home
and friends who love you dearly Your fathers health is vigorous and
he asks but to see you but to be assured that you are well and not a
care will ever cloud his benevolent countenance How pleased you would
be to remark the improvement of our Ernest He is now sixteen and full
of activity and spirit He is desirous to be a true Swiss and to enter
into foreign service but we cannot part with him at least until his
elder brother return to us My uncle is not pleased with the idea of a
military career in a distant country but Ernest never had your powers
of application He looks upon study as an odious fetter his time is
spent in the open air climbing the hills or rowing on the lake I fear
that he will become an idler unless we yield the point and permit him
to enter on the profession which he has selected
Little alteration except the growth of our dear children has taken
place since you left us The blue lake and snowclad mountains they
never change and I think our placid home and our contented hearts
are regulated by the same immutable laws My trifling occupations take
up my time and amuse me and I am rewarded for any exertions by seeing
none but happy kind faces around me Since you left us but one change
has taken place in our little household Do you remember on what
occasion Justine Moritz entered our family Probably you do not I will
relate her history therefore in a few words Madame Moritz her
mother was a widow with four children of whom Justine was the third
This girl had always been the favourite of her father but through a
strange perversity her mother could not endure her and after the
death of M Moritz treated her very ill My aunt observed this and
when Justine was twelve years of age prevailed on her mother to allow
her to live at our house The republican institutions of our country
have produced simpler and happier manners than those which prevail in
the great monarchies that surround it Hence there is less distinction
between the several classes of its inhabitants and the lower orders
being neither so poor nor so despised their manners are more refined
and moral A servant in Geneva does not mean the same thing as a servant
in France and England Justine thus received in our family learned the
duties of a servant a condition which in our fortunate country does
not include the idea of ignorance and a sacrifice of the dignity of a
human being
Justine you may remember was a great favourite of yours and I
recollect you once remarked that if you were in an illhumour one
glance from Justine could dissipate it for the same reason that Ariosto
gives concerning the beauty of Angelica she looked so frankhearted
and happy My aunt conceived a great attachment for her by which she
was induced to give her an education superior to that which she had at
first intended This benefit was fully repaid Justine was the most
grateful little creature in the world I do not mean that she made any
professions I never heard one pass her lips but you could see by her
eyes that she almost adored her protectress Although her disposition
was gay and in many respects inconsiderate yet she paid the greatest
attention to every gesture of my aunt She thought her the model of all
excellence and endeavoured to imitate her phraseology and manners so
that even now she often reminds me of her
When my dearest aunt died every one was too much occupied in their
own grief to notice poor Justine who had attended her during her
illness with the most anxious affection Poor Justine was very ill but
other trials were reserved for her
One by one her brothers and sister died and her mother with the
exception of her neglected daughter was left childless The conscience
of the woman was troubled she began to think that the deaths of her
favourites was a judgment from heaven to chastise her partiality She
was a Roman Catholic and I believe her confessor confirmed the idea
which she had conceived Accordingly a few months after your departure
for Ingolstadt Justine was called home by her repentant mother Poor
girl she wept when she quitted our house she was much altered since
the death of my aunt grief had given softness and a winning mildness to
her manners which had before been remarkable for vivacity Nor was her
residence at her mothers house of a nature to restore her gaiety The
poor woman was very vacillating in her repentance She sometimes begged
Justine to forgive her unkindness but much oftener accused her of
having caused the deaths of her brothers and sister Perpetual fretting
at length threw Madame Moritz into a decline which at first increased
her irritability but she is now at peace for ever She died on the
first approach of cold weather at the beginning of this last winter
Justine has returned to us and I assure you I love her tenderly She is
very clever and gentle and extremely pretty as I mentioned before her
mien and her expressions continually remind me of my dear aunt
I must say also a few words to you my dear cousin of little
darling William I wish you could see him he is very tall of his age
with sweet laughing blue eyes dark eyelashes and curling hair When he
smiles two little dimples appear on each cheek which are rosy with
health He has already had one or two little wives but Louisa Biron is
his favourite a pretty little girl of five years of age
Now dear Victor I dare say you wish to be indulged in a little
gossip concerning the good people of Geneva The pretty Miss Mansfield
has already received the congratulatory visits on her approaching
marriage with a young Englishman John Melbourne Esq Her ugly sister
Manon married M Duvillard the rich banker last autumn Your
favourite schoolfellow Louis Manoir has suffered several misfortunes
since the departure of Clerval from Geneva But he has already recovered
his spirits and is reported to be on the point of marrying a very
lively pretty Frenchwoman Madame Tavernier She is a widow and much
older than Manoir but she is very much admired and a favourite with
everybody
I have written myself into better spirits dear cousin but my
anxiety returns upon me as I conclude Write dearest Victor one line
one word will be a blessing to us Ten thousand thanks to Henry for
his kindness his affection and his many letters we are sincerely
grateful Adieu my cousin take care of your self and I entreat you
write
ELIZABETH LAVENZA
Geneva March 18th 17 «
»Dear dear Elizabeth« I exclaimed when I had read her letter »I will write
instantly and relieve them from the anxiety they must feel« I wrote and this
exertion greatly fatigued me but my convalescence had commenced and proceeded
regularly In another fortnight I was able to leave my chamber
One of my first duties on my recovery was to introduce Clerval to the
several professors of the university In doing this I underwent a kind of rough
usage ill befitting the wounds that my mind had sustained Ever since the fatal
night the end of my labours and the beginning of my misfortunes I had
conceived a violent antipathy even to the name of natural philosophy When I was
otherwise quite restored to health the sight of a chemical instrument would
renew all the agony of my nervous symptoms Henry saw this and had removed all
my apparatus from my view He had also changed my apartment for he perceived
that I had acquired a dislike for the room which had previously been my
laboratory But these cares of Clerval were made of no avail when I visited the
professors M Waldman inflicted torture when he praised with kindness and
warmth the astonishing progress I had made in the sciences He soon perceived
that I disliked the subject but not guessing the real cause he attributed my
feelings to modesty and changed the subject from my improvement to the science
itself with a desire as I evidently saw of drawing me out What could I do
He meant to please and he tormented me I felt as if he had placed carefully
one by one in my view those instruments which were to be afterwards used in
putting me to a slow and cruel death I writhed under his words yet dared not
exhibit the pain I felt Clerval whose eyes and feelings were always quick in
discerning the sensations of others declined the subject alleging in excuse
his total ignorance and the conversation took a more general turn I thanked my
friend from my heart but I did not speak I saw plainly that he was surprised
but he never attempted to draw my secret from me and although I loved him with
a mixture of affection and reverence that knew no bounds yet I could never
persuade myself to confide to him that event which was so often present to my
recollection but which I feared the detail to another would only impress more
deeply
M Krempe was not equally docile and in my condition at that time of
almost insupportable sensitiveness his harsh blunt encomiums gave me even more
pain than the benevolent approbation of M Waldman »Dn the fellow« cried he
»why M Clerval I assure you he has outstript us all Ay stare if you please
but it is nevertheless true A youngster who but a few years ago believed in
Cornelius Agrippa as firmly as in the gospel has now set himself at the head of
the university and if he is not soon pulled down we shall all be out of
countenance Ay ay« continued he observing my face expressive of suffering
»M Frankenstein is modest an excellent quality in a young man Young men
should be diffident of themselves you know M Clerval I was myself when
young but that wears out in a very short time«
M Krempe had now commenced an eulogy on himself which happily turned the
conversation from a subject that was so annoying to me
Clerval had never sympathized in my tastes for natural science and his
literary pursuits differed wholly from those which had occupied me He came to
the university with the design of making himself complete master of the oriental
languages as thus he should open a field for the plan of life he had marked out
for himself Resolved to pursue no inglorious career he turned his eyes toward
the East as affording scope for his spirit of enterprise The Persian Arabic
and Sanscrit languages engaged his attention and I was easily induced to enter
on the same studies Idleness had ever been irksome to me and now that I wished
to fly from reflection and hated my former studies I felt great relief in
being the fellowpupil with my friend and found not only instruction but
consolation in the works of the orientalists I did not like him attempt a
critical knowledge of their dialects for I did not contemplate making any other
use of them than temporary amusement I read merely to understand their meaning
and they well repaid my labours Their melancholy is soothing and their joy
elevating to a degree I never experienced in studying the authors of any other
country When you read their writings life appears to consist in a warm sun and
a garden of roses in the smiles and frowns of a fair enemy and the fire that
consumes your own heart How different from the manly and heroical poetry of
Greece and Rome
Summer passed away in these occupations and my return to Geneva was fixed
for the latter end of autumn but being delayed by several accidents winter and
snow arrived the roads were deemed impassable and my journey was retarded
until the ensuing spring I felt this delay very bitterly for I longed to see
my native town and my beloved friends My return had only been delayed so long
from an unwillingness to leave Clerval in a strange place before he had become
acquainted with any of its inhabitants The winter however was spent
cheerfully and although the spring was uncommonly late when it came its beauty
compensated for its dilatoriness
The month of May had already commenced and I expected the letter daily
which was to fix the date of my departure when Henry proposed a pedestrian tour
in the environs of Ingolstadt that I might bid a personal farewell to the
country I had so long inhabited I acceded with pleasure to this proposition I
was fond of exercise and Clerval had always been my favourite companion in the
rambles of this nature that I had taken among the scenes of my native country
We passed a fortnight in these perambulations my health and spirits had
long been restored and they gained additional strength from the salubrious air
I breathed the natural incidents of our progress and the conversation of my
friend Study had before secluded me from the intercourse of my
fellowcreatures and rendered me unsocial but Clerval called forth the better
feelings of my heart he again taught me to love the aspect of nature and the
cheerful faces of children Excellent friend how sincerely did you love me and
endeavour to elevate my mind until it was on a level with your own A selfish
pursuit had cramped and narrowed me until your gentleness and affection warmed
and opened my senses I became the same happy creature who a few years ago
loved and beloved by all had no sorrow or care When happy inanimate nature
had the power of bestowing on me the most delightful sensations A serene sky
and verdant fields filled me with ecstasy The present season was indeed divine
the flowers of spring bloomed in the hedges while those of summer were already
in bud I was undisturbed by thoughts which during the preceding year had
pressed upon me notwithstanding my endeavours to throw them off with an
invincible burden
Henry rejoiced in my gaiety and sincerely sympathised in my feelings he
exerted himself to amuse me while he expressed the sensations that filled his
soul The resources of his mind on this occasion were truly astonishing his
conversation was full of imagination and very often in imitation of the
Persian and Arabic writers he invented tales of wonderful fancy and passion At
other times he repeated my favourite poems or drew me out into arguments which
he supported with great ingenuity
We returned to our college on a Sunday afternoon the peasants were dancing
and every one we met appeared gay and happy My own spirits were high and I
bounded along with feelings of unbridled joy and hilarity
Chapter VII
On my return I found the following letter from my father
»My dear Victor
You have probably waited impatiently for a letter to fix the date of
your return to us and I was at first tempted to write only a few lines
merely mentioning the day on which I should expect you But that would
be a cruel kindness and I dare not do it What would be your surprise
my son when you expected a happy and glad welcome to behold on the
contrary tears and wretchedness And how Victor can I relate our
misfortune Absence cannot have rendered you callous to our joys and
griefs and how shall I inflict pain on my long absent son I wish to
prepare you for the woful news but I know it is impossible even now
your eye skims over the page to seek the words which are to convey to
you the horrible tidings
William is dead that sweet child whose smiles delighted and
warmed my heart who was so gentle yet so gay Victor he is murdered
I will not attempt to console you but will simply relate the
circumstances of the transaction
Last Thursday May 7th I my niece and your two brothers went to
walk in Plainpalais The evening was warm and serene and we prolonged
our walk farther than usual It was already dusk before we thought of
returning and then we discovered that William and Ernest who had gone
on before were not to be found We accordingly rested on a seat until
they should return Presently Ernest came and enquired if we had seen
his brother he said that he had been playing with him that William
had run away to hide himself and that he vainly sought for him and
afterwards waited for him a long time but that he did not return
This account rather alarmed us and we continued to search for him
until night fell when Elizabeth conjectured that he might have returned
to the house He was not there We returned again with torches for I
could not rest when I thought that my sweet boy had lost himself and
was exposed to all the damps and dews of night Elizabeth also suffered
extreme anguish About five in the morning I discovered my lovely boy
whom the night before I had seen blooming and active in health
stretched on the grass livid and motionless the print of the murders
finger was on his neck
He was conveyed home and the anguish that was visible in my
countenance betrayed the secret to Elizabeth She was very earnest to
see the corpse At first I attempted to prevent her but she persisted
and entering the room where it lay hastily examined the neck of the
victim and clasping her hands exclaimed O God I have murdered my
darling child
She fainted and was restored with extreme difficulty When she
again lived it was only to weep and sigh She told me that that same
evening William had teased her to let him wear a very valuable miniature
that she possessed of your mother This picture is gone and was
doubtless the temptation which urged the murderer to the deed We have
no trace of him at present although our exertions to discover him are
unremitted but they will not restore my beloved William
Come dearest Victor you alone can console Elizabeth She weeps
continually and accuses herself unjustly as the cause of his death her
words pierce my heart We are all unhappy but will not that be an
additional motive for you my son to return and be our comforter Your
dear mother Alas Victor I now say Thank God she did not live to
witness the cruel miserable death of her youngest darling
Come Victor not brooding thoughts of vengeance against the
assassin but with feelings of peace and gentleness that will heal
instead of festering the wounds of our minds Enter the house of
mourning my friend but with kindness and affection for those who love
you and not with hatred for your enemies
Your affectionate and afflicted father
ALPHONSE FRANKENSTEIN
Geneva May 12th 17 «
Clerval who had watched my countenance as I read this letter was surprised to
observe the despair that succeeded to the joy I at first expressed on receiving
news from my friends I threw the letter on the table and covered my face with
my hands
»My dear Frankenstein« exclaimed Henry when he perceived me weep with
bitterness »are you always to be unhappy My dear friend what has happened«
I motioned to him to take up the letter while I walked up and down the room
in the extremest agitation Tears also gushed from the eyes of Clerval as he
read the account of my misfortune
»I can offer you no consolation my friend« said he »your disaster is
irreparable What do you intend to do«
»To go instantly to Geneva come with me Henry to order the horses«
During our walk Clerval endeavoured to say a few words of consolation he
could only express his heartfelt sympathy »Poor William« said he »dear lovely
child he now sleeps with his angel mother Who that had seen him bright and
joyous in his young beauty but must weep over his untimely loss To die so
miserably to feel the murderers grasp How much more a murderer that could
destroy such radiant innocence Poor little fellow one only consolation have
we his friends mourn and weep but he is at rest The pang is over his
sufferings are at an end for ever A sod covers his gentle form and he knows no
pain He can no longer be a subject for pity we must reserve that for his
miserable survivors«
Clerval spoke thus as we hurried through the streets the words impressed
themselves on my mind and I remembered them afterwards in solitude But now as
soon as the horses arrived I hurried into a cabriolet and bade farewell to my
friend
My journey was very melancholy At first I wished to hurry on for I longed
to console and sympathise with my loved and sorrowing friends but when I drew
near my native town I slackened my progress I could hardly sustain the
multitude of feelings that crowded into my mind I passed through scenes
familiar to my youth but which I had not seen for nearly six years How altered
every thing might be during that time One sudden and desolating change had
taken place but a thousand little circumstances might have by degrees worked
other alterations which although they were done more tranquilly might not be
the less decisive Fear overcame me I dared not advance dreading a thousand
nameless evils that made me tremble although I was unable to define them
I remained two days at Lausanne in this painful state of mind I
contemplated the lake the waters were placid all around was calm and the
snowy mountains the palaces of nature were not changed By degrees the calm
and heavenly scene restored me and I continued my journey towards Geneva
The road ran by the side of the lake which became narrower as I approached
my native town I discovered more distinctly the black sides of Jura and the
bright summit of Mont Blanc I wept like a child »Dear mountains my own
beautiful lake how do you welcome your wanderer Your summits are clear the
sky and lake are blue and placid Is this to prognosticate peace or to mock at
my unhappiness«
I fear my friend that I shall render myself tedious by dwelling on these
preliminary circumstances but they were days of comparative happiness and I
think of them with pleasure My country my beloved country who but a native
can tell the delight I took in again beholding thy streams thy mountains and
more than all thy lovely lake
Yet as I drew nearer home grief and fear again overcame me Night also
closed around and when I could hardly see the dark mountains I felt still more
gloomily The picture appeared a vast and dim scene of evil and I foresaw
obscurely that I was destined to become the most wretched of human beings Alas
I prophesied truly and failed only in one single circumstance that in all the
misery I imagined and dreaded I did not conceive the hundredth part of the
anguish I was destined to endure
It was completely dark when I arrived in the environs of Geneva the gates
of the town were already shut and I was obliged to pass the night at Secheron
a village at the distance of half a league from the city The sky was serene
and as I was unable to rest I resolved to visit the spot where my poor William
had been murdered As I could not pass through the town I was obliged to cross
the lake in a boat to arrive at Plainpalais During this short voyage I saw the
lightnings playing on the summit of Mont Blanc in the most beautiful figures
The storm appeared to approach rapidly and on landing I ascended a low hill
that I might observe its progress It advanced the heavens were clouded and I
soon felt the rain coming slowly in large drops but its violence quickly
increased
I quitted my seat and walked on although the darkness and storm increased
every minute and the thunder burst with a terrific crash over my head It was
echoed from Salêve the Juras and the Alps of Savoy vivid flashes of lightning
dazzled my eyes illuminating the lake making it appear like a vast sheet of
fire then for an instant every thing seemed of a pitchy darkness until the eye
recovered itself from the preceding flash The storm as is often the case in
Switzerland appeared at once in various parts of the heavens The most violent
storm hung exactly north of the town over that part of the lake which lies
between the promontory of Belrive and the village of Copêt Another storm
enlightened Jura with faint flashes and another darkened and sometimes
disclosed the Môle a peaked mountain to the east of the lake
While I watched the tempest so beautiful yet terrific I wandered on with a
hasty step This noble war in the sky elevated my spirits I clasped my hands
and exclaimed aloud »William dear angel this is thy funeral this thy dirge«
As I said these words I perceived in the gloom a figure which stole from behind
a clump of trees near me I stood fixed gazing intently I could not be
mistaken A flash of lightning illuminated the object and discovered its shape
plainly to me its gigantic stature and the deformity of its aspect more
hideous than belongs to humanity instantly informed me that it was the wretch
the filthy dæmon to whom I had given life What did he there Could he be I
shuddered at the conception the murderer of my brother No sooner did that idea
cross my imagination than I became convinced of its truth my teeth chattered
and I was forced to lean against a tree for support The figure passed me
quickly and I lost it in the gloom Nothing in human shape could have destroyed
that fair child He was the murderer I could not doubt it The mere presence of
the idea was an irresistible proof of the fact I thought of pursuing the devil
but it would have been in vain for another flash discovered him to me hanging
among the rocks of the nearly perpendicular ascent of Mont Salêve a hill that
bounds Plainpalais on the south He soon reached the summit and disappeared
I remained motionless The thunder ceased but the rain still continued and
the scene was enveloped in an impenetrable darkness I revolved in my mind the
events which I had until now sought to forget the whole train of my progress
towards the creation the appearance of the work of my own hands alive at my
bedside its departure Two years had now nearly elapsed since the night on
which he first received life and was this his first crime Alas I had turned
loose into the world a depraved wretch whose delight was in carnage and misery
had he not murdered my brother
No one can conceive the anguish I suffered during the remainder of the
night which I spent cold and wet in the open air But I did not feel the
inconvenience of the weather my imagination was busy in scenes of evil and
despair I considered the being whom I had cast among mankind and endowed with
the will and power to effect purposes of horror such as the deed which he had
now done nearly in the light of my own vampire my own spirit let loose from
the grave and forced to destroy all that was dear to me
Day dawned and I directed my steps towards the town The gates were open
and I hastened to my fathers house My first thought was to discover what I
knew of the murderer and cause instant pursuit to be made But I paused when I
reflected on the story that I had to tell A being whom I myself had formed and
endued with life had met me at midnight among the precipices of an inaccessible
mountain I remembered also the nervous fever with which I had been seized just
at the time that I dated my creation and which would give an air of delirium to
a tale otherwise so utterly improbable I well knew that if any other had
communicated such a relation to me I should have looked upon it as the ravings
of insanity Besides the strange nature of the animal would elude all pursuit
even if I were so far credited as to persuade my relatives to commence it And
then of what use would be pursuit Who could arrest a creature capable of
scaling the overhanging sides of Mont Salêve These reflections determined me
and I resolved to remain silent
It was about five in the morning when I entered my fathers house I told
the servants not to disturb the family and went into the library to attend
their usual hour of rising
Six years had elapsed passed as a dream but for one indelible trace and I
stood in the same place where I had last embraced my father before my departure
for Ingolstadt Beloved and venerable parent He still remained to me I gazed
on the picture of my mother which stood over the mantelpiece It was an
historical subject painted at my fathers desire and represented Caroline
Beaufort in an agony of despair kneeling by the coffin of her dead father Her
garb was rustic and her cheek pale but there was an air of dignity and beauty
that hardly permitted the sentiment of pity Below this picture was a miniature
of William and my tears flowed when I looked upon it While I was thus engaged
Ernest entered he had heard me arrive and hastened to welcome me He expressed
a sorrowful delight to see me »Welcome my dearest Victor« said he »Ah I
wish you had come three months ago and then you would have found us all joyous
and delighted You come to us now to share a misery which nothing can alleviate
yet your presence will I hope revive our father who seems sinking under his
misfortune and your persuasions will induce poor Elizabeth to cease her vain
and tormenting selfaccusations Poor William he was our darling and our
pride«
Tears unrestrained fell from my brothers eyes a sense of mortal agony
crept over my frame Before I had only imagined the wretchedness of my
desolated home the reality came on me as a new and a not less terrible
disaster I tried to calm Ernest I enquired more minutely concerning my father
and her I named my cousin
»She most of all« said Ernest »requires consolation she accused herself
of having caused the death of my brother and that made her very wretched But
since the murderer has been discovered «
»The murderer discovered Good God how can that be who could attempt to
pursue him It is impossible one might as well try to overtake the winds or
confine a mountainstream with a straw I saw him too he was free last night«
»I do not know what you mean« replied my brother in accents of wonder
»but to us the discovery we have made completes our misery No one would believe
it at first and even now Elizabeth will not be convinced notwithstanding all
the evidence Indeed who would credit that Justine Moritz who was so amiable
and fond of all the family could suddenly become capable of so frightful so
appalling a crime«
»Justine Moritz Poor poor girl is she the accused But it is wrongfully
every one knows that no one believes it surely Ernest«
»No one did at first but several circumstances came out that have almost
forced conviction upon us and her own behaviour has been so confused as to add
to the evidence of facts a weight that I fear leaves no hope for doubt But
she will be tried today and you will then hear all«
He related that the morning on which the murder of poor William had been
discovered Justine had been taken ill and confined to her bed for several
days During this interval one of the servants happening to examine the
apparel she had worn on the night of the murder had discovered in her pocket
the picture of my mother which had been judged to be the temptation of the
murderer The servant instantly showed it to one of the others who without
saying a word to any of the family went to a magistrate and upon their
deposition Justine was apprehended On being charged with the fact the poor
girl confirmed the suspicion in a great measure by her extreme confusion of
manner
This was a strange tale but it did not shake my faith and I replied
earnestly »You are all mistaken I know the murderer Justine poor good
Justine is innocent«
At that instant my father entered I saw unhappiness deeply impressed on his
countenance but he endeavoured to welcome me cheerfully and after we had
exchanged our mournful greeting would have introduced some other topic than
that of our disaster had not Ernest exclaimed »Good God papa Victor says
that he knows who was the murderer of poor William«
»We do also unfortunately« replied my father »for indeed I had rather
have been for ever ignorant than have discovered so much depravity and
ingratitude in one I valued so highly«
»My dear father you are mistaken Justine is innocent«
»If she is God forbid that she should suffer as guilty She is to be tried
today and I hope I sincerely hope that she will be acquitted«
This speech calmed me I was firmly convinced in my own mind that Justine
and indeed every human being was guiltless of this murder I had no fear
therefore that any circumstantial evidence could be brought forward strong
enough to convict her My tale was not one to announce publicly its astounding
horror would be looked upon as madness by the vulgar Did any one indeed exist
except I the creator who would believe unless his senses convinced him in
the existence of the living monument of presumption and rash ignorance which I
had let loose upon the world
We were soon joined by Elizabeth Time had altered her since I last beheld
her it had endowed her with loveliness surpassing the beauty of her childish
years There was the same candour the same vivacity but it was allied to an
expression more full of sensibility and intellect She welcomed me with the
greatest affection »Your arrival my dear cousin« said she »fills me with
hope You perhaps will find some means to justify my poor guiltless Justine
Alas who is safe if she be convicted of crime I rely on her innocence as
certainly as I do upon my own Our misfortune is doubly hard to us we have not
only lost that lovely darling boy but this poor girl whom I sincerely love is
to be torn away by even a worse fate If she is condemned I never shall know
joy more But she will not I am sure she will not and then I shall be happy
again even after the sad death of my little William«
»She is innocent my Elizabeth« said I »and that shall be proved fear
nothing but let your spirits be cheered by the assurance of her acquittal«
»How kind and generous you are every one else believes in her guilt and
that made me wretched for I knew that it was impossible and to see every one
else prejudiced in so deadly a manner rendered me hopeless and despairing« She
wept
»Dearest niece« said my father »dry your tears If she is as you believe
innocent rely on the justice of our laws and the activity with which I shall
prevent the slightest shadow of partiality«
Chapter VIII
We passed a few sad hours until eleven oclock when the trial was to commence
My father and the rest of the family being obliged to attend as witnesses I
accompanied them to the court During the whole of this wretched mockery of
justice I suffered living torture It was to be decided whether the result of
my curiosity and lawless devices would cause the death of two of my
fellowbeings one a smiling babe full of innocence and joy the other far more
dreadfully murdered with every aggravation of infamy that could make the murder
memorable in horror Justine also was a girl of merit and possessed qualities
which promised to render her life happy now all was to be obliterated in an
ignominious grave and I the cause A thousand times rather would I have
confessed myself guilty of the crime ascribed to Justine but I was absent when
it was committed and such a declaration would have been considered as the
ravings of a madman and would not have exculpated her who suffered through me
The appearance of Justine was calm She was dressed in mourning and her
countenance always engaging was rendered by the solemnity of her feelings
exquisitely beautiful Yet she appeared confident in innocence and did not
tremble although gazed on and execrated by thousands for all the kindness
which her beauty might otherwise have excited was obliterated in the minds of
the spectators by the imagination of the enormity she was supposed to have
committed She was tranquil yet her tranquillity was evidently constrained and
as her confusion had before been adduced as a proof of her guilt she worked up
her mind to an appearance of courage When she entered the court she threw her
eyes round it and quickly discovered where we were seated A tear seemed to dim
her eye when she saw us but she quickly recovered herself and a look of
sorrowful affection seemed to attest her utter guiltlessness
The trial began and after the advocate against her had stated the charge
several witnesses were called Several strange facts combined against her which
might have staggered any one who had not such proof of her innocence as I had
She had been out the whole of the night on which the murder had been committed
and towards morning had been perceived by a marketwoman not far from the spot
where the body of the murdered child had been afterwards found The woman asked
her what she did there but she looked very strangely and only returned a
confused and unintelligible answer She returned to the house about eight
oclock and when one enquired where she had passed the night she replied that
she had been looking for the child and demanded earnestly if any thing had been
heard concerning him When shown the body she fell into violent hysterics and
kept her bed for several days The picture was then produced which the servant
had found in her pocket and when Elizabeth in a faltering voice proved that
it was the same which an hour before the child had been missed she had placed
round his neck a murmur of horror and indignation filled the court
Justine was called on for her defence As the trial had proceeded her
countenance had altered Surprise horror and misery were strongly expressed
Sometimes she struggled with her tears but when she was desired to plead she
collected her powers and spoke in an audible although variable voice
»God knows« she said »how entirely I am innocent But I do not pretend
that my protestations should acquit me I rest my innocence on a plain and
simple explanation of the facts which have been adduced against me and I hope
the character I have always borne will incline my judges to a favourable
interpretation where any circumstance appears doubtful or suspicious«
She then related that by the permission of Elizabeth she had passed the
evening of the night on which the murder had been committed at the house of an
aunt at Chêne a village situated at about a league from Geneva On her return
at about nine oclock she met a man who asked her if she had seen any thing of
the child who was lost She was alarmed by this account and passed several
hours in looking for him when the gates of Geneva were shut and she was forced
to remain several hours of the night in a barn belonging to a cottage being
unwilling to call up the inhabitants to whom she was well known Most of the
night she spent here watching towards morning she believed that she slept for a
few minutes some steps disturbed her and she awoke It was dawn and she
quitted her asylum that she might again endeavour to find my brother If she
had gone near the spot where his body lay it was without her knowledge That
she had been bewildered when questioned by the marketwoman was not surprising
since she had passed a sleepless night and the fate of poor William was yet
uncertain Concerning the picture she could give no account
»I know« continued the unhappy victim »how heavily and fatally this one
circumstance weighs against me but I have no power of explaining it and when I
have expressed my utter ignorance I am only left to conjecture concerning the
probabilities by which it might have been placed in my pocket But here also I
am checked I believe that I have no enemy on earth and none surely would have
been so wicked as to destroy me wantonly Did the murderer place it there I
know of no opportunity afforded him for so doing or if I had why should he
have stolen the jewel to part with it again so soon
I commit my cause to the justice of my judges yet I see no room for hope I
beg permission to have a few witnesses examined concerning my character and if
their testimony shall not overweigh my supposed guilt I must be condemned
although I would pledge my salvation on my innocence«
Several witnesses were called who had known her for many years and they
spoke well of her but fear and hatred of the crime of which they supposed her
guilty rendered them timorous and unwilling to come forward Elizabeth saw
even this last resource her excellent dispositions and irreproachable conduct
about to fail the accused when although violently agitated she desired
permission to address the court
»I am« said she »the cousin of the unhappy child who was murdered or
rather his sister for I was educated by and have lived with his parents ever
since and even long before his birth It may therefore be judged indecent in me
to come forward on this occasion but when I see a fellowcreature about to
perish through the cowardice of her pretended friends I wish to be allowed to
speak that I may say what I know of her character I am well acquainted with
the accused I have lived in the same house with her at one time for five and
at another for nearly two years During all that period she appeared to me the
most amiable and benevolent of human creatures She nursed Madame Frankenstein
my aunt in her last illness with the greatest affection and care and
afterwards attended her own mother during a tedious illness in a manner that
excited the admiration of all who knew her after which she again lived in my
uncles house where she was beloved by all the family She was warmly attached
to the child who is now dead and acted towards him like a most affectionate
mother For my own part I do not hesitate to say that notwithstanding all the
evidence produced against her I believe and rely on her perfect innocence She
had no temptation for such an action as to the bauble on which the chief proof
rests if she had earnestly desired it I should have willingly given it to her
so much do I esteem and value her«
A murmur of approbation followed Elizabeths simple and powerful appeal but
it was excited by her generous interference and not in favour of poor Justine
on whom the public indignation was turned with renewed violence charging her
with the blackest ingratitude She herself wept as Elizabeth spoke but she did
not answer My own agitation and anguish was extreme during the whole trial I
believed in her innocence I knew it Could the dæmon who had I did not for a
minute doubt murdered my brother also in his hellish sport have betrayed the
innocent to death and ignominy I could not sustain the horror of my situation
and when I perceived that the popular voice and the countenances of the judges
had already condemned my unhappy victim I rushed out of the court in agony The
tortures of the accused did not equal mine she was sustained by innocence but
the fangs of remorse tore my bosom and would not forego their hold
I passed a night of unmingled wretchedness In the morning I went to the
court my lips and throat were parched I dared not ask the fatal question but
I was known and the officer guessed the cause of my visit The ballots had been
thrown they were all black and Justine was condemned
I cannot pretend to describe what I then felt I had before experienced
sensations of horror and I have endeavoured to bestow upon them adequate
expressions but words cannot convey an idea of the heartsickening despair that
I then endured The person to whom I addressed myself added that Justine had
already confessed her guilt »That evidence« he observed »was hardly required
in so glaring a case but I am glad of it and indeed none of our judges like
to condemn a criminal upon circumstantial evidence be it ever so decisive«
This was strange and unexpected intelligence what could it mean Had my
eyes deceived me and was I really as mad as the whole world would believe me to
be if I disclosed the object of my suspicions I hastened to return home and
Elizabeth eagerly demanded the result
»My cousin« replied I »it is decided as you may have expected all judges
had rather that ten innocent should suffer than that one guilty should escape
But she has confessed«
This was a dire blow to poor Elizabeth who had relied with firmness upon
Justines innocence »Alas« said she »how shall I ever again believe in human
goodness Justine whom I loved and esteemed as my sister how could she put on
those smiles of innocence only to betray her mild eyes seemed incapable of any
severity or guile and yet she has committed a murder«
Soon after we heard that the poor victim had expressed a desire to see my
cousin My father wished her not to go but said that he left it to her own
judgment and feelings to decide »Yes« said Elizabeth »I will go although she
is guilty and you Victor shall accompany me I cannot go alone« The idea of
this visit was torture to me yet I could not refuse
We entered the gloomy prisonchamber and beheld Justine sitting on some
straw at the farther end her hands were manacled and her head rested on her
knees She rose on seeing us enter and when we were left alone with her she
threw herself at the feet of Elizabeth weeping bitterly My cousin wept also
»Oh Justine« said she »why did you rob me of my last consolation I
relied on your innocence and although I was then very wretched I was not so
miserable as I am now«
»And do you also believe that I am so very very wicked Do you also join
with my enemies to crush me to condemn me as a murderer« Her voice was
suffocated with sobs
»Rise my poor girl« said Elizabeth »why do you kneel if you are
innocent I am not one of your enemies I believed you guiltless
notwithstanding every evidence until I heard that you had yourself declared
your guilt That report you say is false and be assured dear Justine that
nothing can shake my confidence in you for a moment but your own confession«
»I did confess but I confessed a lie I confessed that I might obtain
absolution but now that falsehood lies heavier at my heart than all my other
sins The God of heaven forgive me Ever since I was condemned my confessor has
besieged me he threatened and menaced until I almost began to think that I was
the monster that he said I was He threatened excommunication and hell fire in
my last moments if I continued obdurate Dear lady I had none to support me
all looked on me as a wretch doomed to ignominy and perdition What could I do
In an evil hour I subscribed to a lie and now only am I truly miserable«
She paused weeping and then continued »I thought with horror my sweet
lady that you should believe your Justine whom your blessed aunt had so highly
honoured and whom you loved was a creature capable of a crime which none but
the devil himself could have perpetrated Dear William dearest blessed child I
soon shall see you again in heaven where we shall all be happy and that
consoles me going as I am to suffer ignominy and death«
»Oh Justine forgive me for having for one moment distrusted you Why did
you confess But do not mourn dear girl Do not fear I will proclaim I will
prove your innocence I will melt the stony hearts of your enemies by my tears
and prayers You shall not die You my playfellow my companion my sister
perish on the scaffold No no I never could survive so horrible a misfortune«
Justine shook her head mournfully »I do not fear to die« she said »that
pang is past God raises my weakness and gives me courage to endure the worst
I leave a sad and bitter world and if you remember me and think of me as of
one unjustly condemned I am resigned to the fate awaiting me Learn from me
dear lady to submit in patience to the will of Heaven«
During this conversation I had retired to a corner of the prisonroom where
I could conceal the horrid anguish that possessed me Despair Who dared talk of
that The poor victim who on the morrow was to pass the awful boundary between
life and death felt not as I did such deep and bitter agony I gnashed my
teeth and ground them together uttering a groan that came from my inmost soul
Justine started When she saw who it was she approached me and said »Dear
sir you are very kind to visit me you I hope do not believe that I am
guilty«
I could not answer »No Justine« said Elizabeth »he is more convinced of
your innocence than I was for even when he heard that you had confessed he did
not credit it«
»I truly thank him In these last moments I feel the sincerest gratitude
towards those who think of me with kindness How sweet is the affection of
others to such a wretch as I am It removes more than half my misfortune and I
feel as if I could die in peace now that my innocence is acknowledged by you
dear lady and your cousin«
Thus the poor sufferer tried to comfort others and herself She indeed
gained the resignation she desired But I the true murderer felt the
neverdying worm alive in my bosom which allowed of no hope or consolation
Elizabeth also wept and was unhappy but hers also was the misery of innocence
which like a cloud that passes over the fair moon for a while hides but cannot
tarnish its brightness Anguish and despair had penetrated into the core of my
heart I bore a hell within me which nothing could extinguish We stayed
several hours with Justine and it was with great difficulty that Elizabeth
could tear herself away »I wish« cried she »that I were to die with you I
cannot live in this world of misery«
Justine assumed an air of cheerfulness while she with difficulty repressed
her bitter tears She embraced Elizabeth and said in a voice of
halfsuppressed emotion »Farewell sweet lady dearest Elizabeth my beloved
and only friend may Heaven in its bounty bless and preserve you may this be
the last misfortune that you will ever suffer Live and be happy and make
others so«
And on the morrow Justine died Elizabeths heartrending eloquence failed
to move the judges from their settled conviction in the criminality of the
saintly sufferer My passionate and indignant appeals were lost upon them And
when I received their cold answers and heard the harsh unfeeling reasoning of
these men my purposed avowal died away on my lips Thus I might proclaim myself
a madman but not revoke the sentence passed upon my wretched victim She
perished on the scaffold as a murderess
From the tortures of my own heart I turned to contemplate the deep and
voiceless grief of my Elizabeth This also was my doing And my fathers woe
and the desolation of that late so smiling home all was the work of my
thriceaccursed hands Ye weep unhappy ones but these are not your last tears
Again shall you raise the funeral wail and the sound of your lamentations shall
again and again be heard Frankenstein your son your kinsman your early
muchloved friend he who would spend each vital drop of blood for your sakes
who has no thought nor sense of joy except as it is mirrored also in your dear
countenances who would fill the air with blessings and spend his life in
serving you he bids you weep to shed countless tears happy beyond his
hopes if thus inexorable fate be satisfied and if the destruction pause before
the peace of the grave have succeeded to your sad torments
Thus spoke my prophetic soul as torn by remorse horror and despair I
beheld those I loved spend vain sorrow upon the graves of William and Justine
the first hapless victims to my unhallowed arts
Chapter IX
Nothing is more painful to the human mind than after the feelings have been
worked up by a quick succession of events the dead calmness of inaction and
certainty which follows and deprives the soul both of hope and fear Justine
died she rested and I was alive The blood flowed freely in my veins but a
weight of despair and remorse pressed on my heart which nothing could remove
Sleep fled from my eyes I wandered like an evil spirit for I had committed
deeds of mischief beyond description horrible and more much more I persuaded
myself was yet behind Yet my heart overflowed with kindness and the love of
virtue I had begun life with benevolent intentions and thirsted for the moment
when I should put them in practice and make myself useful to my fellowbeings
Now all was blasted instead of that serenity of conscience which allowed me to
look back upon the past with selfsatisfaction and from thence to gather
promise of new hopes I was seized by remorse and the sense of guilt which
hurried me away to a hell of intense tortures such as no language can describe
This state of mind preyed upon my health which had perhaps never entirely
recovered from the first shock it had sustained I shunned the face of man all
sound of joy or complacency was torture to me solitude was my only consolation
deep dark deathlike solitude
My father observed with pain the alteration perceptible in my disposition
and habits and endeavoured by arguments deduced from the feelings of his serene
conscience and guiltless life to inspire me with fortitude and awaken in me
the courage to dispel the dark cloud which brooded over me »Do you think
Victor« said he »that I do not suffer also No one could love a child more
than I loved your brother« tears came into his eyes as he spoke »but is it
not a duty to the survivors that we should refrain from augmenting their
unhappiness by an appearance of immoderate grief It is also a duty owed to
yourself for excessive sorrow prevents improvement or enjoyment or even the
discharge of daily usefulness without which no man is fit for society«
This advice although good was totally inapplicable to my case I should
have been the first to hide my grief and console my friends if remorse had not
mingled its bitterness and terror its alarm with my other sensations Now I
could only answer my father with a look of despair and endeavour to hide myself
from his view
About this time we retired to our house at Belrive This change was
particularly agreeable to me The shutting of the gates regularly at ten
oclock and the impossibility of remaining on the lake after that hour had
rendered our residence within the walls of Geneva very irksome to me I was now
free Often after the rest of the family had retired for the night I took the
boat and passed many hours upon the water Sometimes with my sails set I was
carried by the wind and sometimes after rowing into the middle of the lake I
left the boat to pursue its own course and gave way to my own miserable
reflections I was often tempted when all was at peace around me and I the
only unquiet thing that wandered restless in a scene so beautiful and heavenly
if I except some bat or the frogs whose harsh and interrupted croaking was
heard only when I approached the shore often I say I was tempted to plunge
into the silent lake that the waters might close over me and my calamities for
ever But I was restrained when I thought of the heroic and suffering
Elizabeth whom I tenderly loved and whose existence was bound up in mine I
thought also of my father and surviving brother should I by my base desertion
leave them exposed and unprotected to the malice of the fiend whom I had let
loose among them
At these moments I wept bitterly and wished that peace would revisit my
mind only that I might afford them consolation and happiness But that could not
be Remorse extinguished every hope I had been the author of unalterable evils
and I lived in daily fear lest the monster whom I had created should perpetrate
some new wickedness I had an obscure feeling that all was not over and that he
would still commit some signal crime which by its enormity should almost efface
the recollection of the past There was always scope for fear so long as any
thing I loved remained behind My abhorrence of this fiend cannot be conceived
When I thought of him I gnashed my teeth my eyes became inflamed and I
ardently wished to extinguish that life which I had so thoughtlessly bestowed
When I reflected on his crimes and malice my hatred and revenge burst all
bounds of moderation I would have made a pilgrimage to the highest peak of the
Andes could I when there have precipitated him to their base I wished to see
him again that I might wreak the utmost extent of abhorrence on his head and
avenge the deaths of William and Justine
Our house was the house of mourning My fathers health was deeply shaken by
the horror of the recent events Elizabeth was sad and desponding she no longer
took delight in her ordinary occupations all pleasure seemed to her sacrilege
toward the dead eternal woe and tears she then thought was the just tribute she
should pay to innocence so blasted and destroyed She was no longer that happy
creature who in earlier youth wandered with me on the banks of the lake and
talked with ecstasy of our future prospects The first of those sorrows which
are sent to wean us from the earth had visited her and its dimming influence
quenched her dearest smiles
»When I reflect my dear cousin« said she »on the miserable death of
Justine Moritz I no longer see the world and its works as they before appeared
to me Before I looked upon the accounts of vice and injustice that I read in
books or heard from others as tales of ancient days or imaginary evils at
least they were remote and more familiar to reason than to the imagination but
now misery has come home and men appear to me as monsters thirsting for each
others blood Yet I am certainly unjust Every body believed that poor girl to
be guilty and if she could have committed the crime for which she suffered
assuredly she would have been the most depraved of human creatures For the sake
of a few jewels to have murdered the son of her benefactor and friend a child
whom she had nursed from its birth and appeared to love as if it had been her
own I could not consent to the death of any human being but certainly I should
have thought such a creature unfit to remain in the society of men But she was
innocent I know I feel she was innocent you are of the same opinion and that
confirms me Alas Victor when falsehood can look so like the truth who can
assure themselves of certain happiness I feel as if I were walking on the edge
of a precipice towards which thousands are crowding and endeavouring to plunge
me into the abyss William and Justine were assassinated and the murderer
escapes he walks about the world free and perhaps respected But even if I
were condemned to suffer on the scaffold for the same crimes I would not change
places with such a wretch«
I listened to this discourse with the extremest agony I not in deed but
in effect was the true murderer Elizabeth read my anguish in my countenance
and kindly taking my hand said »My dearest friend you must calm yourself
These events have affected me God knows how deeply but I am not so wretched as
you are There is an expression of despair and sometimes of revenge in your
countenance that makes me tremble Dear Victor banish these dark passions
Remember the friends around you who centre all their hopes in you Have we lost
the power of rendering you happy Ah while we love while we are true to each
other here in this land of peace and beauty your native country we may reap
every tranquil blessing what can disturb our peace«
And could not such words from her whom I fondly prized before every other
gift of fortune suffice to chase away the fiend that lurked in my heart Even
as she spoke I drew near to her as if in terror lest at that very moment the
destroyer had been near to rob me of her
Thus not the tenderness of friendship nor the beauty of earth nor of
heaven could redeem my soul from woe the very accents of love were
ineffectual I was encompassed by a cloud which no beneficial influence could
penetrate The wounded deer dragging its fainting limbs to some untrodden brake
there to gaze upon the arrow which had pierced it and to die was but a type
of me
Sometimes I could cope with the sullen despair that overwhelmed me but
sometimes the whirlwind passions of my soul drove me to seek by bodily exercise
and by change of place some relief from my intolerable sensations It was
during an access of this kind that I suddenly left my home and bending my steps
towards the near Alpine valleys sought in the magnificence the eternity of
such scenes to forget myself and my ephemeral because human sorrows My
wanderings were directed towards the valley of Chamounix I had visited it
frequently during my boyhood Six years had passed since then I was a wreck
but nought had changed in those savage and enduring scenes
I performed the first part of my journey on horseback I afterwards hired a
mule as the more surefooted and least liable to receive injury on these
rugged roads The weather was fine it was about the middle of the month of
August nearly two months after the death of Justine that miserable epoch from
which I dated all my woe The weight upon my spirit was sensibly lightened as I
plunged yet deeper in the ravine of Arve The immense mountains and precipices
that overhung me on every side the sound of the river raging among the rocks
and the dashing of the waterfalls around spoke of a power mighty as Omnipotence
and I ceased to fear or to bend before any being less almighty than that
which had created and ruled the elements here displayed in their most terrific
guise Still as I ascended higher the valley assumed a more magnificent and
astonishing character Ruined castles hanging on the precipices of piny
mountains the impetuous Arve and cottages every here and there peeping forth
from among the trees formed a scene of singular beauty But it was augmented
and rendered sublime by the mighty Alps whose white and shining pyramids and
domes towered above all as belonging to another earth the habitations of
another race of beings
I passed the bridge of Pélissier where the ravine which the river forms
opened before me and I began to ascend the mountain that overhangs it Soon
after I entered the valley of Chamounix This valley is more wonderful and
sublime but not so beautiful and picturesque as that of Servox through which
I had just passed The high and snowy mountains were its immediate boundaries
but I saw no more ruined castles and fertile fields Immense glaciers approached
the road I heard the rumbling thunder of the falling avalanche and marked the
smoke of its passage Mont Blanc the supreme and magnificent Mont Blanc raised
itself from the surrounding aiguilles and its tremendous dôme overlooked the
valley
A tingling longlost sense of pleasure often came across me during this
journey Some turn in the road some new object suddenly perceived and
recognized reminded me of days gone by and were associated with the
lighthearted gaiety of boyhood The very winds whispered in soothing accents
and maternal nature bade me weep no more Then again the kindly influence ceased
to act I found myself fettered again to grief and indulging in all the misery
of reflection Then I spurred on my animal striving so to forget the world my
fears and more than all myself or in a more desperate fashion I alighted
and threw myself on the grass weighed down by horror and despair
At length I arrived at the village of Chamounix Exhaustion succeeded to the
extreme fatigue both of body and of mind which I had endured For a short space
of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played
above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve which pursued its
noisy way beneath The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen
sensations when I placed my head upon my pillow sleep crept over me I felt it
as it came and blest the giver of oblivion
Chapter X
I spent the following day roaming through the valley I stood beside the sources
of the Arveiron which take their rise in a glacier that with slow pace is
advancing down from the summit of the hills to barricade the valley The abrupt
sides of vast mountains were before me the icy wall of the glacier overhung me
a few shattered pines were scattered around and the solemn silence of this
glorious presencechamber of imperial Nature was broken only by the brawling
waves or the fall of some vast fragment the thunder sound of the avalanche or
the cracking reverberated along the mountains of the accumulated ice which
through the silent working of immutable laws was ever and anon rent and torn
as if it had been but a plaything in their hands These sublime and magnificent
scenes afforded me the greatest consolation that I was capable of receiving
They elevated me from all littleness of feeling and although they did not
remove my grief they subdued and tranquillised it In some degree also they
diverted my mind from the thoughts over which it had brooded for the last month
I retired to rest at night my slumbers as it were waited on and ministered to
by the assemblance of grand shapes which I had contemplated during the day They
congregated round me the unstained snowy mountaintop the glittering pinnacle
the pine woods and ragged bare ravine the eagle soaring amidst the clouds
they all gathered round me and bade me be at peace
Where had they fled when the next morning I awoke All of soulinspiriting
fled with sleep and dark melancholy clouded every thought The rain was pouring
in torrents and thick mists hid the summits of the mountains so that I even
saw not the faces of those mighty friends Still I would penetrate their misty
veil and seek them in their cloudy retreats What were rain and storm to me My
mule was brought to the door and I resolved to ascend to the summit of
Montanvert I remembered the effect that the view of the tremendous and
evermoving glacier had produced upon my mind when I first saw it It had then
filled me with a sublime ecstasy that gave wings to the soul and allowed it to
soar from the obscure world to light and joy The sight of the awful and
majestic in nature had indeed always the effect of solemnising my mind and
causing me to forget the passing cares of life I determined to go without a
guide for I was well acquainted with the path and the presence of another
would destroy the solitary grandeur of the scene
The ascent is precipitous but the path is cut into continual and short
windings which enable you to surmount the perpendicularity of the mountain It
is a scene terrifically desolate In a thousand spots the traces of the winter
avalanche may be perceived where trees lie broken and strewed on the ground
some entirely destroyed others bent leaning upon the jutting rocks of the
mountain or transversely upon other trees The path as you ascend higher is
intersected by ravines of snow down which stones continually roll from above
one of them is particularly dangerous as the slightest sound such as even
speaking in a loud voice produces a concussion of air sufficient to draw
destruction upon the head of the speaker The pines are not tall or luxuriant
but they are sombre and add an air of severity to the scene I looked on the
valley beneath vast mists were rising from the rivers which ran through it and
curling in thick wreaths around the opposite mountains whose summits were hid
in the uniform clouds while rain poured from the dark sky and added to the
melancholy impression I received from the objects around me Alas why does man
boast of sensibilities superior to those apparent in the brute it only renders
them more necessary beings If our impulses were confined to hunger thirst and
desire we might be nearly free but now we are moved by every wind that blows
and a chance word or scene that that word may convey to us
We rest a dream has power to poison sleep
We rise one wandring thought pollutes the day
We feel conceive or reason laugh or weep
Embrace fond woe or cast our cares away
It is the same for be it joy or sorrow
The path of its departure still is free
Mans yesterday may neer be like his morrow
Nought may endure but mutability
It was nearly noon when I arrived at the top of the ascent For some time I sat
upon the rock that overlooks the sea of ice A mist covered both that and the
surrounding mountains Presently a breeze dissipated the cloud and I descended
upon the glacier The surface is very uneven rising like the waves of a
troubled sea descending low and interspersed by rifts that sink deep The
field of ice is almost a league in width but I spent nearly two hours in
crossing it The opposite mountain is a bare perpendicular rock From the side
where I now stood Montanvert was exactly opposite at the distance of a league
and above it rose Mont Blanc in awful majesty I remained in a recess of the
rock gazing on this wonderful and stupendous scene The sea or rather the vast
river of ice wound among its dependent mountains whose aerial summits hung
over its recesses Their icy and glittering peaks shone in the sunlight over the
clouds My heart which was before sorrowful now swelled with something like
joy I exclaimed »Wandering spirits if indeed ye wander and do not rest in
your narrow beds allow me this faint happiness or take me as your companion
away from the joys of life«
As I said this I suddenly beheld the figure of a man at some distance
advancing towards me with superhuman speed He bounded over the crevices in the
ice among which I had walked with caution his stature also as he approached
seemed to exceed that of man I was troubled a mist came over my eyes and I
felt a faintness seize me but I was quickly restored by the cold gale of the
mountains I perceived as the shape came nearer sight tremendous and
abhorred that it was the wretch whom I had created I trembled with rage and
horror resolving to wait his approach and then close with him in mortal
combat He approached his countenance bespoke bitter anguish combined with
disdain and malignity while its unearthly ugliness rendered it almost too
horrible for human eyes But I scarcely observed this rage and hatred had at
first deprived me of utterance and I recovered only to overwhelm him with words
expressive of furious detestation and contempt
»Devil« I exclaimed »do you dare approach me and do not you fear the
fierce vengeance of my arm wreaked on your miserable head Begone vile insect
or rather stay that I may trample you to dust and oh that I could with the
extinction of your miserable existence restore those victims whom you have so
diabolically murdered«
»I expected this reception« said the dæmon »All men hate the wretched
how then must I be hated who am miserable beyond all living things Yet you
my creator detest and spurn me thy creature to whom thou art bound by ties
only dissoluble by the annihilation of one of us You purpose to kill me How
dare you sport thus with life Do your duty towards me and I will do mine
towards you and the rest of mankind If you will comply with my conditions I
will leave them and you at peace but if you refuse I will glut the maw of
death until it be satiated with the blood of your remaining friends«
»Abhorred monster fiend that thou art the tortures of hell are too mild a
vengeance for thy crimes Wretched devil you reproach me with your creation
come on then that I may extinguish the spark which I so negligently bestowed«
My rage was without bounds I sprang on him impelled by all the feelings
which can arm one being against the existence of another
He easily eluded me and said
»Be calm I entreat you to hear me before you give vent to your hatred on
my devoted head Have I not suffered enough that you seek to increase my
misery Life although it may only be an accumulation of anguish is dear to me
and I will defend it Remember thou hast made me more powerful than thyself my
height is superior to thine my joints more supple But I will not be tempted to
set myself in opposition to thee I am thy creature and I will be even mild and
docile to my natural lord and king if thou wilt also perform thy part the
which thou owest me Oh Frankenstein be not equitable to every other and
trample upon me alone to whom thy justice and even thy clemency and affection
is most due Remember that I am thy creature I ought to be thy Adam but I am
rather the fallen angel whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed Every where
I see bliss from which I alone am irrevocably excluded I was benevolent and
good misery made me a fiend Make me happy and I shall again be virtuous«
»Begone I will not hear you There can be no community between you and me
we are enemies Begone or let us try our strength in a fight in which one must
fall«
»How can I move thee Will no entreaties cause thee to turn a favourable eye
upon thy creature who implores thy goodness and compassion Believe me
Frankenstein I was benevolent my soul glowed with love and humanity but am I
not alone miserably alone You my creator abhor me what hope can I gather
from your fellowcreatures who owe me nothing they spurn and hate me The
desert mountains and dreary glaciers are my refuge I have wandered here many
days the caves of ice which I only do not fear are a dwelling to me and the
only one which man does not grudge These bleak skies I hail for they are
kinder to me than your fellowbeings If the multitude of mankind knew of my
existence they would do as you do and arm themselves for my destruction Shall
I not then hate them who abhor me I will keep no terms with my enemies I am
miserable and they shall share my wretchedness Yet it is in your power to
recompense me and deliver them from an evil which it only remains for you to
make so great that not only you and your family but thousands of others shall
be swallowed up in the whirlwinds of its rage Let your compassion be moved and
do not disdain me Listen to my tale when you have heard that abandon or
commiserate me as you shall judge that I deserve But hear me The guilty are
allowed by human laws bloody as they are to speak in their own defence before
they are condemned Listen to me Frankenstein You accuse me of murder and yet
you would with a satisfied conscience destroy your own creature Oh praise
the eternal justice of man Yet I ask you not to spare me listen to me and
then if you can and if you will destroy the work of your hands«
»Why do you call to my remembrance« I rejoined »circumstances of which I
shudder to reflect that I have been the miserable origin and author Cursed be
the day abhorred devil in which you first saw light Cursed although I curse
myself be the hands that formed you You have made me wretched beyond
expression You have left me no power to consider whether I am just to you or
not Begone relieve me from the sight of your detested form«
»Thus I relieve thee my creator« he said and placed his hated hands
before my eyes which I flung from me with violence »thus I take from thee a
sight which you abhor Still thou canst listen to me and grant me thy
compassion By the virtues that I once possessed I demand this from you Hear
my tale it is long and strange and the temperature of this place is not
fitting to your fine sensations come to the hut upon the mountain The sun is
yet high in the heavens before it descends to hide itself behind yon snowy
precipices and illuminate another world you will have heard my story and can
decide On you it rests whether I quit for ever the neighbourhood of man and
lead a harmless life or become the scourge of your fellowcreatures and the
author of your own speedy ruin«
As he said this he led the way across the ice I followed My heart was
full and I did not answer him but as I proceeded I weighed the various
arguments that he had used and determined at least to listen to his tale I was
partly urged by curiosity and compassion confirmed my resolution I had
hitherto supposed him to be the murderer of my brother and I eagerly sought a
confirmation or denial of this opinion For the first time also I felt what
the duties of a creator towards his creature were and that I ought to render
him happy before I complained of his wickedness These motives urged me to
comply with his demand We crossed the ice therefore and ascended the opposite
rock The air was cold and the rain again began to descend we entered the hut
the fiend with an air of exultation I with a heavy heart and depressed
spirits But I consented to listen and seating myself by the fire which my
odious companion had lighted he thus began his tale
Chapter XI
»It is with considerable difficulty that I remember the original era of my
being all the events of that period appear confused and indistinct A strange
multiplicity of sensations seized me and I saw felt heard and smelt at the
same time and it was indeed a long time before I learned to distinguish
between the operations of my various senses By degrees I remember a stronger
light pressed upon my nerves so that I was obliged to shut my eyes Darkness
then came over me and troubled me but hardly had I felt this when by opening
my eyes as I now suppose the light poured in upon me again I walked and I
believe descended but I presently found a great alteration in my sensations
Before dark and opaque bodies had surrounded me impervious to my touch or
sight but I now found that I could wander on at liberty with no obstacles
which I could not either surmount or avoid The light became more and more
oppressive to me and the heat wearying me as I walked I sought a place where
I could receive shade This was the forest near Ingolstadt and here I lay by
the side of a brook resting from my fatigue until I felt tormented by hunger
and thirst This roused me from my nearly dormant state and I ate some berries
which I found hanging on the trees or lying on the ground I slaked my thirst
at the brook and then lying down was overcome by sleep
It was dark when I awoke I felt cold also and halffrightened as it were
instinctively finding myself so desolate Before I had quitted your apartment
on a sensation of cold I had covered myself with some clothes but these were
insufficient to secure me from the dews of night I was a poor helpless
miserable wretch I knew and could distinguish nothing but feeling pain
invade me on all sides I sat down and wept
Soon a gentle light stole over the heavens and gave me a sensation of
pleasure I started up and beheld a radiant form rise from among the trees2 I
gazed with a kind of wonder It moved slowly but it enlightened my path and I
again went out in search of berries I was still cold when under one of the
trees I found a huge cloak with which I covered myself and sat down upon the
ground No distinct ideas occupied my mind all was confused I felt light and
hunger and thirst and darkness innumerable sounds rung in my ears and on all
sides various scents saluted me the only object that I could distinguish was
the bright moon and I fixed my eyes on that with pleasure
Several changes of day and night passed and the orb of night had greatly
lessened when I began to distinguish my sensations from each other I gradually
saw plainly the clear stream that supplied me with drink and the trees that
shaded we with their foliage I was delighted when I first discovered that a
pleasant sound which often saluted my ears proceeded from the throats of the
little winged animals who had often intercepted the light from my eyes I began
also to observe with greater accuracy the forms that surrounded me and to
perceive the boundaries of the radiant roof of light which canopied me
Sometimes I tried to imitate the pleasant songs of the birds but was unable
Sometimes I wished to express my sensations in my own mode but the uncouth and
inarticulate sounds which broke from me frightened me into silence again
The moon had disappeared from the night and again with a lessened form
showed itself while I still remained in the forest My sensations had by this
time become distinct and my mind received every day additional ideas My eyes
became accustomed to the light and to perceive objects in their right forms I
distinguished the insect from the herb and by degrees one herb from another
I found that the sparrow uttered none but harsh notes whilst those of the
blackbird and thrush were sweet and enticing
One day when I was oppressed by cold I found a fire which had been left by
some wandering beggars and was overcome with delight at the warmth I
experienced from it In my joy I thrust my hand into the live embers but
quickly drew it out again with a cry of pain How strange I thought that the
same cause should produce such opposite effects I examined the materials of the
fire and to my joy found it to be composed of wood I quickly collected some
branches but they were wet and would not burn I was pained at this and sat
still watching the operation of the fire The wet wood which I had placed near
the heat dried and itself became inflamed I reflected on this and by
touching the various branches I discovered the cause and busied myself in
collecting a great quantity of wood that I might dry it and have a plentiful
supply of fire When night came on and brought sleep with it I was in the
greatest fear lest my fire should be extinguished I covered it carefully with
dry wood and leaves and placed wet branches upon it and then spreading my
cloak I lay on the ground and sunk into sleep
It was morning when I awoke and my first care was to visit the fire I
uncovered it and a gentle breeze quickly fanned it into a flame I observed
this also and contrived a fan of branches which roused the embers when they
were nearly extinguished When night came again I found with pleasure that
the fire gave light as well as heat and that the discovery of this element was
useful to me in my food for I found some of the offals that the travellers had
left had been roasted and tasted much more savoury than the berries I gathered
from the trees I tried therefore to dress my food in the same manner placing
it on the live embers I found that the berries were spoiled by this operation
and the nuts and roots much improved
Food however became scarce and I often spent the whole day searching in
vain for a few acorns to assuage the pangs of hunger When I found this I
resolved to quit the place that I had hitherto inhabited to seek for one where
the few wants I experienced would be more easily satisfied In this emigration
I exceedingly lamented the loss of the fire which I had obtained through
accident and knew not how to reproduce it I gave several hours to the serious
consideration of this difficulty but I was obliged to relinquish all attempt to
supply it and wrapping myself up in my cloak I struck across the wood towards
the setting sun I passed three days in these rambles and at length discovered
the open country A great fall of snow had taken place the night before and the
fields were of one uniform white the appearance was disconsolate and I found
my feet chilled by the cold damp substance that covered the ground
It was about seven in the morning and I longed to obtain food and shelter
at length I perceived a small hut on a rising ground which had doubtless been
built for the convenience of some shepherd This was a new sight to me and I
examined the structure with great curiosity Finding the door open I entered
An old man sat in it near a fire over which he was preparing his breakfast He
turned on hearing a noise and perceiving me shrieked loudly and quitting
the hut ran across the fields with a speed of which his debilitated form hardly
appeared capable His appearance different from any I had ever before seen and
his flight somewhat surprised me But I was enchanted by the appearance of the
hut here the snow and rain could not penetrate the ground was dry and it
presented to me then as exquisite and divine a retreat as Pendæmonium appeared
to the dæmons of hell after their sufferings in the lake of fire I greedily
devoured the remnants of the shepherds breakfast which consisted of bread
cheese milk and wine the latter however I did not like Then overcome by
fatigue I lay down among some straw and fell asleep
It was noon when I awoke and allured by the warmth of the sun which shone
brightly on the white ground I determined to recommence my travels and
depositing the remains of the peasants breakfast in a wallet I found I
proceeded across the fields for several hours until at sunset I arrived at a
village How miraculous did this appear the huts the neater cottages and
stately houses engaged my admiration by turns The vegetables in the gardens
the milk and cheese that I saw placed at the windows of some of the cottages
allured my appetite One of the best of these I entered but I had hardly placed
my foot within the door before the children shrieked and one of the women
fainted The whole village was roused some fled some attacked me until
grievously bruised by stones and many other kinds of missile weapons I escaped
to the open country and fearfully took refuge in a low hovel quite bare and
making a wretched appearance after the palaces I had beheld in the village This
hovel however joined a cottage of a neat and pleasant appearance but after
my late dearly bought experience I dared not enter it My place of refuge was
constructed of wood but so low that I could with difficulty sit upright in it
No wood however was placed on the earth which formed the floor but it was
dry and although the wind entered it by innumerable chinks I found it an
agreeable asylum from the snow and rain
Here then I retreated and lay down happy to have found a shelter however
miserable from the inclemency of the season and still more from the barbarity
of man
As soon as morning dawned I crept from my kennel that I might view the
adjacent cottage and discover if I could remain in the habitation I had found
It was situated against the back of the cottage and surrounded on the sides
which were exposed by a pigsty and a clear pool of water One part was open
and by that I had crept in but now I covered every crevice by which I might be
perceived with stones and wood yet in such a manner that I might move them on
occasion to pass out all the light I enjoyed came through the sty and that was
sufficient for me
Having thus arranged my dwelling and carpeted it with clean straw I
retired for I saw the figure of a man at a distance and I remembered too well
my treatment the night before to trust myself in his power I had first
however provided for my sustenance for that day by a loaf of coarse bread
which I purloined and a cup with which I could drink more conveniently than
from my hand of the pure water which flowed by my retreat The floor was a
little raised so that it was kept perfectly dry and by its vicinity to the
chimney of the cottage it was tolerably warm
Being thus provided I resolved to reside in this hovel until something
should occur which might alter my determination It was indeed a paradise
compared to the bleak forest my former residence the rain branches and dank
earth I ate my breakfast with pleasure and was about to remove a plank to
procure myself a little water when I heard a step and looking through a small
chink I beheld a young creature with a pail on her head passing before my
hovel The girl was young and of gentle demeanour unlike what I have since
found cottagers and farmhouse servants to be Yet she was meanly dressed a
coarse blue petticoat and a linen jacket being her only garb her fair hair was
plaited but not adorned she looked patient yet sad I lost sight of her and
in about a quarter of an hour she returned bearing the pail which was now
partly filled with milk As she walked along seemingly incommoded by the
burden a young man met her whose countenance expressed a deeper despondence
Uttering a few sounds with an air of melancholy he took the pail from her head
and bore it to the cottage himself She followed and they disappeared
Presently I saw the young man again with some tools in his hand cross the
field behind the cottage and the girl was also busied sometimes in the house
and sometimes in the yard
On examining my dwelling I found that one of the windows of the cottage had
formerly occupied a part of it but the panes had been filled up with wood In
one of these was a small and almost imperceptible chink through which the eye
could just penetrate Through this crevice a small room was visible whitewashed
and clean but very bare of furniture In one corner near a small fire sat an
old man leaning his head on his hands in a disconsolate attitude The young
girl was occupied in arranging the cottage but presently she took something out
of a drawer which employed her hands and she sat down beside the old man who
taking up an instrument began to play and to produce sounds sweeter than the
voice of the thrush or the nightingale It was a lovely sight even to me poor
wretch who had never beheld aught beautiful before The silver hair and
benevolent countenance of the aged cottager won my reverence while the gentle
manners of the girl enticed my love He played a sweet mournful air which I
perceived drew tears from the eyes of his amiable companion of which the old
man took no notice until she sobbed audibly he then pronounced a few sounds
and the fair creature leaving her work knelt at his feet He raised her and
smiled with such kindness and affection that I felt sensations of a peculiar
and overpowering nature they were a mixture of pain and pleasure such as I had
never before experienced either from hunger or cold warmth or food and I
withdrew from the window unable to bear these emotions
Soon after this the young man returned bearing on his shoulders a load of
wood The girl met him at the door helped to relieve him of his burden and
taking some of the fuel into the cottage placed it on the fire then she and
the youth went apart into a nook of the cottage and he showed her a large loaf
and a piece of cheese She seemed pleased and went into the garden for some
roots and plants which she placed in water and then upon the fire She
afterwards continued her work whilst the young man went into the garden and
appeared busily employed in digging and pulling up roots After he had been
employed thus about an hour the young woman joined him and they entered the
cottage together
The old man had in the mean time been pensive but on the appearance of
his companions he assumed a more cheerful air and they sat down to eat The
meal was quickly despatched The young woman was again occupied in arranging the
cottage the old man walked before the cottage in the sun for a few minutes
leaning on the arm of the youth Nothing could exceed in beauty the contrast
between these two excellent creatures One was old with silver hairs and a
countenance beaming with benevolence and love the younger was slight and
graceful in his figure and his features were moulded with the finest symmetry
yet his eyes and attitude expressed the utmost sadness and despondency The old
man returned to the cottage and the youth with tools different from those he
had used in the morning directed his steps across the fields
Night quickly shut in but to my extreme wonder I found that the cottagers
had a means of prolonging light by the use of tapers and was delighted to find
that the setting of the sun did not put an end to the pleasure I experienced in
watching my human neighbours In the evening the young girl and her companion
were employed in various occupations which I did not understand and the old man
again took up the instrument which produced the divine sounds that had enchanted
me in the morning So soon as he had finished the youth began not to play but
to utter sounds that were monotonous and neither resembling the harmony of the
old mans instrument nor the songs of the birds I since found that he read
aloud but at that time I knew nothing of the science of words or letters
The family after having been thus occupied for a short time extinguished
their lights and retired as I conjectured to rest
Chapter XII
I lay on my straw but I could not sleep I thought of the occurrences of the
day What chiefly struck me was the gentle manners of these people and I longed
to join them but dared not I remembered too well the treatment I had suffered
the night before from the barbarous villagers and resolved whatever course of
conduct I might hereafter think it right to pursue that for the present I would
remain quietly in my hovel watching and endeavouring to discover the motives
which influenced their actions
The cottagers arose the next morning before the sun The young woman
arranged the cottage and prepared the food and the youth departed after the
first meal
This day was passed in the same routine as that which preceded it The young
man was constantly employed out of doors and the girl in various laborious
occupations within The old man whom I soon perceived to be blind employed his
leisure hours on his instrument or in contemplation Nothing could exceed the
love and respect which the younger cottagers exhibited towards their venerable
companion They performed towards him every little office of affection and duty
with gentleness and he rewarded them by his benevolent smiles
They were not entirely happy The young man and his companion often went
apart and appeared to weep I saw no cause for their unhappiness but I was
deeply affected by it If such lovely creatures were miserable it was less
strange that I an imperfect and solitary being should be wretched Yet why
were these gentle beings unhappy They possessed a delightful house for such it
was in my eyes and every luxury they had a fire to warm them when chill and
delicious viands when hungry they were dressed in excellent clothes and still
more they enjoyed one anothers company and speech interchanging each day
looks of affection and kindness What did their tears imply Did they really
express pain I was at first unable to solve these questions but perpetual
attention and time explained to me many appearances which were at first
enigmatic
A considerable period elapsed before I discovered one of the causes of the
uneasiness of this amiable family it was poverty and they suffered that evil
in a very distressing degree Their nourishment consisted entirely of the
vegetables of their garden and the milk of one cow which gave very little
during the winter when its masters could scarcely procure food to support it
They often I believe suffered the pangs of hunger very poignantly especially
the two younger cottagers for several times they placed food before the old
man when they reserved none for themselves
This trait of kindness moved me sensibly I had been accustomed during the
night to steal a part of their store for my own consumption but when I found
that in doing this I inflicted pain on the cottagers I abstained and satisfied
myself with berries nuts and roots which I gathered from a neighbouring wood
I discovered also another means through which I was enabled to assist their
labours I found that the youth spent a great part of each day in collecting
wood for the family fire and during the night I often took his tools the use
of which I quickly discovered and brought home firing sufficient for the
consumption of several days
I remember the first time that I did this the young woman when she opened
the door in the morning appeared greatly astonished on seeing a great pile of
wood on the outside She uttered some words in a loud voice and the youth
joined her who also expressed surprise I observed with pleasure that he did
not go to the forest that day but spent it in repairing the cottage and
cultivating the garden
By degrees I made a discovery of still greater moment I found that these
people possessed a method of communicating their experience and feelings to one
another by articulate sounds I perceived that the words they spoke sometimes
produced pleasure or pain smiles or sadness in the minds and countenances of
the hearers This was indeed a godlike science and I ardently desired to become
acquainted with it But I was baffled in every attempt I made for this purpose
Their pronunciation was quick and the words they uttered not having any
apparent connection with visible objects I was unable to discover any clue by
which I could unravel the mystery of their reference By great application
however and after having remained during the space of several revolutions of
the moon in my hovel I discovered the names that were given to some of the most
familiar objects of discourse I learned and applied the words fire milk
bread and wood I learned also the names of the cottagers themselves The youth
and his companion had each of them several names but the old man had only one
which was father The girl was called sister or Agatha and the youth Felix
brother or son I cannot describe the delight I felt when I learned the ideas
appropriated to each of these sounds and was able to pronounce them I
distinguished several other words without being able as yet to understand or
apply them such as good dearest unhappy
I spent the winter in this manner The gentle manners and beauty of the
cottagers greatly endeared them to me when they were unhappy I felt depressed
when they rejoiced I sympathised in their joys I saw few human beings beside
them and if any other happened to enter the cottage their harsh manners and
rude gait only enhanced to me the superior accomplishments of my friends The
old man I could perceive often endeavoured to encourage his children as
sometimes I found that he called them to cast off their melancholy He would
talk in a cheerful accent with an expression of goodness that bestowed pleasure
even upon me Agatha listened with respect her eyes sometimes filled with
tears which she endeavoured to wipe away unperceived but I generally found
that her countenance and tone were more cheerful after having listened to the
exhortations of her father It was not thus with Felix He was always the
saddest of the group and even to my unpractised senses he appeared to have
suffered more deeply than his friends But if his countenance was more
sorrowful his voice was more cheerful than that of his sister especially when
he addressed the old man
I could mention innumerable instances which although slight marked the
dispositions of these amiable cottagers In the midst of poverty and want Felix
carried with pleasure to his sister the first little white flower that peeped
out from beneath the snowy ground Early in the morning before she had risen
he cleared away the snow that obstructed her path to the milkhouse drew water
from the well and brought the wood from the outhouse where to his perpetual
astonishment he found his store always replenished by an invisible hand In the
day I believe he worked sometimes for a neighbouring farmer because he often
went forth and did not return until dinner yet brought no wood with him At
other times he worked in the garden but as there was little to do in the
frosty season he read to the old man and Agatha
This reading had puzzled me extremely at first but by degrees I
discovered that he uttered many of the same sounds when he read as when he
talked I conjectured therefore that he found on the paper signs for speech
which he understood and I ardently longed to comprehend these also but how was
that possible when I did not even understand the sounds for which they stood as
signs I improved however sensibly in this science but not sufficiently to
follow up any kind of conversation although I applied my whole mind to the
endeavour for I easily perceived that although I eagerly longed to discover
myself to the cottagers I ought not to make the attempt until I had first
become master of their language which knowledge might enable me to make them
overlook the deformity of my figure for with this also the contrast perpetually
presented to my eyes had made me acquainted
I had admired the perfect forms of my cottagers their grace beauty and
delicate complexions but how was I terrified when I viewed myself in a
transparent pool At first I started back unable to believe that it was indeed
I who was reflected in the mirror and when I became fully convinced that I was
in reality the monster that I am I was filled with the bitterest sensations of
despondence and mortification Alas I did not yet entirely know the fatal
effects of this miserable deformity
As the sun became warmer and the light of day longer the snow vanished
and I beheld the bare trees and the black earth From this time Felix was more
employed and the heartmoving indications of impending famine disappeared
Their food as I afterwards found was coarse but it was wholesome and they
procured a sufficiency of it Several new kinds of plants sprung up in the
garden which they dressed and these signs of comfort increased daily as the
season advanced
The old man leaning on his son walked each day at noon when it did not
rain as I found it was called when the heavens poured forth its waters This
frequently took place but a high wind quickly dried the earth and the season
became far more pleasant than it had been
My mode of life in my hovel was uniform During the morning I attended the
motions of the cottagers and when they were dispersed in various occupations I
slept the remainder of the day was spent in observing my friends When they had
retired to rest if there was any moon or the night was starlight I went into
the woods and collected my own food and fuel for the cottage When I returned
as often as it was necessary I cleared their path from the snow and performed
those offices that I had seen done by Felix I afterwards found that these
labours performed by an invisible hand greatly astonished them and once or
twice I heard them on these occasions utter the words good spirit wonderful
but I did not then understand the signification of these terms
My thoughts now became more active and I longed to discover the motives and
feelings of these lovely creatures I was inquisitive to know why Felix appeared
so miserable and Agatha so sad I thought foolish wretch that it might be in
my power to restore happiness to these deserving people When I slept or was
absent the forms of the venerable blind father the gentle Agatha and the
excellent Felix flitted before me I looked upon them as superior beings who
would be the arbiters of my future destiny I formed in my imagination a
thousand pictures of presenting myself to them and their reception of me I
imagined that they would be disgusted until by my gentle demeanour and
conciliating words I should first win their favour and afterwards their love
These thoughts exhilarated me and led me to apply with fresh ardour to the
acquiring the art of language My organs were indeed harsh but supple and
although my voice was very unlike the soft music of their tones yet I
pronounced such words as I understood with tolerable ease It was as the ass and
the lapdog yet surely the gentle ass whose intentions were affectionate
although his manners were rude deserved better treatment than blows and
execration
The pleasant showers and genial warmth of spring greatly altered the aspect
of the earth Men who before this change seemed to have been hid in caves
dispersed themselves and were employed in various arts of cultivation The
birds sang in more cheerful notes and the leaves began to bud forth on the
trees Happy happy earth fit habitation for gods which so short a time
before was bleak damp and unwholesome My spirits were elevated by the
enchanting appearance of nature the past was blotted from my memory the
present was tranquil and the future gilded by bright rays of hope and
anticipations of joy
Chapter XIII
I now hasten to the more moving part of my story I shall relate events that
impressed me with feelings which from what I had been have made me what I am
Spring advanced rapidly the weather became fine and the skies cloudless
It surprised me that what before was desert and gloomy should now bloom with
the most beautiful flowers and verdure My senses were gratified and refreshed
by a thousand scents of delight and a thousand sights of beauty
It was on one of these days when my cottagers periodically rested from
labour the old man played on his guitar and the children listened to him
that I observed the countenance of Felix was melancholy beyond expression he
sighed frequently and once his father paused in his music and I conjectured by
his manner that he enquired the cause of his sons sorrow Felix replied in a
cheerful accent and the old man was recommencing his music when some one
tapped at the door
It was a lady on horseback accompanied by a countryman as a guide The
lady was dressed in a dark suit and covered with a thick black veil Agatha
asked a question to which the stranger only replied by pronouncing in a sweet
accent the name of Felix Her voice was musical but unlike that of either of
my friends On hearing this word Felix came up hastily to the lady who when
she saw him threw up her veil and I beheld a countenance of angelic beauty and
expression Her hair of a shining raven black and curiously braided her eyes
were dark but gentle although animated her features of a regular proportion
and her complexion wondrously fair each cheek tinged with a lovely pink
Felix seemed ravished with delight when he saw her every trait of sorrow
vanished from his face and it instantly expressed a degree of ecstatic joy of
which I could hardly have believed it capable his eyes sparkled as his cheek
flushed with pleasure and at that moment I thought him as beautiful as the
stranger She appeared affected by different feelings wiping a few tears from
her lovely eyes she held out her hand to Felix who kissed it rapturously and
called her as well as I could distinguish his sweet Arabian She did not
appear to understand him but smiled He assisted her to dismount and
dismissing her guide conducted her into the cottage Some conversation took
place between him and his father and the young stranger knelt at the old mans
feet and would have kissed his hand but he raised her and embraced her
affectionately
I soon perceived that although the stranger uttered articulate sounds and
appeared to have a language of her own she was neither understood by nor
herself understood the cottagers They made many signs which I did not
comprehend but I saw that her presence diffused gladness through the cottage
dispelling their sorrow as the sun dissipates the morning mists Felix seemed
peculiarly happy and with smiles of delight welcomed his Arabian Agatha the
evergentle Agatha kissed the hands of the lovely stranger and pointing to
her brother made signs which appeared to me to mean that he had been sorrowful
until she came Some hours passed thus while they by their countenances
expressed joy the cause of which I did not comprehend Presently I found by
the frequent recurrence of some sound which the stranger repeated after them
that she was endeavouring to learn their language and the idea instantly
occurred to me that I should make use of the same instructions to the same end
The stranger learned about twenty words at the first lesson most of them
indeed were those which I had before understood but I profited by the others
As night came on Agatha and the Arabian retired early When they separated
Felix kissed the hand of the stranger and said Good night sweet Safie He sat
up much longer conversing with his father and by the frequent repetition of
her name I conjectured that their lovely guest was the subject of their
conversation I ardently desired to understand them and bent every faculty
towards that purpose but found it utterly impossible
The next morning Felix went out to his work and after the usual
occupations of Agatha were finished the Arabian sat at the feet of the old man
and taking his guitar played some airs so entrancingly beautiful that they at
once drew tears of sorrow and delight from my eyes She sang and her voice
flowed in a rich cadence swelling or dying away like a nightingale of the
woods
When she had finished she gave the guitar to Agatha who at first declined
it She played a simple air and her voice accompanied it in sweet accents but
unlike the wondrous strain of the stranger The old man appeared enraptured and
said some words which Agatha endeavoured to explain to Safie and by which he
appeared to wish to express that she bestowed on him the greatest delight by her
music
The days now passed as peaceably as before with the sole alteration that
joy had taken place of sadness in the countenances of my friends Safie was
always gay and happy she and I improved rapidly in the knowledge of language
so that in two months I began to comprehend most of the words uttered by my
protectors
In the meanwhile also the black ground was covered with herbage and the
green banks interspersed with innumerable flowers sweet to the scent and the
eyes stars of pale radiance among the moonlight woods the sun became warmer
the nights clear and balmy and my nocturnal rambles were an extreme pleasure to
me although they were considerably shortened by the late setting and early
rising of the sun for I never ventured abroad during daylight fearful of
meeting with the same treatment I had formerly endured in the first village
which I entered
My days were spent in close attention that I might more speedily master the
language and I may boast that I improved more rapidly than the Arabian who
understood very little and conversed in broken accents whilst I comprehended
and could imitate almost every word that was spoken
While I improved in speech I also learned the science of letters as it was
taught to the stranger and this opened before me a wide field for wonder and
delight
The book from which Felix instructed Safie was Volneys Ruins of Empires I
should not have understood the purport of this book had not Felix in reading
it given very minute explanations He had chosen this work he said because
the declamatory style was framed in imitation of the eastern authors Through
this work I obtained a cursory knowledge of history and a view of the several
empires at present existing in the world it gave me an insight into the
manners governments and religions of the different nations of the earth I
heard of the slothful Asiatics of the stupendous genius and mental activity of
the Grecians of the wars and wonderful virtue of the early Romans of their
subsequent degenerating of the decline of that mighty empire of chivalry
Christianity and kings I heard of the discovery of the American hemisphere
and wept with Safie over the hapless fate of its original inhabitants
These wonderful narrations inspired me with strange feelings Was man
indeed at once so powerful so virtuous and magnificent yet so vicious and
base He appeared at one time a mere scion of the evil principle and at
another as all that can be conceived of noble and godlike To be a great and
virtuous man appeared the highest honour that can befall a sensitive being to
be base and vicious as many on record have been appeared the lowest
degradation a condition more abject than that of the blind mole or harmless
worm For a long time I could not conceive how one man could go forth to murder
his fellow or even why there were laws and governments but when I heard
details of vice and bloodshed my wonder ceased and I turned away with disgust
and loathing
Every conversation of the cottagers now opened new wonders to me While I
listened to the instructions which Felix bestowed upon the Arabian the strange
system of human society was explained to me I heard of the division of
property of immense wealth and squalid poverty of rank descent and noble
blood
The words induced me to turn towards myself I learned that the possessions
most esteemed by your fellowcreatures were high and unsullied descent united
with riches A man might be respected with only one of these advantages but
without either he was considered except in very rare instances as a vagabond
and a slave doomed to waste his powers for the profits of the chosen few And
what was I Of my creation and creator I was absolutely ignorant but I knew
that I possessed no money no friends no kind of property I was besides
endued with a figure hideously deformed and loathsome I was not even of the
same nature as man I was more agile than they and could subsist upon coarser
diet I bore the extremes of heat and cold with less injury to my frame my
stature far exceeded theirs When I looked around I saw and heard of none like
me Was I then a monster a blot upon the earth from which all men fled and
whom all men disowned
I cannot describe to you the agony that these reflections inflicted upon me
I tried to dispel them but sorrow only increased with knowledge Oh that I had
for ever remained in my native wood nor known nor felt beyond the sensations of
hunger thirst and heat
Of what a strange nature is knowledge It clings to the mind when it has
once seized on it like a lichen on the rock I wished sometimes to shake off
all thought and feeling but I learned that there was but one means to overcome
the sensation of pain and that was death a state which I feared yet did not
understand I admired virtue and good feelings and loved the gentle manners and
amiable qualities of my cottagers but I was shut out from intercourse with
them except through means which I obtained by stealth when I was unseen and
unknown and which rather increased than satisfied the desire I had of becoming
one among my fellows The gentle words of Agatha and the animated smiles of the
charming Arabian were not for me The mild exhortations of the old man and the
lively conversation of the loved Felix were not for me Miserable unhappy
wretch
Other lessons were impressed upon me even more deeply I heard of the
difference of sexes and the birth and growth of children how the father doated
on the smiles of the infant and the lively sallies of the older child how all
the life and cares of the mother were wrapped up in the precious charge how the
mind of youth expanded and gained knowledge of brother sister and all the
various relationships which bind one human being to another in mutual bonds
But where were my friends and relations No father had watched my infant
days no mother had blessed me with smiles and caresses or if they had all my
past life was now a blot a blind vacancy in which I distinguished nothing From
my earliest remembrance I had been as I then was in height and proportion I had
never yet seen a being resembling me or who claimed any intercourse with me
What was I The question again recurred to be answered only with groans
I will soon explain to what these feelings tended but allow me now to
return to the cottagers whose story excited in me such various feelings of
indignation delight and wonder but which all terminated in additional love
and reverence for my protectors for so I loved in an innocent half painful
selfdeceit to call them
Chapter XIV
Some time elapsed before I learned the history of my friends It was one which
could not fail to impress itself deeply on my mind unfolding as it did a number
of circumstances each interesting and wonderful to one so utterly inexperienced
as I was
The name of the old man was De Lacey He was descended from a good family in
France where he had lived for many years in affluence respected by his
superiors and beloved by his equals His son was bred in the service of his
country and Agatha had ranked with ladies of the highest distinction A few
months before my arrival they had lived in a large and luxurious city called
Paris surrounded by friends and possessed of every enjoyment which virtue
refinement of intellect or taste accompanied by a moderate fortune could
afford
The father of Safie had been the cause of their ruin He was a Turkish
merchant and had inhabited Paris for many years when for some reason which I
could not learn he became obnoxious to the government He was seized and cast
into prison the very day that Safie arrived from Constantinople to join him He
was tried and condemned to death The injustice of his sentence was very
flagrant all Paris was indignant and it was judged that his religion and
wealth rather than the crime alleged against him had been the cause of his
condemnation
Felix had accidentally been present at the trial his horror and indignation
were uncontrollable when he heard the decision of the court He made at that
moment a solemn vow to deliver him and then looked around for the means After
many fruitless attempts to gain admittance to the prison he found a strongly
grated window in an unguarded part of the building which lighted the dungeon of
the unfortunate Mahometan who loaded with chains waited in despair the
execution of the barbarous sentence Felix visited the grate at night and made
known to the prisoner his intentions in his favour The Turk amazed and
delighted endeavoured to kindle the zeal of his deliverer by promises of reward
and wealth Felix rejected his offers with contempt yet when he saw the lovely
Safie who was allowed to visit her father and who by her gestures expressed
her lively gratitude the youth could not help owning to his own mind that the
captive possessed a treasure which would fully reward his toil and hazard
The Turk quickly perceived the impression that his daughter had made on the
heart of Felix and endeavoured to secure him more entirely in his interests by
the promise of her hand in marriage so soon as he should be conveyed to a place
of safety Felix was too delicate to accept this offer yet he looked forward to
the probability of the event as to the consummation of his happiness
During the ensuing days while the preparations were going forward for the
escape of the merchant the zeal of Felix was warmed by several letters that he
received from this lovely girl who found means to express her thoughts in the
language of her lover by the aid of an old man a servant of her father who
understood French She thanked him in the most ardent terms for his intended
services towards her parent and at the same time she gently deplored her own
fate
I have copies of these letters for I found means during my residence in
the hovel to procure the implements of writing and the letters were often in
the hands of Felix or Agatha Before I depart I will give them to you they
will prove the truth of my tale but at present as the sun is already far
declined I shall only have time to repeat the substance of them to you
Safie related that her mother was a Christian Arab seized and made a slave
by the Turks recommended by her beauty she had won the heart of the father of
Safie who married her The young girl spoke in high and enthusiastic terms of
her mother who born in freedom spurned the bondage to which she was now
reduced She instructed her daughter in the tenets of her religion and taught
her to aspire to higher powers of intellect and an independence of spirit
forbidden to the female followers of Mahomet This lady died but her lessons
were indelibly impressed on the mind of Safie who sickened at the prospect of
again returning to Asia and being immured within the walls of a haram allowed
only to occupy herself with infantile amusements ill suited to the temper of
her soul now accustomed to grand ideas and a noble emulation for virtue The
prospect of marrying a Christian and remaining in a country where women were
allowed to take a rank in society was enchanting to her
The day for the execution of the Turk was fixed but on the night previous
to it he quitted his prison and before morning was distant many leagues from
Paris Felix had procured passports in the name of his father sister and
himself He had previously communicated his plan to the former who aided the
deceit by quitting his house under the pretence of a journey and concealed
himself with his daughter in an obscure part of Paris
Felix conducted the fugitives through France to Lyons and across Mont Cenis
to Leghorn where the merchant had decided to wait a favourable opportunity of
passing into some part of the Turkish dominions
Safie resolved to remain with her father until the moment of his departure
before which time the Turk renewed his promise that she should be united to his
deliverer and Felix remained with them in expectation of that event and in the
mean time he enjoyed the society of the Arabian who exhibited towards him the
simplest and tenderest affection They conversed with one another through the
means of an interpreter and sometimes with the interpretation of looks and
Safie sang to him the divine airs of her native country
The Turk allowed this intimacy to take place and encouraged the hopes of
the youthful lovers while in his heart he had formed far other plans He
loathed the idea that his daughter should be united to a Christian but he
feared the resentment of Felix if he should appear lukewarm for he knew that
he was still in the power of his deliverer if he should choose to betray him to
the Italian state which they inhabited He revolved a thousand plans by which he
should be enabled to prolong the deceit until it might be no longer necessary
and secretly to take his daughter with him when he departed His plans were
facilitated by the news which arrived from Paris
The government of France were greatly enraged at the escape of their victim
and spared no pains to detect and punish his deliverer The plot of Felix was
quickly discovered and De Lacey and Agatha were thrown into prison The news
reached Felix and roused him from his dream of pleasure His blind and aged
father and his gentle sister lay in a noisome dungeon while he enjoyed the
free air and the society of her whom he loved This idea was torture to him He
quickly arranged with the Turk that if the latter should find a favourable
opportunity for escape before Felix could return to Italy Safie should remain
as a boarder at a convent at Leghorn and then quitting the lovely Arabian he
hastened to Paris and delivered himself up to the vengeance of the law hoping
to free De Lacey and Agatha by this proceeding
He did not succeed They remained confined for five months before the trial
took place the result of which deprived them of their fortune and condemned
them to a perpetual exile from their native country
They found a miserable asylum in the cottage in Germany where I discovered
them Felix soon learned that the treacherous Turk for whom he and his family
endured such unheardof oppression on discovering that his deliverer was thus
reduced to poverty and ruin became a traitor to good feeling and honour and
had quitted Italy with his daughter insultingly sending Felix a pittance of
money to aid him as he said in some plan of future maintenance
Such were the events that preyed on the heart of Felix and rendered him
when I first saw him the most miserable of his family He could have endured
poverty and while this distress had been the meed of his virtue he gloried in
it but the ingratitude of the Turk and the loss of his beloved Safie were
misfortunes more bitter and irreparable The arrival of the Arabian now infused
new life into his soul
When the news reached Leghorn that Felix was deprived of his wealth and
rank the merchant commanded his daughter to think no more of her lover but to
prepare to return to her native country The generous nature of Safie was
outraged by this command she attempted to expostulate with her father but he
left her angrily reiterating his tyrannical mandate
A few days after the Turk entered his daughters apartment and told her
hastily that he had reason to believe that his residence at Leghorn had been
divulged and that he should speedily be delivered up to the French government
he had consequently hired a vessel to convey him to Constantinople for which
city he should sail in a few hours He intended to leave his daughter under the
care of a confidential servant to follow at her leisure with the greater part
of his property which had not yet arrived at Leghorn
When alone Safie resolved in her own mind the plan of conduct that it would
become her to pursue in this emergency A residence in Turkey was abhorrent to
her her religion and her feelings were alike adverse to it By some papers of
her father which fell into her hands she heard of the exile of her lover and
learnt the name of the spot where he then resided She hesitated some time but
at length she formed her determination Taking with her some jewels that
belonged to her and a sum of money she quitted Italy with an attendant a
native of Leghorn but who understood the common language of Turkey and
departed for Germany
She arrived in safety at a town about twenty leagues from the cottage of De
Lacey when her attendant fell dangerously ill Safie nursed her with the most
devoted affection but the poor girl died and the Arabian was left alone
unacquainted with the language of the country and utterly ignorant of the
customs of the world She fell however into good hands The Italian had
mentioned the name of the spot for which they were bound and after her death
the woman of the house in which they had lived took care that Safie should
arrive in safety at the cottage of her lover
Chapter XV
Such was the history of my beloved cottagers It impressed me deeply I learned
from the views of social life which it developed to admire their virtues and
to deprecate the vices of mankind
As yet I looked upon crime as a distant evil benevolence and generosity
were ever present before me inciting within me a desire to become an actor in
the busy scene where so many admirable qualities were called forth and
displayed But in giving an account of the progress of my intellect I must not
omit a circumstance which occurred in the beginning of the month of August of
the same year
One night during my accustomed visit to the neighbouring wood where I
collected my own food and brought home firing for my protectors I found on the
ground a leathern portmanteau containing several articles of dress and some
books I eagerly seized the prize and returned with it to my hovel Fortunately
the books were written in the language the elements of which I had acquired at
the cottage they consisted of Paradise Lost a volume of Plutarchs Lives and
the Sorrows of Werter The possession of these treasures gave me extreme
delight I now continually studied and exercised my mind upon these histories
whilst my friends were employed in their ordinary occupations
I can hardly describe to you the effect of these books They produced in me
an infinity of new images and feelings that sometimes raised me to ecstacy but
more frequently sunk me into the lowest dejection In the Sorrows of Werter
besides the interest of its simple and affecting story so many opinions are
canvassed and so many lights thrown upon what had hitherto been to me obscure
subjects that I found in it a neverending source of speculation and
astonishment The gentle and domestic manners it described combined with lofty
sentiments and feelings which had for their object something out of self
accorded well with my experience among my protectors and with the wants which
were for ever alive in my own bosom But I thought Werter himself a more divine
being than I had ever beheld or imagined his character contained no pretension
but it sunk deep The disquisitions upon death and suicide were calculated to
fill me with wonder I did not pretend to enter into the merits of the case yet
I inclined towards the opinions of the hero whose extinction I wept without
precisely understanding it
As I read however I applied much personally to my own feelings and
condition I found myself similar yet at the same time strangely unlike to the
beings concerning whom I read and to whose conversation I was a listener I
sympathised with and partly understood them but I was unformed in mind I was
dependent on none and related to none The path of my departure was free and
there was none to lament my annihilation My person was hideous and my stature
gigantic what did this mean Who was I What was I Whence did I come What was
my destination These questions continually recurred but I was unable to solve
them
The volume of Plutarchs Lives which I possessed contained the histories
of the first founders of the ancient republics This book had a far different
effect upon me from the Sorrows of Werter I learned from Werters imaginations
despondency and gloom but Plutarch taught me high thoughts he elevated me
above the wretched sphere of my own reflections to admire and love the heroes
of past ages Many things I read surpassed my understanding and experience I
had a very confused knowledge of kingdoms wide extents of country mighty
rivers and boundless seas But I was perfectly unacquainted with towns and
large assemblages of men The cottage of my protectors had been the only school
in which I had studied human nature but this book developed new and mightier
scenes of action I read of men concerned in public affairs governing or
massacring their species I felt the greatest ardour for virtue rise within me
and abhorrence for vice as far as I understood the significance of those terms
relative as they were as I applied them to pleasure and pain alone Induced by
these feelings I was of course led to admire peaceable lawgivers Numa Solon
and Lycurgus in preference to Romulus and Theseus The patriarchal lives of my
protectors caused these impressions to take a firm hold on my mind perhaps if
my first introduction to humanity had been made by a young soldier burning for
glory and slaughter I should have been imbued with different sensations
But Paradise Lost excited different and far deeper emotions I read it as I
had read the other volumes which had fallen into my hands as a true history It
moved every feeling of wonder and awe that the picture of an omnipotent God
warring with his creatures was capable of exciting I often referred the several
situations as their similarity struck me to my own Like Adam I was
apparently united by no link to any other being in existence but his state was
far different from mine in every other respect He had come forth from the hands
of God a perfect creature happy and prosperous guarded by the especial care of
his Creator he was allowed to converse with and acquire knowledge from beings
of a superior nature but I was wretched helpless and alone Many times I
considered Satan as the fitter emblem of my condition for often like him when
I viewed the bliss of my protectors the bitter gall of envy rose within me
Another circumstance strengthened and confirmed these feelings Soon after
my arrival in the hovel I discovered some papers in the pocket of the dress
which I had taken from your laboratory At first I had neglected them but now
that I was able to decipher the characters in which they were written I began
to study them with diligence It was your journal of the four months that
preceded my creation You minutely described in these papers every step you took
in the progress of your work this history was mingled with accounts of domestic
occurrences You doubtless recollect these papers Here they are Every thing
is related in them which bears reference to my accursed origin the whole detail
of that series of disgusting circumstances which produced it is set in view
the minutest description of my odious and loathsome person is given in language
which painted your own horrors and rendered mine indelible I sickened as I
read Hateful day when I received life I exclaimed in agony Accursed creator
Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust
God in pity made man beautiful and alluring after his own image but my form
is a filthy type of yours more horrid even from the very resemblance Satan had
his companions fellowdevils to admire and encourage him but I am solitary
and abhorred
These were the reflections of my hours of despondency and solitude but when
I contemplated the virtues of the cottagers their amiable and benevolent
dispositions I persuaded myself that when they should become acquainted with my
admiration of their virtues they would compassionate me and overlook my
personal deformity Could they turn from their door one however monstrous who
solicited their compassion and friendship I resolved at least not to despair
but in every way to fit myself for an interview with them which would decide my
fate I postponed this attempt for some months longer for the importance
attached to its success inspired me with a dread lest I should fail Besides I
found that my understanding improved so much with every days experience that I
was unwilling to commence this undertaking until a few more months should have
added to my sagacity
Several changes in the mean time took place in the cottage The presence
of Safie diffused happiness among its inhabitants and I also found that a
greater degree of plenty reigned there Felix and Agatha spent more time in
amusement and conversation and were assisted in their labours by servants They
did not appear rich but they were contented and happy their feelings were
serene and peaceful while mine became every day more tumultuous Increase of
knowledge only discovered to me more clearly what a wretched outcast I was I
cherished hope it is true but it vanished when I beheld my person reflected
in water or my shadow in the moonshine even as that frail image and that
inconstant shade
I endeavoured to crush these fears and to fortify myself for the trial
which in a few months I resolved to undergo and some times I allowed my
thoughts unchecked by reason to ramble in the fields of Paradise and dared to
fancy amiable and lovely creatures sympathising with my feelings and cheering
my gloom their angelic countenances breathed smiles of consolation But it was
all a dream no Eve soothed my sorrows nor shared my thoughts I was alone I
remembered Adams supplication to his Creator But where was mine He had
abandoned me and in the bitterness of my heart I cursed him
Autumn passed thus I saw with surprise and grief the leaves decay and
fall and nature again assume the barren and bleak appearance it had worn when I
first beheld the woods and the lovely moon Yet I did not heed the bleakness of
the weather I was better fitted by my conformation for the endurance of cold
than heat But my chief delights were the sight of the flowers the birds and
all the gay apparel of summer when those deserted me I turned with more
attention towards the cottagers Their happiness was not decreased by the
absence of summer They loved and sympathised with one another and their joys
depending on each other were not interrupted by the casualties that took place
around them The more I saw of them the greater became my desire to claim their
protection and kindness my heart yearned to be known and loved by these amiable
creatures to see their sweet looks directed towards me with affection was the
utmost limit of my ambition I dared not think that they would turn them from me
with disdain and horror The poor that stopped at their door were never driven
away I asked it is true for greater treasures than a little food or rest I
required kindness and sympathy but I did not believe myself utterly unworthy of
it
The winter advanced and an entire revolution of the seasons had taken place
since I awoke into life My attention at this time was solely directed towards
my plan of introducing myself into the cottage of my protectors I revolved many
projects but that on which I finally fixed was to enter the dwelling when the
blind old man should be alone I had sagacity enough to discover that the
unnatural hideousness of my person was the chief object of horror with those who
had formerly beheld me My voice although harsh had nothing terrible in it I
thought therefore that if in the absence of his children I could gain the
goodwill and mediation of the old De Lacey I might by his means be tolerated
by my younger protectors
One day when the sun shone on the red leaves that strewed the ground and
diffused cheerfulness although it denied warmth Safie Agatha and Felix
departed on a long country walk and the old man at his own desire was left
alone in the cottage When his children had departed he took up his guitar and
played several mournful but sweet airs more sweet and mournful than I had ever
heard him play before At first his countenance was illuminated with pleasure
but as he continued thoughtfulness and sadness succeeded at length laying
aside the instrument he sat absorbed in reflection
My heart beat quick this was the hour and moment of trial which would
decide my hopes or realise my fears The servants were gone to a neighbouring
fair All was silent in and around the cottage it was an excellent opportunity
yet when I proceeded to execute my plan my limbs failed me and I sank to the
ground Again I rose and exerting all the firmness of which I was master
removed the planks which I had placed before my hovel to conceal my retreat The
fresh air revived me and with renewed determination I approached the door of
their cottage
I knocked Who is there said the old man Come in
I entered Pardon this intrusion said I I am a traveller in want of a
little rest you would greatly oblige me if you would allow me to remain a few
minutes before the fire
Enter said De Lacey and I will try in what manner I can relieve your
wants but unfortunately my children are from home and as I am blind I am
afraid I shall find it difficult to procure food for you
Do not trouble yourself my kind host I have food it is warmth and rest
only that I need
I sat down and a silence ensued I knew that every minute was precious to
me yet I remained irresolute in what manner to commence the interview when the
old man addressed me
By your language stranger I suppose you are my countryman are you
French
No but I was educated by a French family and understand that language
only I am now going to claim the protection of some friends whom I sincerely
love and of whose favour I have some hopes
Are they Germans
No they are French But let us change the subject I am an unfortunate and
deserted creature I look around and I have no relation or friend upon earth
These amiable people to whom I go have never seen me and know little of me I
am full of fears for if I fail there I am an outcast in the world for ever
Do not despair To be friendless is indeed to be unfortunate but the hearts
of men when unprejudiced by any obvious selfinterest are full of brotherly
love and charity Rely therefore on your hopes and if these friends are good
and amiable do not despair
They are kind they are the most excellent creatures in the world but
unfortunately they are prejudiced against me I have good dispositions my life
has been hitherto harmless and in some degree beneficial but a fatal prejudice
clouds their eyes and where they ought to see a feeling and kind friend they
behold only a detestable monster
That is indeed unfortunate but if you are really blameless cannot you
undeceive them
I am about to undertake that task and it is on that account that I feel so
many overwhelming terrors I tenderly love these friends I have unknown to
them been for many months in the habits of daily kindness towards them but
they believe that I wish to injure them and it is that prejudice which I wish
to overcome
Where do these friends reside
Near this spot
The old man paused and then continued If you will unreservedly confide to
me the particulars of your tale I perhaps may be of use in undeceiving them I
am blind and cannot judge of your countenance but there is something in your
words which persuades me that you are sincere I am poor and an exile but it
will afford me true pleasure to be in any way serviceable to a human creature
Excellent man I thank you and accept your generous offer You raise me
from the dust by this kindness and I trust that by your aid I shall not be
driven from the society and sympathy of your fellowcreatures
Heaven forbid even if you were really criminal for that can only drive you
to desperation and not instigate you to virtue I also am unfortunate I and my
family have been condemned although innocent judge therefore if I do not
feel for your misfortunes
How can I thank you my best and only benefactor From your lips first have
I heard the voice of kindness directed towards me I shall be for ever grateful
and your present humanity assures me of success with those friends whom I am on
the point of meeting
May I know the names and residence of those friends
I paused This I thought was the moment of decision which was to rob me
of or bestow happiness on me for ever I struggled vainly for firmness
sufficient to answer him but the effort destroyed all my remaining strength I
sank on the chair and sobbed aloud At that moment I heard the steps of my
younger protectors I had not a moment to lose but seizing the hand of the old
man I cried Now is the time save and protect me You and your family are the
friends whom I seek Do not you desert me in the hour of trial
Great God exclaimed the old man who are you
At that instant the cottage door was opened and Felix Safie and Agatha
entered Who can describe their horror and consternation on beholding me Agatha
fainted and Safie unable to attend to her friend rushed out of the cottage
Felix darted forward and with supernatural force tore me from his father to
whose knees I clung in a transport of fury he dashed me to the ground and
struck me violently with a stick I could have torn him limb from limb as the
lion rends the antelope But my heart sunk within me as with bitter sickness
and I refrained I saw him on the point of repeating his blow when overcome by
pain and anguish I quitted the cottage and in the general tumult escaped
unperceived to my hovel
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Cursed cursed creator Why did I live Why in that instant did I not
extinguish the spark of existence which you had so wantonly bestowed I know
not despair had not yet taken possession of me my feelings were those of rage
and revenge I could with pleasure have destroyed the cottage and its
inhabitants and have glutted myself with their shrieks and misery
When night came I quitted my retreat and wandered in the wood and now no
longer restrained by the fear of discovery I gave vent to my anguish in fearful
howlings I was like a wild beast that had broken the toils destroying the
objects that obstructed me and ranging through the wood with a staglike
swiftness O what a miserable night I passed the cold stars shone in mockery
and the bare trees waved their branches above me now and then the sweet voice
of a bird burst forth amidst the universal stillness All save I were at rest
or in enjoyment I like the archfiend bore a hell within me and finding
myself unsympathised with wished to tear up the trees spread havoc and
destruction around me and then to have sat down and enjoyed the ruin
But this was a luxury of sensation that could not endure I became fatigued
with excess of bodily exertion and sank on the damp grass in the sick impotence
of despair There was none among the myriads of men that existed who would pity
or assist me and should I feel kindness towards my enemies No from that
moment I declared everlasting war against the species and more than all
against him who had formed me and sent me forth to this insupportable misery
The sun rose I heard the voices of men and knew that it was impossible to
return to my retreat during that day Accordingly I hid myself in some thick
underwood determining to devote the ensuing hours to reflection on my
situation
The pleasant sunshine and the pure air of day restored me to some degree
of tranquillity and when I considered what had passed at the cottage I could
not help believing that I had been too hasty in my conclusions I had certainly
acted imprudently It was apparent that my conversation had interested the
father in my behalf and I was a fool in having exposed my person to the horror
of his children I ought to have familiarised the old De Lacey to me and by
degrees to have discovered myself to the rest of his family when they should
have been prepared for my approach But I did not believe my errors to be
irretrievable and after much consideration I resolved to return to the
cottage seek the old man and by my representations win him to my party
These thoughts calmed me and in the afternoon I sank into a profound sleep
but the fever of my blood did not allow me to be visited by peaceful dreams The
horrible scene of the preceding day was for ever acting before my eyes the
females were flying and the enraged Felix tearing me from his fathers feet I
awoke exhausted and finding that it was already night I crept forth from my
hidingplace and went in search of food
When my hunger was appeased I directed my steps towards the wellknown path
that conducted to the cottage All there was at peace I crept into my hovel
and remained in silent expectation of the accustomed hour when the family arose
That hour passed the sun mounted high in the heavens but the cottagers did not
appear I trembled violently apprehending some dreadful misfortune The inside
of the cottage was dark and I heard no motion I cannot describe the agony of
this suspense
Presently two countrymen passed by but pausing near the cottage they
entered into conversation using violent gesticulations but I did not
understand what they said as they spoke the language of the country which
differed from that of my protectors Soon after however Felix approached with
another man I was surprised as I knew that he had not quitted the cottage that
morning and waited anxiously to discover from his discourse the meaning of
these unusual appearances
Do you consider said his companion to him that you will be obliged to pay
three months rent and to lose the produce of your garden I do not wish to
take any unfair advantage and I beg therefore that you will take some days to
consider of your determination
It is utterly useless replied Felix we can never again inhabit your
cottage The life of my father is in the greatest danger owing to the dreadful
circumstance that I have related My wife and my sister will never recover their
horror I entreat you not to reason with me any more Take possession of your
tenement and let me fly from this place
Felix trembled violently as he said this He and his companion entered the
cottage in which they remained for a few minutes and then departed I never
saw any of the family of De Lacey more
I continued for the remainder of the day in my hovel in a state of utter and
stupid despair My protectors had departed and had broken the only link that
held me to the world For the first time the feelings of revenge and hatred
filled my bosom and I did not strive to control them but allowing myself to
be borne away by the stream I bent my mind towards injury and death When I
thought of my friends of the mild voice of De Lacey the gentle eyes of Agatha
and the exquisite beauty of the Arabian these thoughts vanished and a gush of
tears somewhat soothed me But again when I reflected that they had spurned and
deserted me anger returned a rage of anger and unable to injure any thing
human I turned my fury towards inanimate objects As night advanced I placed a
variety of combustibles around the cottage and after having destroyed every
vestige of cultivation in the garden I waited with forced impatience until the
moon had sunk to commence my operations
As the night advanced a fierce wind arose from the woods and quickly
dispersed the clouds that had loitered in the heavens the blast tore along like
a mighty avalanche and produced a kind of insanity in my spirits that burst
all bounds of reason and reflection I lighted the dry branch of a tree and
danced with fury around the devoted cottage my eyes still fixed on the western
horizon the edge of which the moon nearly touched A part of its orb was at
length hid and I waved my brand it sunk and with a loud scream I fired the
straw and heath and bushes which I had collected The wind fanned the fire
and the cottage was quickly enveloped by the flames which clung to it and
licked it with their forked and destroying tongues
As soon as I was convinced that no assistance could save any part of the
habitation I quitted the scene and sought for refuge in the woods
And now with the world before me whither should I bend my steps I
resolved to fly far from the scene of my misfortunes but to me hated and
despised every country must be equally horrible At length the thought of you
crossed my mind I learned from your papers that you were my father my creator
and to whom could I apply with more fitness than to him who had given me life
Among the lessons that Felix had bestowed upon Safie geography had not been
omitted I had learned from these the relative situations of the different
countries of the earth You had mentioned Geneva as the name of your native
town and towards this place I resolved to proceed
But how was I to direct myself I knew that I must travel in a
southwesterly direction to reach my destination but the sun was my only guide
I did not know the names of the towns that I was to pass through nor could I
ask information from a single human being but I did not despair From you only
could I hope for succour although towards you I felt no sentiment but that of
hatred Unfeeling heartless creator you had endowed me with perceptions and
passions and then cast me abroad an object for the scorn and horror of mankind
But on you only had I any claim for pity and redress and from you I determined
to seek that justice which I vainly attempted to gain from any other being that
wore the human form
My travels were long and the sufferings I endured intense It was late in
autumn when I quitted the district where I had so long resided I travelled only
at night fearful of encountering the visage of a human being Nature decayed
around me and the sun became heatless rain and snow poured around me mighty
rivers were frozen the surface of the earth was hard and chill and bare and I
found no shelter Oh earth how often did I imprecate curses on the cause of my
being The mildness of my nature had fled and all within me was turned to gall
and bitterness The nearer I approached to your habitation the more deeply did
I feel the spirit of revenge enkindled in my heart Snow fell and the waters
were hardened but I rested not A few incidents now and then directed me and I
possessed a map of the country but I often wandered wide from my path The
agony of my feelings allowed me no respite no incident occurred from which my
rage and misery could not extract its food but a circumstance that happened
when I arrived on the confines of Switzerland when the sun had recovered its
warmth and the earth again began to look green confirmed in an especial manner
the bitterness and horror of my feelings
I generally rested during the day and travelled only when I was secured by
night from the view of man One morning however finding that my path lay
through a deep wood I ventured to continue my journey after the sun had risen
the day which was one of the first of spring cheered even me by the loveliness
of its sunshine and the balminess of the air I felt emotions of gentleness and
pleasure that had long appeared dead revive within me Half surprised by the
novelty of these sensations I allowed myself to be borne away by them and
forgetting my solitude and deformity dared to be happy Soft tears again
bedewed my cheeks and I even raised my humid eyes with thankfulness towards the
blessed sun which bestowed such joy upon me
I continued to wind among the paths of the wood until I came to its
boundary which was skirted by a deep and rapid river into which many of the
trees bent their branches now budding with the fresh spring Here I paused not
exactly knowing what path to pursue when I heard the sound of voices that
induced me to conceal myself under the shade of a cypress I was scarcely hid
when a young girl came running towards the spot where I was concealed laughing
as if she ran from some one in sport She continued her course along the
precipitous sides of the river when suddenly her foot slipt and she fell into
the rapid stream I rushed from my hidingplace and with extreme labour from
the force of the current saved her and dragged her to shore She was
senseless and I endeavoured by every means in my power to restore animation
when I was suddenly interrupted by the approach of a rustic who was probably
the person from whom she had playfully fled On seeing me he darted towards me
and tearing the girl from my arms hastened towards the deeper parts of the
wood I followed speedily I hardly knew why but when the man saw me draw near
he aimed a gun which he carried at my body and fired I sunk to the ground
and my injurer with increased swiftness escaped into the wood
This was then the reward of my benevolence I had saved a human being from
destruction and as a recompense I now writhed under the miserable pain of a
wound which shattered the flesh and bone The feelings of kindness and
gentleness which I had entertained but a few moments before gave place to
hellish rage and gnashing of teeth Inflamed by pain I vowed eternal hatred and
vengeance to all mankind But the agony of my wound overcame me my pulses
paused and I fainted
For some weeks I led a miserable life in the woods endeavouring to cure the
wound which I had received The ball had entered my shoulder and I knew not
whether it had remained there or passed through at any rate I had no means of
extracting it My sufferings were augmented also by the oppressive sense of the
injustice and ingratitude of their infliction My daily vows rose for revenge
a deep and deadly revenge such as would alone compensate for the outrages and
anguish I had endured
After some weeks my wound healed and I continued my journey The labours I
endured were no longer to be alleviated by the bright sun or gentle breezes of
spring all joy was but a mockery which insulted my desolate state and made me
feel more painfully that I was not made for the enjoyment of pleasure
But my toils now drew near a close and in two months from this time I
reached the environs of Geneva
It was evening when I arrived and I retired to a hidingplace among the
fields that surround it to meditate in what manner I should apply to you I was
oppressed by fatigue and hunger and far too unhappy to enjoy the gentle breezes
of evening or the prospect of the sun setting behind the stupendous mountains
of Jura
At this time a slight sleep relieved me from the pain of reflection which
was disturbed by the approach of a beautiful child who came running into the
recess I had chosen with all the sportiveness of infancy Suddenly as I gazed
on him an idea seized me that this little creature was unprejudiced and had
lived too short a time to have imbibed a horror of deformity If therefore I
could seize him and educate him as my companion and friend I should not be so
desolate in this peopled earth
Urged by this impulse I seized on the boy as he passed and drew him
towards me As soon as he beheld my form he placed his hands before his eyes
and uttered a shrill scream I drew his hand forcibly from his face and said
Child what is the meaning of this I do not intend to hurt you listen to me
He struggled violently Let me go he cried monster ugly wretch you wish
to eat me and tear me to pieces You are an ogre Let me go or I will tell
my papa
Boy you will never see your father again you must come with me
Hideous monster let me go My papa is a Syndic he is M Frankenstein he
will punish you You dare not keep me
Frankenstein you belong then to my enemy to him towards whom I have sworn
eternal revenge you shall be my first victim
The child still struggled and loaded me with epithets which carried despair
to my heart I grasped his throat to silence him and in a moment he lay dead at
my feet
I gazed on my victim and my heart swelled with exultation and hellish
triumph clapping my hands I exclaimed I too can create desolation my enemy
is not invulnerable this death will carry despair to him and a thousand other
miseries shall torment and destroy him
As I fixed my eyes on the child I saw something glittering on his breast I
took it it was a portrait of a most lovely woman In spite of my malignity it
softened and attracted me For a few moments I gazed with delight on her dark
eyes fringed by deep lashes and her lovely lips but presently my rage
returned I remembered that I was for ever deprived of the delights that such
beautiful creatures could bestow and that she whose resemblance I contemplated
would in regarding me have changed that air of divine benignity to one
expressive of disgust and affright
Can you wonder that such thoughts transported me with rage I only wonder
that at that moment instead of venting my sensations in exclamations and agony
I did not rush among mankind and perish in the attempt to destroy them
While I was overcome by these feelings I left the spot where I had
committed the murder and seeking a more secluded hidingplace I entered a barn
which had appeared to me to be empty A woman was sleeping on some straw she
was young not indeed so beautiful as her whose portrait I held but of an
agreeable aspect and blooming in the loveliness of youth and health Here I
thought is one of those whose joyimparting smiles are bestowed on all but me
And then I bent over her and whispered Awake fairest thy lover is near he
who would give his life but to obtain one look of affection from thine eyes my
beloved awake
The sleeper stirred a thrill of terror ran through me Should she indeed
awake and see me and curse me and denounce the murderer Thus would she
assuredly act if her darkened eyes opened and she beheld me The thought was
madness it stirred the fiend within me not I but she shall suffer the
murder I have committed because I am for ever robbed of all that she could give
me she shall atone The crime had its source in her be hers the punishment
Thanks to the lessons of Felix and the sanguinary laws of man I had learned now
to work mischief I bent over her and placed the portrait securely in one of
the folds of her dress She moved again and I fled
For some days I haunted the spot where these scenes had taken place
sometimes wishing to see you sometimes resolved to quit the world and its
miseries for ever At length I wandered towards these mountains and have ranged
through their immense recesses consumed by a burning passion which you alone
can gratify We may not part until you have promised to comply with my
requisition I am alone and miserable man will not associate with me but one
as deformed and horrible as myself would not deny herself to me My companion
must be of the same species and have the same defects This being you must
create«
Chapter XVII
The being finished speaking and fixed his looks upon me in expectation of a
reply But I was bewildered perplexed and unable to arrange my ideas
sufficiently to understand the full extent of his proposition He continued
»You must create a female for me with whom I can live in the interchange of
those sympathies necessary for my being This you alone can do and I demand it
of you as a right which you must not refuse to concede«
The latter part of his tale had kindled anew in me the anger that had died
away while he narrated his peaceful life among the cottagers and as he said
this I could no longer suppress the rage that burned within me
»I do refuse it« I replied »and no torture shall ever extort a consent
from me You may render me the most miserable of men but you shall never make
me base in my own eyes Shall I create another like yourself whose joint
wickedness might desolate the world Begone I have answered you you may
torture me but I will never consent«
»You are in the wrong« replied the fiend »and instead of threatening I
am content to reason with you I am malicious because I am miserable Am I not
shunned and hated by all mankind You my creator would tear me to pieces and
triumph remember that and tell me why I should pity man more than he pities
me You would not call it murder if you could precipitate me into one of those
icerifts and destroy my frame the work of your own hands Shall I respect
man when he contemns me Let him live with me in the interchange of kindness
and instead of injury I would bestow every benefit upon him with tears of
gratitude at his acceptance But that cannot be the human senses are
insurmountable barriers to our union Yet mine shall not be the submission of
abject slavery I will revenge my injuries if I cannot inspire love I will
cause fear and chiefly towards you my archenemy because my creator do I
swear inextinguishable hatred Have a care I will work at your destruction nor
finish until I desolate your heart so that you shall curse the hour of your
birth«
A fiendish rage animated him as he said this his face was wrinkled into
contortions too horrible for human eyes to behold but presently he calmed
himself and proceeded
»I intended to reason This passion is detrimental to me for you do not
reflect that you are the cause of its excess If any being felt emotions of
benevolence towards me I should return them an hundred and an hundred fold for
that one creatures sake I would make peace with the whole kind But I now
indulge in dreams of bliss that cannot be realised What I ask of you is
reasonable and moderate I demand a creature of another sex but as hideous as
myself the gratification is small but it is all that I can receive and it
shall content me It is true we shall be monsters cut off from all the world
but on that account we shall be more attached to one another Our lives will not
be happy but they will be harmless and free from the misery I now feel Oh my
creator make me happy let me feel gratitude towards you for one benefit Let
me see that I excite the sympathy of some existing thing do not deny me my
request«
I was moved I shuddered when I thought of the possible consequences of my
consent but I felt that there was some justice in his argument His tale and
the feelings he now expressed proved him to be a creature of fine sensations
and did I not as his maker owe him all the portion of happiness that it was in
my power to bestow He saw my change of feeling and continued
»If you consent neither you nor any other human being shall ever see us
again I will go to the vast wilds of South America My food is not that of man
I do not destroy the lamb and the kid to glut my appetite acorns and berries
afford me sufficient nourishment My companion will be of the same nature as
myself and will be content with the same fare We shall make our bed of dried
leaves the sun will shine on us as on man and will ripen our food The picture
I present to you is peaceful and human and you must feel that you could deny it
only in the wantonness of power and cruelty Pitiless as you have been towards
me I now see compassion in your eyes let me seize the favourable moment and
persuade you to promise what I so ardently desire«
»You propose« replied I »to fly from the habitations of man to dwell in
those wilds where the beasts of the field will be your only companions How can
you who long for the love and sympathy of man persevere in this exile You
will return and again seek their kindness and you will meet with their
detestation your evil passions will be renewed and you will then have a
companion to aid you in the task of destruction This may not be cease to argue
the point for I cannot consent«
»How inconstant are your feelings but a moment ago you were moved by my
representations and why do you again harden yourself to my complaints I swear
to you by the earth which I inhabit and by you that made me that with the
companion you bestow I will quit the neighbourhood of man and dwell as it may
chance in the most savage of places My evil passions will have fled for I
shall meet with sympathy my life will flow quietly away and in my dying
moments I shall not curse my maker«
His words had a strange effect upon me I compassioned him and sometimes
felt a wish to console him but when I looked upon him when I saw the filthy
mass that moved and talked my heart sickened and my feelings were altered to
those of horror and hatred I tried to stifle these sensations I thought that
as I could not sympathise with him I had no right to withhold from him the
small portion of happiness which was yet in my power to bestow
»You swear« I said »to be harmless but have you not already shown a
degree of malice that should reasonably make me distrust you May not even this
be a feint that will increase your triumph by affording a wider scope for your
revenge«
»How is this I must not be trifled with and I demand an answer If I have
no ties and no affections hatred and vice must be my portion the love of
another will destroy the cause of my crimes and I shall become a thing of
whose existence every one will be ignorant My vices are the children of a
forced solitude that I abhor and my virtues will necessarily arise when I live
in communion with an equal I shall feel the affections of a sensitive being
and become linked to the chain of existence and events from which I am now
excluded«
I paused some time to reflect on all he had related and the various
arguments which he had employed I thought of the promise of virtues which he
had displayed on the opening of his existence and the subsequent blight of all
kindly feeling by the loathing and scorn which his protectors had manifested
towards him His power and threats were not omitted in my calculations a
creature who could exist in the icecaves of the glaciers and hide himself from
pursuit among the ridges of inaccessible precipices was a being possessing
faculties it would be vain to cope with After a long pause of reflection I
concluded that the justice due both to him and my fellowcreatures demanded of
me that I should comply with his request Turning to him therefore I said
»I consent to your demand on your solemn oath to quit Europe for ever and
every other place in the neighbourhood of man as soon as I shall deliver into
your hands a female who will accompany you in your exile«
»I swear« he cried »by the sun and by the blue sky of Heaven and by the
fire of love that burns my heart that if you grant my prayer while they exist
you shall never behold me again Depart to your home and commence your labours
I shall watch their progress with unutterable anxiety and fear not but that
when you are ready I shall appear«
Saying this he suddenly quitted me fearful perhaps of any change in my
sentiments I saw him descend the mountain with greater speed than the flight of
an eagle and quickly lost him among the undulations of the sea of ice
His tale had occupied the whole day and the sun was upon the verge of the
horizon when he departed I knew that I ought to hasten my descent towards the
valley as I should soon be encompassed in darkness but my heart was heavy and
my steps slow The labour of winding among the little paths of the mountains
and fixing my feet firmly as I advanced perplexed me occupied as I was by the
emotions which the occurrences of the day had produced Night was far advanced
when I came to the halfway restingplace and seated myself beside the
fountain The stars shone at intervals as the clouds passed from over them the
dark pines rose before me and every here and there a broken tree lay on the
ground it was a scene of wonderful solemnity and stirred strange thoughts
within me I wept bitterly and clasping my hands in agony I exclaimed »Oh
stars and clouds and winds ye are all about to mock me if ye really pity me
crush sensation and memory let me become as nought but if not depart depart
and leave me in darkness«
These were wild and miserable thoughts but I cannot describe to you how the
eternal twinkling of the stars weighed upon me and how I listened to every
blast of wind as if it were a dull ugly siroc on its way to consume me
Morning dawned before I arrived at the village of Chamounix I took no rest
but returned immediately to Geneva Even in my own heart I could give no
expression to my sensations they weighed on me with a mountains weight and
their excess destroyed my agony beneath them Thus I returned home and entering
the house presented myself to the family My haggard and wild appearance awoke
intense alarm but I answered no question scarcely did I speak I felt as if I
were placed under a ban as if I had no right to claim their sympathies as if
never more might I enjoy companionship with them Yet even thus I loved them to
adoration and to save them I resolved to dedicate myself to my most abhorred
task The prospect of such an occupation made every other circumstance of
existence pass before me like a dream and that thought only had to me the
reality of life
Chapter XVIII
Day after day week after week passed away on my return to Geneva and I could
not collect the courage to recommence my work I feared the vengeance of the
disappointed fiend yet I was unable to overcome my repugnance to the task which
was enjoined me I found that I could not compose a female without again
devoting several months to profound study and laborious disquisition I had
heard of some discoveries having been made by an English philosopher the
knowledge of which was material to my success and I sometimes thought of
obtaining my fathers consent to visit England for this purpose but I clung to
every pretence of delay and shrunk from taking the first step in an undertaking
whose immediate necessity began to appear less absolute to me A change indeed
had taken place in me my health which had hitherto declined was now much
restored and my spirits when unchecked by the memory of my unhappy promise
rose proportionably My father saw this change with pleasure and he turned his
thoughts towards the best method of eradicating the remains of my melancholy
which every now and then would return by fits and with a devouring blackness
overcast the approaching sunshine At these moments I took refuge in the most
perfect solitude I passed whole days on the lake alone in a little boat
watching the clouds and listening to the rippling of the waves silent and
listless But the fresh air and bright sun seldom failed to restore me to some
degree of composure and on my return I met the salutations of my friends with
a readier smile and a more cheerful heart
It was after my return from one of these rambles that my father calling me
aside thus addressed me
»I am happy to remark my dear son that you have resumed your former
pleasures and seem to be returning to yourself And yet you are still unhappy
and still avoid our society For some time I was lost in conjecture as to the
cause of this but yesterday an idea struck me and if it is well founded I
conjure you to avow it Reserve on such a point would be not only useless but
draw down treble misery on us all«
I trembled violently at his exordium and my father continued
»I confess my son that I have always looked forward to your marriage with
our dear Elizabeth as the tie of our domestic comfort and the stay of my
declining years You were attached to each other from your earliest infancy you
studied together and appeared in dispositions and tastes entirely suited to
one another But so blind is the experience of man that what I conceived to be
the best assistants to my plan may have entirely destroyed it You perhaps
regard her as your sister without any wish that she might become your wife
Nay you may have met with another whom you may love and considering yourself
as bound in honour to Elizabeth this struggle may occasion the poignant misery
which you appear to feel«
»My dear father reassure yourself I love my cousin tenderly and
sincerely I never saw any woman who excited as Elizabeth does my warmest
admiration and affection My future hopes and prospects are entirely bound up in
the expectation of our union«
»The expression of your sentiments on this subject my dear Victor gives me
more pleasure than I have for some time experienced If you feel thus we shall
assuredly be happy however present events may cast a gloom over us But it is
this gloom which appears to have taken so strong a hold of your mind that I
wish to dissipate Tell me therefore whether you object to an immediate
solemnisation of the marriage We have been unfortunate and recent events have
drawn us from that everyday tranquillity befitting my years and infirmities
You are younger yet I do not suppose possessed as you are of a competent
fortune that an early marriage would at all interfere with any future plans of
honour and utility that you may have formed Do not suppose however that I
wish to dictate happiness to you or that a delay on your part would cause me
any serious uneasiness Interpret my words with candour and answer me I
conjure you with confidence and sincerity«
I listened to my father in silence and remained for some time incapable of
offering any reply I revolved rapidly in my mind a multitude of thoughts and
endeavoured to arrive at some conclusion Alas to me the idea of an immediate
union with my Elizabeth was one of horror and dismay I was bound by a solemn
promise which I had not yet fulfilled and dared not break or if I did what
manifold miseries might not impend over me and my devoted family Could I enter
into a festival with this deadly weight yet hanging round my neck and bowing me
to the ground I must perform my engagement and let the monster depart with his
mate before I allowed myself to enjoy the delight of an union from which I
expected peace
I remembered also the necessity imposed upon me of either journeying to
England or entering into a long correspondence with those philosophers of that
country whose knowledge and discoveries were of indispensable use to me in my
present undertaking The latter method of obtaining the desired intelligence was
dilatory and unsatisfactory besides I had an insurmountable aversion to the
idea of engaging myself in my loathsome task in my fathers house while in
habits of familiar intercourse with those I loved I knew that a thousand
fearful accidents might occur the slightest of which would disclose a tale to
thrill all connected with me with horror I was aware also that I should often
lose all selfcommand all capacity of hiding the harrowing sensations that
would possess me during the progress of my unearthly occupation I must absent
myself from all I loved while thus employed Once commenced it would quickly be
achieved and I might be restored to my family in peace and happiness My
promise fulfilled the monster would depart for ever Or so my fond fancy
imaged some accident might meanwhile occur to destroy him and put an end to my
slavery for ever
These feelings dictated my answer to my father I expressed a wish to visit
England but concealing the true reasons of this request I clothed my desires
under a guise which excited no suspicion while I urged my desire with an
earnestness that easily induced my father to comply After so long a period of
an absorbing melancholy that resembled madness in its intensity and effects he
was glad to find that I was capable of taking pleasure in the idea of such a
journey and he hoped that change of scene and varied amusement would before my
return have restored me entirely to myself
The duration of my absence was left to my own choice a few months or at
most a year was the period contemplated One paternal kind precaution he had
taken to ensure my having a companion Without previously communicating with me
he had in concert with Elizabeth arranged that Clerval should join me at
Strasburgh This interfered with the solitude I coveted for the prosecution of
my task yet at the commencement of my journey the presence of my friend could
in no way be an impediment and truly I rejoiced that thus I should be saved
many hours of lonely maddening reflection Nay Henry might stand between me
and the intrusion of my foe If I were alone would he not at times force his
abhorred presence on me to remind me of my task or to contemplate its
progress
To England therefore I was bound and it was understood that my union with
Elizabeth should take place immediately on my return My fathers age rendered
him extremely averse to delay For myself there was one reward I promised
myself from my detested toils one consolation for my unparalleled sufferings
it was the prospect of that day when enfranchised from my miserable slavery I
might claim Elizabeth and forget the past in my union with her
I now made arrangements for my journey but one feeling haunted me which
filled me with fear and agitation During my absence I should leave my friends
unconscious of the existence of their enemy and unprotected from his attacks
exasperated as he might be by my departure But he had promised to follow me
wherever I might go and would he not accompany me to England This imagination
was dreadful in itself but soothing inasmuch as it supposed the safety of my
friends I was agonised with the idea of the possibility that the reverse of
this might happen But through the whole period during which I was the slave of
my creature I allowed myself to be governed by the impulses of the moment and
my present sensations strongly intimated that the fiend would follow me and
exempt my family from the danger of his machinations
It was in the latter end of September that I again quitted my native
country My journey had been my own suggestion and Elizabeth therefore
acquiesced but she was filled with disquiet at the idea of my suffering away
from her the inroads of misery and grief It had been her care which provided
me a companion in Clerval and yet a man is blind to a thousand minute
circumstances which call forth a womans sedulous attention She longed to bid
me hasten my return a thousand conflicting emotions rendered her mute as she
bade me a tearful silent farewell
I threw myself into the carriage that was to convey me away hardly knowing
whither I was going and careless of what was passing around I remembered only
and it was with a bitter anguish that I reflected on it to order that my
chemical instruments should be packed to go with me Filled with dreary
imaginations I passed through many beautiful and majestic scenes but my eyes
were fixed and unobserving I could only think of the bourne of my travels and
the work which was to occupy me whilst they endured
After some days spent in listless indolence during which I traversed many
leagues I arrived at Strasburgh where I waited two days for Clerval He came
Alas how great was the contrast between us He was alive to every new scene
joyful when he saw the beauties of the setting sun and more happy when he
beheld it rise and recommence a new day He pointed out to me the shifting
colours of the landscape and the appearances of the sky »This is what it is to
live« he cried »now I enjoy existence But you my dear Frankenstein
wherefore are you desponding and sorrowful« In truth I was occupied by gloomy
thoughts and neither saw the descent of the evening star nor the golden
sunrise reflected in the Rhine And you my friend would be far more amused
with the journal of Clerval who observed the scenery with an eye of feeling and
delight than in listening to my reflections I a miserable wretch haunted by
a curse that shut up every avenue to enjoyment
We had agreed to descend the Rhine in a boat from Strasburgh to Rotterdam
whence we might take shipping for London During this voyage we passed many
willowy islands and saw several beautiful towns We stayed a day at Manheim
and on the fifth from our departure from Strasburgh arrived at Mayence The
course of the Rhine below Mayence becomes much more picturesque The river
descends rapidly and winds between hills not high but steep and of beautiful
forms We saw many ruined castles standing on the edges of precipices
surrounded by black woods high and inaccessible This part of the Rhine
indeed presents a singularly variegated landscape In one spot you view rugged
hills ruined castles overlooking tremendous precipices with the dark Rhine
rushing beneath and on the sudden turn of a promontory flourishing vineyards
with green sloping banks and a meandering river and populous towns occupy the
scene
We travelled at the time of the vintage and heard the song of the
labourers as we glided down the stream Even I depressed in mind and my
spirits continually agitated by gloomy feelings even I was pleased I lay at
the bottom of the boat and as I gazed on the cloudless blue sky I seemed to
drink in a tranquillity to which I had long been a stranger And if these were
my sensations who can describe those of Henry He felt as if he had been
transported to Fairyland and enjoyed a happiness seldom tasted by man »I have
seen« he said »the most beautiful scenes of my own country I have visited the
lakes of Lucerne and Uri where the snowy mountains descend almost
perpendicularly to the water casting black and impenetrable shades which would
cause a gloomy and mournful appearance were it not for the most verdant islands
that relieve the eye by their gay appearance I have seen this lake agitated by
a tempest when the wind tore up whirlwinds of water and gave you an idea of
what the waterspout must be on the great ocean and the waves dash with fury
the base of the mountain where the priest and his mistress were overwhelmed by
an avalanche and where their dying voices are still said to be heard amid the
pauses of the nightly wind I have seen the mountains of La Valais and the Pays
de Vaud but this country Victor pleases me more than all those wonders The
mountains of Switzerland are more majestic and strange but there is a charm in
the banks of this divine river that I never before saw equalled Look at that
castle which overhangs yon precipice and that also on the island almost
concealed amongst the foliage of those lovely trees and now that group of
labourers coming from among their vines and that village half hid in the recess
of the mountain Oh surely the spirit that inhabits and guards this place has
a soul more in harmony with man than those who pile the glacier or retire to
the inaccessible peaks of the mountains of our own country«
Clerval beloved friend even now it delights me to record your words and
to dwell on the praise of which you are so eminently deserving He was a being
formed in the very poetry of nature His wild and enthusiastic imagination was
chastened by the sensibility of his heart His soul overflowed with ardent
affections and his friendship was of that devoted and wondrous nature that the
worldlyminded teach us to look for only in the imagination But even human
sympathies were not sufficient to satisfy his eager mind The scenery of
external nature which others regard only with admiration he loved with ardour
»The sounding cataract
Haunted him like a passion the tall rock
The mountain and the deep and gloomy wood
Their colours and their forms were then to him
An appetite a feeling and a love
That had no need of a remoter charm
By thought supplied or any interest
Unborrowd from the eye«3
And where does he now exist Is this gentle and lovely being lost for ever Has
this mind so replete with ideas imaginations fanciful and magnificent which
formed a world whose existence depended on the life of its creator has this
mind perished Does it now only exist in my memory No it is not thus your
form so divinely wrought and beaming with beauty has decayed but your spirit
still visits and consoles your unhappy friend
Pardon this gush of sorrow these ineffectual words are but a slight tribute
to the unexampled worth of Henry but they soothe my heart overflowing with the
anguish which his remembrance creates I will proceed with my tale
Beyond Cologne we descended to the plains of Holland and we resolved to
post the remainder of our way for the wind was contrary and the stream of the
river was too gentle to aid us
Our journey here lost the interest arising from beautiful scenery but we
arrived in a few days at Rotterdam whence we proceeded by sea to England It
was on a clear morning in the latter days of December that I first saw the
white cliffs of Britain The banks of the Thames presented a new scene they
were flat but fertile and almost every town was marked by the remembrance of
some story We saw Tilbury Fort and remembered the Spanish armada Gravesend
Woolwich and Greenwich places which I had heard of even in my country
At length we saw the numerous steeples of London St Pauls towering above
all and the Tower famed in English history
Chapter XIX
London was our present point of rest we determined to remain several months in
this wonderful and celebrated city Clerval desired the intercourse of the men
of genius and talent who flourished at this time but this was with me a
secondary object I was principally occupied with the means of obtaining the
information necessary for the completion of my promise and quickly availed
myself of the letters of introduction that I had brought with me addressed to
the most distinguished natural philosophers
If this journey had taken place during my days of study and happiness it
would have afforded me inexpressible pleasure But a blight had come over my
existence and I only visited these people for the sake of the information they
might give me on the subject in which my interest was so terribly profound
Company was irksome to me when alone I could fill my mind with the sights of
heaven and earth the voice of Henry soothed me and I could thus cheat myself
into a transitory peace But busy uninteresting joyous faces brought back
despair to my heart I saw an insurmountable barrier placed between me and my
fellowmen this barrier was sealed with the blood of William and Justine and to
reflect on the events connected with those names filled my soul with anguish
But in Clerval I saw the image of my former self he was inquisitive and
anxious to gain experience and instruction The difference of manners which he
observed was to him an inexhaustible source of instruction and amusement He was
also pursuing an object he had long had in view His design was to visit India
in the belief that he had in his knowledge of its various languages and in the
views he had taken of its society the means of materially assisting the
progress of European colonisation and trade In Britain only could he further
the execution of his plan He was for ever busy and the only check to his
enjoyments was my sorrowful and dejected mind I tried to conceal this as much
as possible that I might not debar him from the pleasures natural to one who
was entering on a new scene of life undisturbed by any care or bitter
recollection I often refused to accompany him alleging another engagement
that I might remain alone I now also began to collect the materials necessary
for my new creation and this was to me like the torture of single drops of
water continually falling on the head Every thought that was devoted to it was
an extreme anguish and every word that I spoke in allusion to it caused my lips
to quiver and my heart to palpitate
After passing some months in London we received a letter from a person in
Scotland who had formerly been our visiter at Geneva He mentioned the beauties
of his native country and asked us if those were not sufficient allurements to
induce us to prolong our journey as far north as Perth where he resided
Clerval eagerly desired to accept this invitation and I although I abhorred
society wished to view again mountains and streams and all the wondrous works
with which Nature adorns her chosen dwellingplaces
We had arrived in England at the beginning of October and it was now
February We accordingly determined to commence our journey towards the north at
the expiration of another month In this expedition we did not intend to follow
the great road to Edinburgh but to visit Windsor Oxford Matlock and the
Cumberland lakes resolving to arrive at the completion of this tour about the
end of July I packed up my chemical instruments and the materials I had
collected resolving to finish my labours in some obscure nook in the northern
highlands of Scotland
We quitted London on the 27th of March and remained a few days at Windsor
rambling in its beautiful forest This was a new scene to us mountaineers the
majestic oaks the quantity of game and the herds of stately deer were all
novelties to us
From thence we proceeded to Oxford As we entered this city our minds were
filled with the remembrance of the events that had been transacted there more
than a century and a half before It was here that Charles I had collected his
forces This city had remained faithful to him after the whole nation had
forsaken his cause to join the standard of parliament and liberty The memory of
that unfortunate king and his companions the amiable Falkland the insolent
Goring his queen and son gave a peculiar interest to every part of the city
which they might be supposed to have inhabited The spirit of elder days found a
dwelling here and we delighted to trace its footsteps If these feelings had
not found an imaginary gratification the appearance of the city had yet in
itself sufficient beauty to obtain our admiration The colleges are ancient and
picturesque the streets are almost magnificent and the lovely Isis which
flows beside it through meadows of exquisite verdure is spread forth into a
placid expanse of waters which reflects its majestic assemblage of towers and
spires and domes embosomed among aged trees
I enjoyed this scene and yet my enjoyment was embittered both by the memory
of the past and the anticipation of the future I was formed for peaceful
happiness During my youthful days discontent never visited my mind and if I
was ever overcome by ennui the sight of what is beautiful in nature or the
study of what is excellent and sublime in the productions of man could always
interest my heart and communicate elasticity to my spirits But I am a blasted
tree the bolt has entered my soul and I felt then that I should survive to
exhibit what I shall soon cease to be a miserable spectacle of wrecked
humanity pitiable to others and intolerable to myself
We passed a considerable period at Oxford rambling among its environs and
endeavouring to identify every spot which might relate to the most animating
epoch of English history Our little voyages of discovery were often prolonged
by the successive objects that presented themselves We visited the tomb of the
illustrious Hampden and the field on which that patriot fell For a moment my
soul was elevated from its debasing and miserable fears to contemplate the
divine ideas of liberty and selfsacrifice of which these sights were the
monuments and the remembrancers For an instant I dared to shake off my chains
and look around me with a free and lofty spirit but the iron had eaten into my
flesh and I sank again trembling and hopeless into my miserable self
We left Oxford with regret and proceeded to Matlock which was our next
place of rest The country in the neighbourhood of this village resembled to a
greater degree the scenery of Switzerland but every thing is on a lower scale
and the green hills want the crown of distant white Alps which always attend on
the piny mountains of my native country We visited the wondrous cave and the
little cabinets of natural history where the curiosities are disposed in the
same manner as in the collections at Servox and Chamounix The latter name made
me tremble when pronounced by Henry and I hastened to quit Matlock with which
that terrible scene was thus associated
From Derby still journeying northward we passed two months in Cumberland
and Westmorland I could now almost fancy myself among the Swiss mountains The
little patches of snow which yet lingered on the northern sides of the
mountains the lakes and the dashing of the rocky streams were all familiar
and dear sights to me Here also we made some acquaintances who almost
contrived to cheat me into happiness The delight of Clerval was proportionably
greater than mine his mind expanded in the company of men of talent and he
found in his own nature greater capacities and resources than he could have
imagined himself to have possessed while he associated with his inferiors »I
could pass my life here« said he to me »and among these mountains I should
scarcely regret Switzerland and the Rhine«
But he found that a travellers life is one that includes much pain amidst
its enjoyments His feelings are for ever on the stretch and when he begins to
sink into repose he finds himself obliged to quit that on which he rests in
pleasure for something new which again engages his attention and which also he
forsakes for other novelties
We had scarcely visited the various lakes of Cumberland and Westmorland and
conceived an affection for some of the inhabitants when the period of our
appointment with our Scotch friend approached and we left them to travel on
For my own part I was not sorry I had now neglected my promise for some time
and I feared the effects of the dæmons disappointment He might remain in
Switzerland and wreak his vengeance on my relatives This idea pursued me and
tormented me at every moment from which I might otherwise have snatched repose
and peace I waited for my letters with feverish impatience if they were
delayed I was miserable and overcome by a thousand fears and when they
arrived and I saw the superscription of Elizabeth or my father I hardly dared
to read and ascertain my fate Sometimes I thought that the fiend followed me
and might expedite my remissness by murdering my companion When these thoughts
possessed me I would not quit Henry for a moment but followed him as his
shadow to protect him from the fancied rage of his destroyer I felt as if I
had committed some great crime the consciousness of which haunted me I was
guiltless but I had indeed drawn down a horrible curse upon my head as mortal
as that of crime
I visited Edinburgh with languid eyes and mind and yet that city might have
interested the most unfortunate being Clerval did not like it so well as
Oxford for the antiquity of the latter city was more pleasing to him But the
beauty and regularity of the new town of Edinburgh its romantic castle and its
environs the most delightful in the world Arthurs Seat St Bernards Well
and the Pentland Hills compensated him for the change and filled him with
cheerfulness and admiration But I was impatient to arrive at the termination of
my journey
We left Edinburgh in a week passing through Coupar St Andrews and along
the banks of the Tay to Perth where our friend expected us But I was in no
mood to laugh and talk with strangers or enter into their feelings or plans
with the good humour expected from a guest and accordingly I told Clerval that
I wished to make the tour of Scotland alone »Do you« said I »enjoy yourself
and let this be our rendezvous I may be absent a month or two but do not
interfere with my motions I entreat you leave me to peace and solitude for a
short time and when I return I hope it will be with a lighter heart more
congenial to your own temper«
Henry wished to dissuade me but seeing me bent on this plan ceased to
remonstrate He entreated me to write often »I had rather be with you« he
said »in your solitary rambles than with these Scotch people whom I do not
know hasten then my dear friend to return that I may again feel myself
somewhat at home which I cannot do in your absence«
Having parted from my friend I determined to visit some remote spot of
Scotland and finish my work in solitude I did not doubt but that the monster
followed me and would discover himself to me when I should have finished that
he might receive his companion
With this resolution I traversed the northern highlands and fixed on one of
the remotest of the Orkneys as the scene of my labours It was a place fitted
for such a work being hardly more than a rock whose high sides were
continually beaten upon by the waves The soil was barren scarcely affording
pasture for a few miserable cows and oatmeal for its inhabitants which
consisted of five persons whose gaunt and scraggy limbs gave tokens of their
miserable fare Vegetables and bread when they indulged in such luxuries and
even fresh water was to be procured from the main land which was about five
miles distant
On the whole island there were but three miserable huts and one of these
was vacant when I arrived This I hired It contained but two rooms and these
exhibited all the squalidness of the most miserable penury The thatch had
fallen in the walls were unplastered and the door was off its hinges I
ordered it to be repaired bought some furniture and took possession an
incident which would doubtless have occasioned some surprise had not all the
senses of the cottagers been benumbed by want and squalid poverty As it was I
lived ungazed at and unmolested hardly thanked for the pittance of food and
clothes which I gave so much does suffering blunt even the coarsest sensations
of men
In this retreat I devoted the morning to labour but in the evening when
the weather permitted I walked on the stony beach of the sea to listen to the
waves as they roared and dashed at my feet It was a monotonous yet
everchanging scene I thought of Switzerland it was far different from this
desolate and appalling landscape Its hills are covered with vines and its
cottages are scattered thickly in the plains Its fair lakes reflect a blue and
gentle sky and when troubled by the winds their tumult is but as the play of
a lively infant when compared to the roarings of the giant ocean
In this manner I distributed my occupations when I first arrived but as I
proceeded in my labour it became every day more horrible and irksome to me
Sometimes I could not prevail on myself to enter my laboratory for several days
and at other times I toiled day and night in order to complete my work It was
indeed a filthy process in which I was engaged During my first experiment a
kind of enthusiastic frenzy had blinded me to the horror of my employment my
mind was intently fixed on the consummation of my labour and my eyes were shut
to the horror of my proceedings But now I went to it in cold blood and my
heart often sickened at the work of my hands
Thus situated employed in the most detestable occupation immersed in a
solitude where nothing could for an instant call my attention from the actual
scene in which I was engaged my spirits became unequal I grew restless and
nervous Every moment I feared to meet my persecutor Sometimes I sat with my
eyes fixed on the ground fearing to raise them lest they should encounter the
object which I so much dreaded to behold I feared to wander from the sight of
my fellowcreatures lest when alone he should come to claim his companion
In the mean time I worked on and my labour was already considerably
advanced I looked towards its completion with a tremulous and eager hope which
I dared not trust myself to question but which was intermixed with obscure
forebodings of evil that made my heart sicken in my bosom
Chapter XX
I sat one evening in my laboratory the sun had set and the moon was just
rising from the sea I had not sufficient light for my employment and I
remained idle in a pause of consideration of whether I should leave my labour
for the night or hasten its conclusion by an unremitting attention to it As I
sat a train of reflection occurred to me which led me to consider the effects
of what I was now doing Three years before I was engaged in the same manner
and had created a fiend whose unparalleled barbarity had desolated my heart and
filled it for ever with the bitterest remorse I was now about to form another
being of whose dispositions I was alike ignorant she might become ten thousand
times more malignant than her mate and delight for its own sake in murder and
wretchedness He had sworn to quit the neighbourhood of man and hide himself in
deserts but she had not and she who in all probability was to become a
thinking and reasoning animal might refuse to comply with a compact made before
her creation They might even hate each other the creature who already lived
loathed his own deformity and might he not conceive a greater abhorrence for it
when it came before his eyes in the female form She also might turn with
disgust from him to the superior beauty of man she might quit him and he be
again alone exasperated by the fresh provocation of being deserted by one of
his own species
Even if they were to leave Europe and inhabit the deserts of the new world
yet one of the first results of those sympathies for which the dæmon thirsted
would be children and a race of devils would be propagated upon the earth who
might make the very existence of the species of man a condition precarious and
full of terror Had I a right for my own benefit to inflict this curse upon
everlasting generations I had before been moved by the sophisms of the being I
had created I had been struck senseless by his fiendish threats but now for
the first time the wickedness of my promise burst upon me I shuddered to think
that future ages might curse me as their pest whose selfishness had not
hesitated to buy its own peace at the price perhaps of the existence of the
whole human race
I trembled and my heart failed within me when on looking up I saw by
the light of the moon the dæmon at the casement A ghastly grin wrinkled his
lips as he gazed on me where I sat fulfilling the task which he had allotted to
me Yes he had followed me in my travels he had loitered in forests hid
himself in caves or taken refuge in wide and desert heaths and he now came to
mark my progress and claim the fulfilment of my promise
As I looked on him his countenance expressed the utmost extent of malice
and treachery I thought with a sensation of madness on my promise of creating
another like to him and trembling with passion tore to pieces the thing on
which I was engaged The wretch saw me destroy the creature on whose future
existence he depended for happiness and with a howl of devilish despair and
revenge withdrew
I left the room and locking the door made a solemn vow in my own heart
never to resume my labours and then with trembling steps I sought my own
apartment I was alone none were near me to dissipate the gloom and relieve me
from the sickening oppression of the most terrible reveries
Several hours passed and I remained near my window gazing on the sea it
was almost motionless for the winds were hushed and all nature reposed under
the eye of the quiet moon A few fishing vessels alone specked the water and
now and then the gentle breeze wafted the sound of voices as the fishermen
called to one another I felt the silence although I was hardly conscious of
its extreme profundity until my ear was suddenly arrested by the paddling of
oars near the shore and a person landed close to my house
In a few minutes after I hear the creaking of my door as if some one
endeavoured to open it softly I trembled from head to foot I felt a
presentiment of who it was and wished to rouse one of the peasants who dwelt in
a cottage not far from mine but I was overcome by the sensation of
helplessness so often felt in frightful dreams when you in vain endeavour to
fly from an impending danger and was rooted to the spot
Presently I heard the sound of footsteps along the passage the door opened
and the wretch whom I dreaded appeared Shutting the door he approached me and
said in a smothered voice
»You have destroyed the work which you began what is it that you intend Do
you dare to break your promise I have endured toil and misery I left
Switzerland with you I crept along the shores of the Rhine among its willow
islands and over the summits of its hills I have dwelt many months in the
heaths of England and among the deserts of Scotland I have endured
incalculable fatigue and cold and hunger do you dare destroy my hopes«
»Begone I do break my promise never will I create another like yourself
equal in deformity and wickedness«
»Slave I before reasoned with you but you have proved yourself unworthy of
my condescension Remember that I have power you believe yourself miserable
but I can make you so wretched that the light of day will be hateful to you You
are my creator but I am your master obey«
»The hour of my irresolution is past and the period of your power is
arrived Your threats cannot move me to do an act of wickedness but they
confirm me in a determination of not creating you a companion in vice Shall I
in cool blood set loose upon the earth a dæmon whose delight is in death and
wretchedness Begone I am firm and your words will only exasperate my rage«
The monster saw my determination in my face and gnashed his teeth in the
impotence of anger »Shall each man« cried he »find a wife for his bosom and
each beast have his mate and I be alone I had feelings of affection and they
were requited by detestation and scorn Man you may hate but beware your
hours will pass in dread and misery and soon the bolt will fall which must
ravish from you your happiness for ever Are you to be happy while I grovel in
the intensity of my wretchedness You can blast my other passions but revenge
remains revenge henceforth dearer than light or food I may die but first
you my tyrant and tormentor shall curse the sun that gazes on your misery
Beware for I am fearless and therefore powerful I will watch with the
wiliness of a snake that I may sting with its venom Man you shall repent of
the injuries you inflict«
»Devil cease and do not poison the air with these sounds of malice I have
declared my resolution to you and I am no coward to bend beneath words Leave
me I am inexorable«
»It is well I go but remember I shall be with you on your weddingnight«
I started forward and exclaimed »Villain before you sign my
deathwarrant be sure that you are yourself safe«
I would have seized him but he eluded me and quitted the house with
precipitation In a few moments I saw him in his boat which shot across the
waters with an arrowy swiftness and was soon lost amidst the waves
All was again silent but his words rung in my ears I burned with rage to
pursue the murderer of my peace and precipitate him into the ocean I walked up
and down my room hastily and perturbed while my imagination conjured up a
thousand images to torment and sting me Why had I not followed him and closed
with him in mortal strife But I had suffered him to depart and he had directed
his course towards the main land I shuddered to think who might be the next
victim sacrificed to his insatiate revenge And then I thought again of his
words »I will be with you on your weddingnight« That then was the period
fixed for the fulfilment of my destiny In that hour I should die and at once
satisfy and extinguish his malice The prospect did not move me to fear yet
when I thought of my beloved Elizabeth of her tears and endless sorrow when
she should find her lover so barbarously snatched from her tears the first I
had shed for many months streamed from my eyes and I resolved not to fall
before my enemy without a bitter struggle
The night passed away and the sun rose from the ocean my feelings became
calmer if it may be called calmness when the violence of rage sinks into the
depths of despair I left the house the horrid scene of the last nights
contention and walked on the beach of the sea which I almost regarded as an
insuperable barrier between me and my fellowcreatures nay a wish that such
should prove the fact stole across me I desired that I might pass my life on
that barren rock wearily it is true but uninterrupted by any sudden shock of
misery If I returned it was to be sacrificed or to see those whom I most
loved die under the grasp of a dæmon whom I had myself created
I walked about the isle like a restless spectre separated from all it
loved and miserable in the separation When it became noon and the sun rose
higher I lay down on the grass and was overpowered by a deep sleep I had been
awake the whole of the preceding night my nerves were agitated and my eyes
inflamed by watching and misery The sleep into which I now sunk refreshed me
and when I awoke I again felt as if I belonged to a race of human beings like
myself and I began to reflect upon what had passed with greater composure yet
still the words of the fiend rung in my ears like a deathknell they appeared
like a dream yet distinct and oppressive as a reality
The sun had far descended and I still sat on the shore satisfying my
appetite which had become ravenous with an oaten cake when I saw a
fishingboat land close to me and one of the men brought me a packet it
contained letters from Geneva and one from Clerval entreating me to join him
He said that he was wearing away his time fruitlessly where he was that letters
from the friends he had formed in London desired his return to complete the
negotiation they had entered into for his Indian enterprise He could not any
longer delay his departure but as his journey to London might be followed even
sooner than he now conjectured by his longer voyage he entreated me to bestow
as much of my society on him as I could spare He besought me therefore to
leave my solitary isle and to meet him at Perth that we might proceed
southwards together This letter in a degree recalled me to life and I
determined to quit my island at the expiration of two days
Yet before I departed there was a task to perform on which I shuddered to
reflect I must pack up my chemical instruments and for that purpose I must
enter the room which had been the scene of my odious work and I must handle
those utensils the sight of which was sickening to me The next morning at
daybreak I summoned sufficient courage and unlocked the door of my laboratory
The remains of the halffinished creature whom I had destroyed lay scattered
on the floor and I almost felt as if I had mangled the living flesh of a human
being I paused to collect myself and then entered the chamber With trembling
hand I conveyed the instruments out of the room but I reflected that I ought
not to leave the relics of my work to excite the horror and suspicion of the
peasants and I accordingly put them into a basket with a great quantity of
stones and laying them up determined to throw them into the sea that very
night and in the mean time I sat upon the beach employed in cleaning and
arranging my chemical apparatus
Nothing could be more complete than the alteration that had taken place in
my feelings since the night of the appearance of the dæmon I had before
regarded my promise with a gloomy despair as a thing that with whatever
consequences must be fulfilled but I now felt as if a film had been taken from
before my eyes and that I for the first time saw clearly The idea of
renewing my labours did not for one instant occur to me the threat I had heard
weighed on my thoughts but I did not reflect that a voluntary act of mine could
avert it I had resolved in my own mind that to create another like the fiend I
had first made would be an act of the basest and most atrocious selfishness and
I banished from my mind every thought that could lead to a different conclusion
Between two and three in the morning the moon rose and I then putting my
basket aboard a little skiff sailed out about four miles from the shore The
scene was perfectly solitary a few boats were returning towards land but I
sailed away from them I felt as if I was about the commission of a dreadful
crime and avoided with shuddering anxiety any encounter with my
fellowcreatures At one time the moon which had before been clear was
suddenly overspread by a thick cloud and I took advantage of the moment of
darkness and cast my basket into the sea I listened to the gurgling sound as
it sunk and then sailed away from the spot The sky became clouded but the air
was pure although chilled by the northeast breeze that was then rising But it
refreshed me and filled me with such agreeable sensations that I resolved to
prolong my stay on the water and fixing the rudder in a direct position
stretched myself at the bottom of the boat Clouds hid the moon every thing was
obscure and I heard only the sound of the boat as its keel cut through the
waves the murmur lulled me and in a short time I slept soundly
I do not know how long I remained in this situation but when I awoke I
found that the sun had already mounted considerably The wind was high and the
waves continually threatened the safety of my little skiff I found that the
wind was northeast and must have driven me far from the coast from which I had
embarked I endeavoured to change my course but quickly found that if I again
made the attempt the boat would be instantly filled with water Thus situated
my only resource was to drive before the wind I confess that I felt a few
sensations of terror I had no compass with me and was so slenderly acquainted
with the geography of this part of the world that the sun was of little benefit
to me I might be driven into the wide Atlantic and feel all the tortures of
starvation or be swallowed up in the immeasurable waters that roared and
buffeted around me I had already been out many hours and felt the torment of a
burning thirst a prelude to my other sufferings I looked on the heavens which
were covered by clouds that flew the wind only to be replaced by others I
looked upon the sea it was to be my grave »Fiend« I exclaimed »your task is
already fulfilled« I thought of Elizabeth of my father and of Clerval all
left behind on whom the monster might satisfy his sanguinary and merciless
passions This idea plunged me into a reverie so despairing and frightful that
even now when the scene is on the point of closing before me for ever I
shudder to reflect on it
Some hours passed thus but by degrees as the sun declined towards the
horizon the wind died away into a gentle breeze and the sea became free from
breakers But these gave place to a heavy swell I felt sick and hardly able to
hold the rudder when suddenly I saw a line of high land towards the south
Almost spent as I was by fatigue and the dreadful suspense I endured for
several hours this sudden certainty of life rushed like a flood of warm joy to
my heart and tears gushed from my eyes
How mutable are our feelings and how strange is that clinging love we have
of life even in the excess of misery I constructed another sail with a part of
my dress and eagerly steered my course towards the land It had a wild and
rocky appearance but as I approached nearer I easily perceived the traces of
cultivation I saw vessels near the shore and found myself suddenly transported
back to the neighbourhood of civilised man I carefully traced the windings of
the land and hailed a steeple which I at length saw issuing from from behind a
small promontory As I was in a state of extreme debility I resolved to sail
directly towards the town as a place where I could most easily procure
nourishment Fortunately I had money with me As I turned the promontory I
perceived a small neat town and a good harbour which I entered my heart
bounding with joy at my unexpected escape
As I was occupied in fixing the boat and arranging the sails several people
crowded towards the spot They seemed much surprised at my appearance but
instead of offering me any assistance whispered together with gestures that at
any other time might have produced in me a slight sensation of alarm As it was
I merely remarked that they spoke English and I therefore addressed them in
that language »My good friends« said I »will you be so kind as to tell me the
name of this town and inform me where I am«
»You will know that soon enough« replied a man with a hoarse voice »May be
you are come to a place that will not prove much to your taste but you will not
be consulted as to your quarters I promise you«
I was exceedingly surprised on receiving so rude an answer from a stranger
and I was also disconcerted on perceiving the frowning and angry countenances of
his companions »Why do you answer me so roughly« I replied »surely it is not
the custom of Englishmen to receive strangers so inhospitably«
»I do not know« said the man »what the custom of the English may be but
it is the custom of the Irish to hate villains«
While this strange dialogue continued I perceived the crowd rapidly
increase Their faces expressed a mixture of curiosity and anger which annoyed
and in some degree alarmed me I enquired the way to the inn but no one
replied I then moved forward and a murmuring sound arose from the crowd as
they followed and surrounded me when an illlooking man approached tapped me
on the shoulder and said »Come sir you must follow me to Mr Kirwins to
give an account of yourself«
»Who is Mr Kirwin Why am I to give an account of myself Is not this a
free country«
»Ay sir free enough for honest folks Mr Kirwin is a magistrate and you
are to give an account of the death of a gentleman who was found murdered here
last night«
This answer startled me but I presently recovered myself I was innocent
that could easily be proved accordingly I followed my conductor in silence and
was led to one of the best houses in the town I was ready to sink from fatigue
and hunger but being surrounded by a crowd I thought it politic to rouse all
my strength that no physical debility might be construed into apprehension or
conscious guilt Little did I then expect the calamity that was in a few moments
to overwhelm me and extinguish in horror and despair all fear of ignominy or
death
I must pause here for it requires all my fortitude to recall the memory of
the frightful events which I am about to relate in proper detail to my
recollection
Chapter XXI
I was soon introduced into the presence of the magistrate an old benevolent
man with calm and mild manners He looked upon me however with some degree of
severity and then turning towards my conductors he asked who appeared as
witnesses on this occasion
About half a dozen men came forward and one being selected by the
magistrate he deposed that he had been out fishing the night before with his
son and brotherinlaw Daniel Nugent when about ten oclock they observed a
strong northerly blast rising and they accordingly put in for port It was a
very dark night as the moon had not yet risen they did not land at the
harbour but as they had been accustomed at a creek about two miles below He
walked on first carrying a part of the fishing tackle and his companions
followed him at some distance As he was proceeding along the sands he struck
his foot against something and fell at his length on the ground His companions
came up to assist him and by the light of their lantern they found that he
had fallen on the body of a man who was to all appearance dead Their first
supposition was that it was the corpse of some person who had been drowned and
was thrown on shore by the waves but on examination they found that the
clothes were not wet and even that the body was not then cold They instantly
carried it to the cottage of an old woman near the spot and endeavoured but in
vain to restore it to life It appeared to be a handsome young man about five
and twenty years of age He had apparently been strangled for there was no sign
of any violence except the black mark of fingers on his neck
The first part of this deposition did not in the least interest me but when
the mark of the fingers was mentioned I remembered the murder of my brother
and felt myself extremely agitated my limbs trembled and a mist came over my
eyes which obliged me to lean on a chair for support The magistrate observed
me with a keen eye and of course drew an unfavourable augury from my manner
The son confirmed his fathers account but when Daniel Nugent was called
he swore positively that just before the fall of his companion he saw a boat
with a single man in it at a short distance from the shore and as far as he
could judge by the light of a few stars it was the same boat in which I had
just landed
A woman deposed that she lived near the beach and was standing at the door
of her cottage waiting for the return of the fishermen about an hour before
she heard of the discovery of the body when she saw a boat with only one man
in it push off from that part of the shore where the corpse was afterwards
found
Another woman confirmed the account of the fishermen having brought the body
into her house it was not cold They put it into a bed and rubbed it and
Daniel went to the town for an apothecary but life was quite gone
Several other men were examined concerning my landing and they agreed
that with the strong north wind that had arisen during the night it was very
probable that I had beaten about for many hours and had been obliged to return
nearly to the same spot from which I had departed Besides they observed that
it appeared that I had brought the body from another place and it was likely
that as I did not appear to know the shore I might have put into the harbour
ignorant of the distance of the town of from the place where I had
deposited the corpse
Mr Kirwin on hearing this evidence desired that I should be taken into
the room where the body lay for interment that it might be observed what effect
the sight of it would produce upon me This idea was probably suggested by the
extreme agitation I had exhibited when the mode of the murder had been
described I was accordingly conducted by the magistrate and several other
persons to the inn I could not help being struck by the strange coincidences
that had taken place during this eventful night but knowing that I had been
conversing with several persons in the island I had inhabited about the time
that the body had been found I was perfectly tranquil as to the consequences of
the affair
I entered the room where the corpse lay and was led up to the coffin How
can I describe my sensations on beholding it I feel yet parched with horror
nor can I reflect on that terrible moment without shuddering and agony The
examination the presence of the magistrate and witnesses passed like a dream
from my memory when I saw the lifeless form of Henry Clerval stretched before
me I gasped for breath and throwing myself on the body I exclaimed »Have my
murderous machinations deprived you also my dearest Henry of life Two I have
already destroyed other victims await their destiny but you Clerval my
friend my benefactor «
The human frame could no longer support the agonies that I endured and I
was carried out of the room in strong convulsions
A fever succeeded to this I lay for two months on the point of death my
ravings as I afterwards heard were frightful I called myself the murderer of
William of Justine and of Clerval Sometimes I entreated my attendants to
assist me in the destruction of the fiend by whom I was tormented and at
others I felt the fingers of the monster already grasping my neck and screamed
aloud with agony and terror Fortunately as I spoke my native language Mr
Kirwin alone understood me but my gestures and bitter cries were sufficient to
affright the other witnesses
Why did I not die More miserable than man ever was before why did I not
sink into forgetfulness and rest Death snatches away many blooming children
the only hopes of their doating parents how many brides and youthful lovers
have been one day in the bloom of health and hope and the next a prey for worms
and the decay of the tomb Of what materials was I made that I could thus
resist so many shocks which like the turning of the wheel continually renewed
the torture
But I was doomed to live and in two months found myself as awaking from a
dream in a prison stretched on a wretched bed surrounded by gaolers
turnkeys bolts and all the miserable apparatus of a dungeon It was morning I
remember when I thus awoke to understanding I had forgotten the particulars of
what had happened and only felt as if some great misfortune had suddenly
overwhelmed me but when I looked around and saw the barred windows and the
squalidness of the room in which I was all flashed across my memory and I
groaned bitterly
This sound disturbed an old woman who was sleeping in a chair beside me She
was a hired nurse the wife of one of the turnkeys and her countenance
expressed all those bad qualities which often characterise that class The lines
of her face were hard and rude like that of persons accustomed to see without
sympathising in sights of misery Her tone expressed her entire indifference
she addressed me in English and the voice struck me as one that I had heard
during my sufferings
»Are you better now sir« said she
I replied in the same language with a feeble voice »I believe I am but if
it be all true if indeed I did not dream I am sorry that I am still alive to
feel this misery and horror«
»For that matter« replied the old woman »if you mean about the gentleman
you murdered I believe that it were better for you if you were dead for I
fancy it will go hard with you However thats none of my business I am sent
to nurse you and get you well I do my duty with a safe conscience it were
well if every body did the same«
I turned with loathing from the woman who could utter so unfeeling a speech
to a person just saved on the very edge of death but I felt languid and
unable to reflect on all that had passed The whole series of my life appeared
to me as a dream I sometimes doubted if indeed it were all true for it never
presented itself to my mind with the force of reality
As the images that floated before me became more distinct I grew feverish
a darkness pressed around me no one was near me who soothed me with the gentle
voice of love no dear hand supported me The physician came and prescribed
medicines and the old woman prepared them for me but utter carelessness was
visible in the first and the expression of brutality was strongly marked in the
visage of the second Who could be interested in the fate of a murderer but the
hangman who would gain his fee
These were my first reflections but I soon learned that Mr Kirwin had
shown me extreme kindness He had caused the best room in the prison to be
prepared for me wretched indeed was the best and it was he who had provided a
physician and a nurse It is true he seldom came to see me for although he
ardently desired to relieve the sufferings of every human creature he did not
wish to be present at the agonies and miserable ravings of a murderer He came
therefore sometimes to see that I was not neglected but his visits were
short and with long intervals
One day while I was gradually recovering I was seated in a chair my eyes
half open and my cheeks livid like those in death I was overcome by gloom and
misery and often reflected I had better seek death than desire to remain in a
world which to me was replete with wretchedness At one time I considered
whether I should not declare myself guilty and suffer the penalty of the law
less innocent than poor Justine had been Such were my thoughts when the door
of my apartment was opened and Mr Kirwin entered His countenance expressed
sympathy and compassion he drew a chair close to mine and addressed me in
French
»I fear that this place is very shocking to you can I do any thing to make
you more comfortable«
»I thank you but all that you mention is nothing to me on the whole earth
there is no comfort which I am capable of receiving«
»I know that the sympathy of a stranger can be but of little relief to one
borne down as you are by so strange a misfortune But you will I hope soon
quit this melancholy abode for doubtless evidence can easily be brought to
free you from the criminal charge«
»That is my least concern I am by a course of strange events become the
most miserable of mortals Persecuted and tortured as I am and have been can
death be any evil to me«
»Nothing indeed could be more unfortunate and agonising than the strange
chances that have lately occurred You were thrown by some surprising accident
on this shore renowned for its hospitality seized immediately and charged
with murder The first sight that was presented to your eyes was the body of
your friend murdered in so unaccountable a manner and placed as it were by
some fiend across your path«
As Mr Kirwin said this notwithstanding the agitation I endured on this
retrospect of my sufferings I also felt considerable surprise at the knowledge
he seemed to possess concerning me I suppose some astonishment was exhibited in
my countenance for Mr Kirwin hastened to say
»Immediately upon your being taken ill all the papers that were on your
person were brought me and I examined them that I might discover some trace by
which I could send to your relations an account of your misfortune and illness
I found several letters and among others one which I discovered from its
commencement to be from your father I instantly wrote to Geneva nearly two
months have elapsed since the departure of my letter But you are ill even
now you tremble you are unfit for agitation of any kind«
»This suspense is a thousand times worse than the most horrible event tell
me what new scene of death has been acted and whose murder I am now to lament«
»Your family is perfectly well« said Mr Kirwin with gentleness »and some
one a friend is come to visit you«
I know not by what chain of thought the idea presented itself but it
instantly darted into my mind that the murderer had come to mock at my misery
and taunt me with the death of Clerval as a new incitement for me to comply
with his hellish desires I put my hand before my eyes and cried out in agony
»Oh take him away I cannot see him for Gods sake do not let him enter«
Mr Kirwin regarded me with a troubled countenance He could not help
regarding my exclamation as a presumption of my guilt and said in rather a
severe tone
»I should have thought young man that the presence of your father would
have been welcome instead of inspiring such violent repugnance«
»My father« cried I while every feature and every muscle was relaxed from
anguish to pleasure »is my father indeed come How kind how very kind But
where is he why does he not hasten to me«
My change of manner surprised and pleased the magistrate perhaps he thought
that my former exclamation was a momentary return of delirium and now he
instantly resumed his former benevolence He rose and quitted the room with my
nurse and in a moment my father entered it
Nothing at this moment could have given me greater pleasure than the
arrival of my father I stretched out my hand to him and cried
»Are you then safe and Elizabeth and Ernest«
My father calmed me with assurances of their welfare and endeavoured by
dwelling on these subjects so interesting to my heart to raise my desponding
spirits but he soon felt that a prison cannot be the abode of cheerfulness
»What a place is this that you inhabit my son« said he looking mournfully at
the barred windows and wretched appearance of the room »You travelled to seek
happiness but a fatality seems to pursue you And poor Clerval «
The name of my unfortunate and murdered friend was an agitation too great to
be endured in my weak state I shed tears
»Alas yes my father« replied I »some destiny of the most horrible kind
hangs over me and I must live to fulfil it or surely I should have died on the
coffin of Henry«
We were not allowed to converse for any length of time for the precarious
state of my health rendered every precaution necessary that could ensure
tranquillity Mr Kirwin came in and insisted that my strength should not be
exhausted by too much exertion But the appearance of my father was to me like
that of my good angel and I gradually recovered my health
As my sickness quitted me I was absorbed by a gloomy and black melancholy
that nothing could dissipate The image of Clerval was for ever before me
ghastly and murdered More than once the agitation into which these reflections
threw me made my friends dread a dangerous relapse Alas why did they preserve
so miserable and detested a life It was surely that I might fulfil my destiny
which is now drawing to a close Soon oh very soon will death extinguish
these throbbings and relieve me from the mighty weight of anguish that bears me
to the dust and in executing the award of justice I shall also sink to rest
Then the appearance of death was distant although the wish was ever present to
my thoughts and I often sat for hours motionless and speechless wishing for
some mighty revolution that might bury me and my destroyer in its ruins
The season of the assizes approached I had already been three months in
prison and although I was still weak and in continual danger of a relapse I
was obliged to travel nearly a hundred miles to the county where the court was
held Mr Kirwin charged himself with every care of collecting witnesses and
arranging my defence I was spared the disgrace of appearing publicly as a
criminal as the case was not brought before the court that decides on life and
death The grand jury rejected the bill on its being proved that I was on the
Orkney Islands at the hour the body of my friend was found and a fortnight
after my removal I was liberated from prison
My father was enraptured on finding me freed from the vexations of a
criminal charge that I was again allowed to breathe the fresh atmosphere and
permitted to return to my native country I did not participate in these
feelings for to me the walls of a dungeon or a palace were alike hateful The
cup of life was poisoned for ever and although the sun shone upon me as upon
the happy and gay of heart I saw around me nothing but a dense and frightful
darkness penetrated by no light but the glimmer of two eyes that glared upon
me Sometimes they were the expressive eyes of Henry languishing in death the
dark orbs nearly covered by the lids and the long black lashes that fringed
them sometimes it was the watery clouded eyes of the monster as I first saw
them in my chamber at Ingolstadt
My father tried to awaken in me the feelings of affection He talked of
Geneva which I should soon visit of Elizabeth and Ernest but these words
only drew deep groans from me Sometimes indeed I felt a wish for happiness
and thought with melancholy delight of my beloved cousin or longed with a
devouring maladie du pays to see once more the blue lake and rapid Rhone that
had been so dear to me in early childhood but my general state of feeling was a
torpor in which a prison was as welcome a residence as the divinest scene in
nature and these fits were seldom interrupted but by paroxysms of anguish and
despair At these moments I often endeavoured to put an end to the existence I
loathed and it required unceasing attendance and vigilance to restrain me from
committing some dreadful act of violence
Yet one duty remained to me the recollection of which finally triumphed
over my selfish despair It was necessary that I should return without delay to
Geneva there to watch over the lives of those I so fondly loved and to lie in
wait for the murderer that if any chance led me to the place of his
concealment or if he dared again to blast me by his presence I might with
unfailing aim put an end to the existence of the monstrous Image which I had
endued with the mockery of a soul still more monstrous My father still desired
to delay our departure fearful that I could not sustain the fatigues of a
journey for I was a shattered wreck the shadow of a human being My strength
was gone I was a mere skeleton and fever night and day preyed upon my wasted
frame
Still as I urged our leaving Ireland with such inquietude and impatience
my father thought it best to yield We took our passage on board a vessel bound
for HavredeGrace and sailed with a fair wind from the Irish shores It was
midnight I lay on the deck looking at the stars and listening to the dashing
of the waves I hailed the darkness that shut Ireland from my sight and my
pulse beat with a feverish joy when I reflected that I should soon see Geneva
The past appeared to me in the light of a frightful dream yet the vessel in
which I was the wind that blew me from the detested shore of Ireland and the
sea which surrounded me told me too forcibly that I was deceived by no vision
and that Clerval my friend and dearest companion had fallen a victim to me and
the monster of my creation I repassed in my memory my whole life my quiet
happiness while residing with my family in Geneva the death of my mother and
my departure for Ingolstadt I remembered shuddering the mad enthusiasm that
hurried me on to the creation of my hideous enemy and I called to mind the
night in which he first lived I was unable to pursue the train of thought a
thousand feelings pressed upon me and I wept bitterly
Ever since my recovery from the fever I had been in the custom of taking
every night a small quantity of laudanum for it was by means of this drug only
that I was enabled to gain the rest necessary for the preservation of life
Oppressed by the recollection of my various misfortunes I now swallowed double
my usual quantity and soon slept profoundly But sleep did not afford me
respite from thought and misery my dreams presented a thousand objects that
scared me Towards morning I was possessed by a kind of nightmare I felt the
fiends grasp in my neck and could not free myself from it groans and cries
rung in my ears My father who was watching over me perceiving my
restlessness awoke me the dashing waves were around the cloudy sky above the
fiend was not here a sense of security a feeling that a truce was established
between the present hour and the irresistible disastrous future imparted to me
a kind of calm forgetfulness of which the human mind is by its structure
peculiarly susceptible
Chapter XXII
The voyage came to an end We landed and proceeded to Paris I soon found that
I had overtaxed my strength and that I must repose before I could continue my
journey My fathers care and attentions were indefatigable but he did not know
the origin of my sufferings and sought erroneous methods to remedy the
incurable ill He wished me to seek amusement in society I abhorred the face of
man Oh not abhorred they were my brethren my fellow beings and I felt
attracted even to the most repulsive among them as to creatures of an angelic
nature and celestial mechanism But I felt that I had no right to share their
intercourse I had unchained an enemy among them whose joy it was to shed their
blood and to revel in their groans How they would each and all abhor me and
hunt me from the world did they know my unhallowed acts and the crimes which
had their source in me
My father yielded at length to my desire to avoid society and strove by
various arguments to banish my despair Sometimes he thought that I felt deeply
the degradation of being obliged to answer a charge of murder and he
endeavoured to prove to me the futility of pride
»Alas my father« said I »how little do you know me Human beings their
feelings and passions would indeed be degraded if such a wretch as I felt
pride Justine poor unhappy Justine was as innocent as I and she suffered the
same charge she died for it and I am the cause of this I murdered her
William Justine and Henry they all died by my hands«
My father had often during my imprisonment heard me make the same
assertion when I thus accused myself he sometimes seemed to desire an
explanation and at others he appeared to consider it as the offspring of
delirium and that during my illness some idea of this kind had presented
itself to my imagination the remembrance of which I preserved in my
convalescence I avoided explanation and maintained a continual silence
concerning the wretch I had created I had a persuasion that I should be
supposed mad and this in itself would for ever have chained my tongue But
besides I could not bring myself to disclose a secret which would fill my
hearer with consternation and make fear and unnatural horror the inmates of his
breast I checked therefore my impatient thirst for sympathy and was silent
when I would have given the world to have confided the fatal secret Yet still
words like those I have recorded would burst uncontrollably from me I could
offer no explanation of them but their truth in part relieved the burden of my
mysterious woe
Upon this occasion my father said with an expression of unbounded wonder
»My dearest Victor what infatuation is this My dear son I entreat you never
to make such an assertion again«
»I am not mad« I cried energetically »the sun and the heavens who have
viewed my operations can bear witness of my truth I am the assassin of those
most innocent victims they died by my machinations A thousand times would I
have shed my own blood drop by drop to have saved their lives but I could
not my father indeed I could not sacrifice the whole human race«
The conclusion of this speech convinced my father that my ideas were
deranged and he instantly changed the subject of our conversation and
endeavoured to alter the course of my thoughts He wished as much as possible to
obliterate the memory of the scenes that had taken place in Ireland and never
alluded to them or suffered me to speak of my misfortunes
As time passed away I became more calm misery had her dwelling in my heart
but I no longer talked in the same incoherent manner of my own crimes
sufficient for me was the consciousness of them By the utmost selfviolence I
curbed the imperious voice of wretchedness which sometimes desired to declare
itself to the whole world and my manners were calmer and more composed than
they had ever been since my journey to the sea of ice
A few days before we left Paris on our way to Switzerland I received the
following letter from Elizabeth
»My dear Friend
It gave me the greatest pleasure to receive a letter from my uncle
dated at Paris you are no longer at a formidable distance and I may
hope to see you in less than a fortnight My poor cousin how much you
must have suffered I expect to see you looking even more ill than when
you quitted Geneva This winter has been passed most miserably tortured
as I have been by anxious suspense yet I hope to see peace in your
countenance and to find that your heart is not totally void of comfort
and tranquillity
Yet I fear that the same feelings now exist that made you so
miserable a year ago even perhaps augmented by time I would not
disturb you at this period when so many misfortunes weigh upon you but
a conversation that I had with my uncle previous to his departure
renders some explanation necessary before we meet
Explanation you may possibly say what can Elizabeth have to
explain If you really say this my questions are answered and all my
doubts satisfied But you are distant from me and it is possible that
you may dread and yet be pleased with this explanation and in a
probability of this being the case I dare not any longer postpone
writing what during your absence I have often wished to express to
you but have never had the courage to begin
You well know Victor that our union had been the favourite plan of
your parents ever since our infancy We were told this when young and
taught to look forward to it as an event that would certainly take
place We were affectionate playfellows during childhood and I
believe dear and valued friends to one another as we grew older But as
brother and sister often entertain a lively affection towards each
other without desiring a more intimate union may not such also be our
case Tell me dearest Victor Answer me I conjure you by our mutual
happiness with simple truth Do you not love another
You have travelled you have spent several years of your life at
Ingolstadt and I confess to you my friend that when I saw you last
autumn so unhappy flying to solitude from the society of every
creature I could not help supposing that you might regret our
connection and believe yourself bound in honour to fulfil the wishes of
your parents although they opposed themselves to your inclinations But
this is false reasoning I confess to you my friend that I love you
and that in my airy dreams of futurity you have been my constant friend
and companion But it is your happiness I desire as well as my own when
I declare to you that our marriage would render me eternally miserable
unless it were the dictate of your own free choice Even now I weep to
think that borne down as you are by the cruellest misfortunes you may
stifle by the word honour all hope of that love and happiness which
would alone restore you to yourself I who have so disinterested an
affection for you may increase your miseries tenfold by being an
obstacle to your wishes Ah Victor be assured that your cousin and
playmate has too sincere a love for you not to be made miserable by this
supposition Be happy my friend and if you obey me in this one
request remain satisfied that nothing on earth will have the power to
interrupt my tranquillity
Do not let this letter disturb you do not answer tomorrow or the
next day or even until you come if it will give you pain My uncle
will send me news of your health and if I see but one smile on your
lips when we meet occasioned by this or any other exertion of mine I
shall need no other happiness
ELIZABETH LAVENZA
Geneva May 18th 17 «
This letter revived in my memory what I had before forgotten the threat of the
fiend »I will be with you on your wedding night« Such was my sentence and on
that night would the dæmon employ every art to destroy me and tear me from the
glimpse of happiness which promised partly to console my sufferings On that
night he had determined to consummate his crimes by my death Well be it so a
deadly struggle would then assuredly take place in which if he were victorious
I should be at peace and his power over me be at an end If he were vanquished
I should be a free man Alas what freedom such as the peasant enjoys when his
family have been massacred before his eyes his cottage burnt his lands laid
waste and he is turned adrift homeless penniless and alone but free Such
would be my liberty except that in my Elizabeth I possessed a treasure alas
balanced by those horrors of remorse and guilt which would pursue me until
death
Sweet and beloved Elizabeth I read and reread her letter and some
softened feelings stole into my heart and dared to whisper paradisiacal dreams
of love and joy but the apple was already eaten and the angels arm bared to
drive me from all hope Yet I would die to make her happy If the monster
executed his threat death was inevitable yet again I considered whether my
marriage would hasten my fate My destruction might indeed arrive a few months
sooner but if my torturer should suspect that I postponed it influenced by his
menaces he would surely find other and perhaps more dreadful means of revenge
He had vowed to be with me on my weddingnight yet he did not consider that
threat as binding him to peace in the mean time for as if to show me that he
was not yet satiated with blood he had murdered Clerval immediately after the
enunciation of his threats I resolved therefore that if my immediate union
with my cousin would conduce either to hers or my fathers happiness my
adversarys designs against my life should not retard it a single hour
In this state of mind I wrote to Elizabeth My letter was calm and
affectionate »I fear my beloved girl« I said »little happiness remains for
us on earth yet all that I may one day enjoy is centred in you Chase away your
idle fears to you alone do I consecrate my life and my endeavours for
contenment I have one secret Elizabeth a dreadful one when revealed to you
it will chill your frame with horror and then far from being surprised at my
misery you will only wonder that I survive what I have endured I will confide
this tale of misery and terror to you the day after our marriage shall take
place for my sweet cousin there must be perfect confidence between us But
until then I conjure you do not mention or allude to it This I most earnestly
entreat and I know you will comply«
In about a week after the arrival of Elizabeths letter we returned to
Geneva The sweet girl welcomed me with warm affection yet tears were in her
eyes as she beheld my emaciated frame and feverish cheeks I saw a change in
her also She was thinner and had lost much of that heavenly vivacity that had
before charmed me but her gentleness and soft looks of compassion made her a
more fit companion for one blasted and miserable as I was
The tranquillity which I now enjoyed did not endure Memory brought madness
with it and when I thought of what had passed a real insanity possessed me
sometimes I was furious and burnt with rage sometimes low and despondent I
neither spoke nor looked at any one but sat motionless bewildered by the
multitude of miseries that overcame me
Elizabeth alone had the power to draw me from these fits her gentle voice
would soothe me when transported by passion and inspire me with human feelings
when sunk in torpor She wept with me and for me When reason returned she
would remonstrate and endeavour to inspire me with resignation Ah it is well
for the unfortunate to be resigned but for the guilty there is no peace The
agonies of remorse poison the luxury there is otherwise sometimes found in
indulging the excess of grief
Soon after my arrival my father spoke of my immediate marriage with
Elizabeth I remained silent
»Have you then some other attachment«
»None on earth I love Elizabeth and look forward to our union with
delight Let the day therefore be fixed and on it I will consecrate myself in
life or death to the happiness of my cousin«
»My dear Victor do not speak thus Heavy misfortunes have befallen us but
let us only cling closer to what remains and transfer our love for those whom
we have lost to those who yet live Our circle will be small but bound close
by the ties of affection and mutual misfortune And when time shall have
softened your despair new and dear objects of care will be born to replace
those of whom we have been so cruelly deprived«
Such were the lessons of my father But to me the remembrance of the threat
returned nor can you wonder that omnipotent as the fiend had yet been in his
deeds of blood I should almost regard him as invincible and that when he had
pronounced the words »I shall be with you on your weddingnight« I should
regard the threatened fate as unavoidable But death was no evil to me if the
loss of Elizabeth were balanced with it and I therefore with a contented and
even cheerful countenance agreed with my father that if my cousin would
consent the ceremony should take place in ten days and thus put as I
imagined the seal to my fate
Great God if for one instant I had thought what might be the hellish
intention of my fiendish adversary I would rather have banished myself for ever
from my native country and wandered a friendless outcast over the earth than
have consented to this miserable marriage But as if possessed of magic powers
the monster had blinded me to his real intentions and when I thought that I had
prepared only my own death I hastened that of a far dearer victim
As the period fixed for our marriage drew nearer whether from cowardice or
a prophetic feeling I felt my heart sink within me But I concealed my feelings
by an appearance of hilarity that brought smiles and joy to the countenance of
my father but hardly deceived the everwatchful and nicer eye of Elizabeth She
looked forward to our union with placid contentment not unmingled with a little
fear which past misfortunes had impressed that what now appeared certain and
tangible happiness might soon dissipate into an airy dream and leave no trace
but deep and everlasting regret
Preparations were made for the event congratulatory visits were received
and all wore a smiling appearance I shut up as well as I could in my own
heart the anxiety that preyed there and entered with seeming earnestness into
the plans of my father although they might only serve as the decorations of my
tragedy Through my fathers exertions a part of the inheritance of Elizabeth
had been restored to her by the Austrian government A small possession on the
shores of Como belonged to her It was agreed that immediately after our union
we should proceed to Villa Lavenza and spend our first days of happiness beside
the beautiful lake near which it stood
In the mean time I took every precaution to defend my person in case the
fiend should openly attack me I carried pistols and a dagger constantly about
me and was ever on the watch to prevent artifice and by these means gained a
greater degree of tranquillity Indeed as the period approached the threat
appeared more as a delusion not to be regarded as worthy to disturb my peace
while the happiness I hoped for in my marriage wore a greater appearance of
certainty as the day fixed for its solemnisation drew nearer and I heard it
continually spoken of as an occurrence which no accident could possibly prevent
Elizabeth seemed happy my tranquil demeanour contributed greatly to calm
her mind But on the day that was to fulfil my wishes and my destiny she was
melancholy and a presentiment of evil pervaded her and perhaps also she
thought of the dreadful secret which I had promised to reveal to her on the
following day My father was in the mean time overjoyed and in the bustle of
preparation only recognised in the melancholy of his niece the diffidence of a
bride
After the ceremony was performed a large party assembled at my fathers
but it was agreed that Elizabeth and I should commence our journey by water
sleeping that night at Evian and continuing our voyage on the following day
The day was fair the wind favourable all smiled on our nuptial embarkation
Those were the last moments of my life during which I enjoyed the feeling of
happiness We passed rapidly along the sun was hot but we were sheltered from
its rays by a kind of canopy while we enjoyed the beauty of the scene
sometimes on one side of the lake where we saw Mont Salêve the pleasant banks
of Montalègre and at a distance surmounting all the beautiful Mont Blanc and
the assemblage of snowy mountains that in vain endeavour to emulate her
sometimes coasting the opposite banks we saw the mighty Jura opposing its dark
side to the ambition that would quit its native country and an almost
insurmountable barrier to the invader who should wish to enslave it
I took the hand of Elizabeth »You are sorrowful my love Ah if you knew
what I have suffered and what I may yet endure you would endeavour to let me
taste the quiet and freedom from despair that this one day at least permits me
to enjoy«
»Be happy my dear Victor« replied Elizabeth »there is I hope nothing to
distress you and be assured that if a lively joy is not painted in my face my
heart is contented Something whispers to me not to depend too much on the
prospect that is opened before us but I will not listen to such a sinister
voice Observe how fast we move along and how the clouds which sometimes
obscure and sometimes rise above the dome of Mont Blanc render this scene of
beauty still more interesting Look also at the innumerable fish that are
swimming in the clear waters where we can distinguish every pebble that lies at
the bottom What a divine day how happy and serene all nature appears«
Thus Elizabeth endeavoured to divert her thoughts and mine from all
reflection upon melancholy subjects But her temper was fluctuating joy for a
few instants shone in her eyes but it continually gave place to distraction and
reverie
The sun sunk lower in the heavens we passed the river Drance and observed
its path through the chasms of the higher and the glens of the lower hills The
Alps here come closer to the lake and we approached the amphitheatre of
mountains which forms its eastern boundary The spire of Evian shone under the
woods that surrounded it and the range of mountain above mountain by which it
was overhung
The wind which had hitherto carried us along with amazing rapidity sunk at
sunset to a light breeze the soft air just ruffled the water and caused a
pleasant motion among the trees as we approached the shore from which it wafted
the most delightful scent of flowers and hay The sun sunk beneath the horizon
as we landed and as I touched the shore I felt those cares and fears revive
which soon were to clasp me and cling to me for ever
Chapter XXIII
It was eight oclock when we landed we walked for a short time on the shore
enjoying the transitory light and then retired to the inn and contemplated the
lovely scene of waters woods and mountains obscured in darkness yet still
displaying their black outlines
The wind which had fallen in the south now rose with great violence in the
west The moon had reached her summit in the heavens and was beginning to
descend the clouds swept across it swifter than the flight of the vulture and
dimmed her rays while the lake reflected the scene of the busy heavens
rendered still busier by the restless waves that were beginning to rise
Suddenly a heavy storm of rain descended
I had been calm during the day but so soon as night obscured the shapes of
objects a thousand fears arose in my mind I was anxious and watchful while my
right hand grasped a pistol which was hidden in my bosom every sound terrified
me but I resolved that I would sell my life dearly and not shrink from the
conflict until my own life or that of my adversary was extinguished
Elizabeth observed my agitation for some time in timid and fearful silence
but there was something in my glance which communicated terror to her and
trembling she asked »What is it that agitates you my dear Victor What is it
you fear«
»Oh peace peace my love« replied I »this night and all will be safe
but this night is dreadful very dreadful«
I passed an hour in this state of mind when suddenly I reflected how
fearful the combat which I momentarily expected would be to my wife and I
earnestly entreated her to retire resolving not to join her until I had
obtained some knowledge as to the situation of my enemy
She left me and I continued some time walking up and down the passages of
the house and inspecting every corner that might afford a retreat to my
adversary But I discovered no trace of him and was beginning to conjecture
that some fortunate chance had intervened to prevent the execution of his
menaces when suddenly I heard a shrill and dreadful scream It came from the
room into which Elizabeth had retired As I heard it the whole truth rushed
into my mind my arms dropped the motion of every muscle and fibre was
suspended I could feel the blood trickling in my veins and tingling in the
extremities of my limbs This state lasted but for an instant the scream was
repeated and I rushed into the room
Great God why did I not then expire Why am I here to relate the
destruction of the best hope and the purest creature of earth She was there
lifeless and inanimate thrown across the bed her head hanging down and her
pale and distorted features half covered by her hair Every where I turn I see
the same figure her bloodless arms and relaxed form flung by the murderer on
its bridal bier Could I behold this and live Alas life is obstinate and
clings closest where it is most hated For a moment only did I lose
recollection I fell senseless on the ground
When I recovered I found myself surrounded by the people of the inn their
countenances expressed a breathless terror but the horror of others appeared
only as a mockery a shadow of the feelings that oppressed me I escaped from
them to the room where lay the body of Elizabeth my love my wife so lately
living so dear so worthy She had been moved from the posture in which I had
first beheld her and now as she lay her head upon her arm and a handkerchief
thrown across her face and neck I might have supposed her asleep I rushed
towards her and embraced her with ardour but the deadly languor and coldness
of the limbs told me that what I now held in my arms had ceased to be the
Elizabeth whom I had loved and cherished The murderous mark of the fiends
grasp was on her neck and the breath had ceased to issue from her lips
While I still hung over her in the agony of despair I happened to look up
The windows of the room had before been darkened and I felt a kind of panic on
seeing the pale yellow light of the moon illuminate the chamber The shutters
had been thrown back and with a sensation of horror not to be described I saw
at the open window a figure the most hideous and abhorred A grin was on the
face of the monster he seemed to jeer as with his fiendish finger he pointed
towards the corpse of my wife I rushed towards the window and drawing a pistol
from my bosom fired but he eluded me leaped from his station and running
with the swiftness of lightning plunged into the lake
The report of the pistol brought a crowd into the room I pointed to the
spot where he had disappeared and we followed the track with boats nets were
cast but in vain After passing several hours we returned hopeless most of my
companions believing it to have been a form conjured up by my fancy After
having landed they proceeded to search the country parties going in different
directions among the woods and vines
I attempted to accompany them and proceeded a short distance from the
house but my head whirled round my steps were like those of a drunken man I
fell at last in a state of utter exhaustion a film covered my eyes and my skin
was parched with the heat of fever In this state I was carried back and placed
on a bed hardly conscious of what had happened my eyes wandered round the
room as if to seek something that I had lost
After an interval I arose and as if by instinct crawled into the room
where the corpse of my beloved lay There were women weeping around I hung
over it and joined my sad tears to theirs all this time no distinct idea
presented itself to my mind but my thoughts rambled to various subjects
reflecting confusedly on my misfortunes and their cause I was bewildered in a
cloud of wonder and horror The death of William the execution of Justine the
murder of Clerval and lastly of my wife even at that moment I knew not that my
only remaining friends were safe from the malignity of the fiend my father even
now might be writhing under his grasp and Ernest might be dead at his feet
This idea made me shudder and recalled me to action I started up and resolved
to return to Geneva with all possible speed
There were no horses to be procured and I must return by the lake but the
wind was unfavourable and the rain fell in torrents However it was hardly
morning and I might reasonably hope to arrive by night I hired men to row and
took an oar myself for I had always experienced relief from mental torment in
bodily exercise But the overflowing misery I now felt and the excess of
agitation that I endured rendered me incapable of any exertion I threw down
the oar and leaning my head upon my hands gave way to every gloomy idea that
arose If I looked up I saw the scenes which were familiar to me in my happier
time and which I had contemplated but the day before in the company of her who
was now but a shadow and a recollection Tears streamed from my eyes The rain
had ceased for a moment and I saw the fish play in the waters as they had done
a few hours before they had then been observed by Elizabeth Nothing is so
painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change The sun might shine or
the clouds might lower but nothing could appear to me as it had done the day
before A fiend had snatched from me every hope of future happiness no creature
had ever been so miserable as I was so frightful an event is single in the
history of man
But why should I dwell upon the incidents that followed this last
overwhelming event Mine has been a tale of horrors I have reached their acme
and what I must now relate can but be tedious to you Know that one by one my
friends were snatched away I was left desolate My own strength is exhausted
and I must tell in a few words what remains of my hideous narration
I arrived at Geneva My father and Ernest yet lived but the former sunk
under the tidings that I bore I see him now excellent and venerable old man
his eyes wandered in vacancy for they had lost their charm and their delight
his Elizabeth his more than daughter whom he doated on with all that affection
which a man feels who in the decline of life having few affections clings
more earnestly to those that remain Cursed cursed be the fiend that brought
misery on his grey hairs and doomed him to waste in wretchedness He could not
live under the horrors that were accumulated around him the springs of
existence suddenly gave way he was unable to rise from his bed and in a few
days he died in my arms
What then became of me I know not I lost sensation and chains and
darkness were the only objects that pressed upon me Sometimes indeed I dreamt
that I wandered in flowery meadows and pleasant vales with the friends of my
youth but I awoke and found myself in a dungeon Melancholy followed but by
degrees I gained a clear conception of my miseries and situation and was then
released from my prison For they had called me mad and during many months as
I understood a solitary cell had been my habitation
Liberty however had been an useless gift to me had I not as I awakened
to reason at the same time awakened to revenge As the memory of past
misfortunes pressed upon me I began to reflect on their cause the monster
whom I had created the miserable dæmon whom I had sent abroad into the world
for my destruction I was possessed by a maddening rage when I thought of him
and desired and ardently prayed that I might have him within my grasp to wreak a
great and signal revenge on his cursed head
Nor did my hate long confine itself to useless wishes I began to reflect on
the best means of securing him and for this purpose about a month after my
release I repaired to a criminal judge in the town and told him that I had an
accusation to make that I knew the destroyer of my family and that I required
him to exert his whole authority for the apprehension of the murderer
The magistrate listened to me with attention and kindness »Be assured
sir« said he »no pains or exertions on my part shall be spared to discover the
villain«
»I thank you« replied I »listen therefore to the deposition that I have
to make It is indeed a tale so strange that I should fear you would not credit
it were there not something in truth which however wonderful forces
conviction The story is too connected to be mistaken for a dream and I have no
motive for falsehood« My manner as I thus addressed him was impressive but
calm I had formed in my own heart a resolution to pursue my destroyer to death
and this purpose quieted my agony and for an interval reconciled me to life I
now related my history briefly but with firmness and precision marking the
dates with accuracy and never deviating into invective or exclamation
The magistrate appeared at first perfectly incredulous but as I continued
he became more attentive and interested I saw him sometimes shudder with
horror at others a lively surprise unmingled with disbelief was painted on
his countenance
When I had concluded my narration I said »This is the being whom I accuse
and for whose seizure and punishment I call upon you to exert your whole power
It is your duty as a magistrate and I believe and hope that your feelings as a
man will not revolt from the execution of those functions on this occasion«
This address caused a considerable change in the physiognomy of my own
auditor He had heard my story with that half kind of belief that is given to a
tale of spirits and supernatural events but when he was called upon to act
officially in consequence the whole tide of his incredulity returned He
however answered mildly »I would willingly afford you every aid in your
pursuit but the creature of whom you speak appears to have powers which would
put all my exertions to defiance Who can follow an animal which can traverse
the sea of ice and inhabit caves and dens where no man would venture to
intrude Besides some months have elapsed since the commission of his crimes
and no one can conjecture to what place he has wandered or what region he may
now inhabit«
»I do not doubt that he hovers near the spot which I inhabit and if he has
indeed taken refuge in the Alps he may be hunted like the chamois and
destroyed as a beast of prey But I perceive your thoughts you do not credit my
narrative and do not intend to pursue my enemy with the punishment which is his
desert«
As I spoke rage sparkled in my eyes the magistrate was intimidated »You
are mistaken« said he »I will exert myself and if it is in my power to seize
the monster be assured that he shall suffer punishment proportionate to his
crimes But I fear from what you have yourself described to be his properties
that this will prove impracticable and thus while every proper measure is
pursued you should make up your mind to disappointment«
»That cannot be but all that I can say will be of little avail My revenge
is of no moment to you yet while I allow it to be a vice I confess that it is
the devouring and only passion of my soul My rage is unspeakable when I
reflect that the murderer whom I have turned loose upon society still exists
You refuse my just demand I have but one resource and I devote myself either
in my life or death to his destruction«
I trembled with excess of agitation as I said this there was a frenzy in my
manner and something I doubt not of that haughty fierceness which the martyrs
of old are said to have possessed But to a Genevan magistrate whose mind was
occupied by far other ideas than those of devotion and heroism this elevation
of mind had much the appearance of madness He endeavoured to soothe me as a
nurse does a child and reverted to my tale as the effects of delirium
»Man« I cried »how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom Cease you
know not what it is you say«
I broke from the house angry and disturbed and retired to meditate on some
other mode of action
Chapter XXIV
My present situation was one in which all voluntary thought was swallowed up and
lost I was hurried away by fury revenge alone endowed me with strength and
composure it moulded my feelings and allowed me to be calculating and calm at
periods when otherwise delirium or death would have been my portion
My first resolution was to quit Geneva for ever my country which when I
was happy and beloved was dear to me now in my adversity became hateful I
provided myself with a sum of money together with a few jewels which had
belonged to my mother and departed
And now my wanderings began which are to cease but with life I have
traversed a vast portion of the earth and have endured all the hardships which
travellers in deserts and barbarous countries are wont to meet How I have
lived I hardly know many times have I stretched my failing limbs upon the sandy
plain and prayed for death But revenge kept me alive I dared not die and
leave my adversary in being
When I quitted Geneva my first labour was to gain some clue by which I
might trace the steps of my fiendish enemy But my plan was unsettled and I
wandered many hours round the confines of the town uncertain what path I should
pursue As night approached I found myself at the entrance of the cemetery
where William Elizabeth and my father reposed I entered it and approached
the tomb which marked their graves Every thing was silent except the leaves of
the trees which were gently agitated by the wind the night was nearly dark
and the scene would have been solemn and affecting even to an uninterested
observer The spirits of the departed seemed to flit around and to cast a
shadow which was felt but not seen around the head of the mourner
The deep grief which this scene had at first excited quickly gave way to
rage and despair They were dead and I lived their murderer also lived and to
destroy him I must drag out my weary existence I knelt on the grass and kissed
the earth and with quivering lips exclaimed »By the sacred earth on which I
kneel by the shades that wander near me by the deep and eternal grief that I
feel I swear and by thee O Night and the spirits that preside over thee to
pursue the dæmon who caused this misery until he or I shall perish in mortal
conflict For this purpose I will preserve my life to execute this dear
revenge will I again behold the sun and tread the green herbage of earth
which otherwise should vanish from my eyes for ever And I call on you spirits
of the dead and on you wandering ministers of vengeance to aid and conduct me
in my work Let the cursed and hellish monster drink deep of agony let him feel
the despair that now torments me«
I had begun my adjuration with solemnity and an awe which almost assured me
that the shades of my murdered friends heard and approved my devotion but the
furies possessed me as I concluded and rage choked my utterance
I was answered through the stillness of night by a loud and fiendish laugh
It rung on my ears long and heavily the mountains reechoed it and I felt as
if all hell surrounded me with mockery and laughter Surely in that moment I
should have been possessed by frenzy and have destroyed my miserable existence
but that my vow was heard and that I was reserved for vengeance The laughter
died away when a wellknown and abhorred voice apparently close to my ear
addressed me in an audible whisper »I am satisfied miserable wretch you have
determined to live and I am satisfied«
I darted towards the spot from which the sound proceeded but the devil
eluded my grasp Suddenly the broad disk of the moon arose and shone full upon
his ghastly and distorted shape as he fled with more than mortal speed
I pursued him and for many months this has been my task Guided by a slight
clue I followed the windings of the Rhone but vainly The blue Mediterranean
appeared and by a strange chance I saw the fiend enter by night and hide
himself in a vessel bound for the Black Sea I took my passage in the same ship
but he escaped I know not how
Amidst the wilds of Tartary and Russia although he still evaded me I have
ever followed in his track Sometimes the peasants scared by this horrid
apparition informed me of his path sometimes he himself who feared that if I
lost all trace of him I should despair and die left some mark to guide me The
snows descended on my head and I saw the print of his huge step on the white
plain To you first entering on life to whom care is new and agony unknown
how can you understand what I have felt and still feel Cold want and
fatigue were the least pains which I was destined to endure I was cursed by
some devil and carried about with me my eternal hell yet still a spirit of
good followed and directed my steps and when I most murmured would suddenly
extricate me from seemingly insurmountable difficulties Sometimes when nature
overcome by hunger sunk under the exhaustion a repast was prepared for me in
the desert that restored and inspirited me The fare was indeed coarse such
as the peasants of the country ate but I will not doubt that it was set there
by the spirits that I had invoked to aid me Often when all was dry the
heavens cloudless and I was parched by thirst a slight cloud would bedim the
sky shed the few drops that revived me and vanish
I followed when I could the courses of the rivers but the dæmon generally
avoided these as it was here that the population of the country chiefly
collected In other places human beings were seldom seen and I generally
subsisted on the wild animals that crossed my path I had money with me and
gained the friendship of the villagers by distributing it or I brought with me
some food that I had killed which after taking a small part I always
presented to those who had provided me with fire and utensils for cooking
My life as it passed thus was indeed hateful to me and it was during
sleep alone that I could taste joy O blessed sleep often when most miserable
I sank to repose and my dreams lulled me even to rapture The spirits that
guarded me had provided these moments or rather hours of happiness that I
might retain strength to fulfil my pilgrimage Deprived of this respite I
should have sunk under my hardships During the day I was sustained and
inspirited by the hope of night for in sleep I saw my friends my wife and my
beloved country again I saw the benevolent countenance of my father heard the
silver tones of my Elizabeths voice and beheld Clerval enjoying health and
youth Often when wearied by a toilsome march I persuaded myself that I was
dreaming until night should come and that I should then enjoy reality in the
arms of my dearest friends What agonising fondness did I feel for them how did
I cling to their dear forms as sometimes they haunted even my waking hours and
persuade myself that they still lived At such moments vengeance that burned
within me died in my heart and I pursued my path towards the destruction of
the dæmon more as a task enjoined by heaven as the mechanical impulse of some
power of which I was unconscious than as the ardent desire of my soul
What his feelings were whom I pursued I cannot know Sometimes indeed he
left marks in writing on the barks of the trees or cut in stone that guided
me and instigated my fury »My reign is not yet over« these words were
legible in one of these inscriptions »you live and my power is complete
Follow me I seek the everlasting ices of the north where you will feel the
misery of cold and frost to which I am impassive You will find near this
place if you follow not too tardily a dead hare eat and be refreshed Come
on my enemy we have yet to wrestle for our lives but many hard and miserable
hours must you endure until that period shall arrive«
Scoffing devil Again do I vow vengeance again do I devote thee miserable
fiend to torture and death Never will I give up my search until he or I
perish and then with what ecstasy shall I join my Elizabeth and my departed
friends who even now prepare for me the reward of my tedious toil and horrible
pilgrimage
As I still pursued my journey to the northward the snows thickened and the
cold increased in a degree almost too severe to support The peasants were shut
up in their hovels and only a few of the most hardy ventured forth to seize the
animals whom starvation had forced from their hidingplaces to seek for prey
The rivers were covered with ice and no fish could be procured and thus I was
cut off from my chief article of maintenance
The triumph of my enemy increased with the difficulty of my labours One
inscription that he left was in these words »Prepare your toils only begin
wrap yourself in furs and provide food for we shall soon enter upon a journey
where your sufferings will satisfy my everlasting hatred«
My courage and perseverance were invigorated by these scoffing words I
resolved not to fail in my purpose and calling on Heaven to support me I
continued with unabated fervour to traverse immense deserts until the ocean
appeared at a distance and formed the utmost boundary of the horizon Oh how
unlike it was to the blue seas of the south Covered with ice it was only to be
distinguished from land by its superior wildness and ruggedness The Greeks wept
for joy when they beheld the Mediterranean from the hills of Asia and hailed
with rapture the boundary of their toils I did not weep but I knelt down and
with a full heart thanked my guiding spirit for conducting me in safety to the
place where I hoped notwithstanding my adversarys gibe to meet and grapple
with him
Some weeks before this period I had procured a sledge and dogs and thus
traversed the snows with inconceivable speed I know not whether the fiend
possessed the same advantages but I found that as before I had daily lost
ground in the pursuit I now gained on him so much so that when I first saw
the ocean he was but one days journey in advance and I hoped to intercept him
before he should reach the beach With new courage therefore I pressed on and
in two days arrived at a wretched hamlet on the seashore I enquired of the
inhabitants concerning the fiend and gained accurate information A gigantic
monster they said had arrived the night before armed with a gun and many
pistols putting to flight the inhabitants of a solitary cottage through fear
of his terrific appearance He had carried off their store of winter food and
placing it in a sledge to draw which he had seized on a numerous drove of
trained dogs he had harnessed them and the same night to the joy of the
horrorstruck villagers had pursued his journey across the sea in a direction
that led to no land and they conjectured that he must speedily be destroyed by
the breaking of the ice or frozen by the eternal frosts
On hearing this information I suffered a temporary access of despair He
had escaped me and I must commence a destructive and almost endless journey
across the mountainous ices of the ocean amidst cold that few of the
inhabitants could long endure and which I the native of a genial and sunny
climate could not hope to survive Yet at the idea that the fiend should live
and be triumphant my rage and vengeance returned and like a mighty tide
overwhelmed every other feeling After a slight repose during which the spirits
of the dead hovered round and instigated me to toil and revenge I prepared for
my journey
I exchanged my landsledge for one fashioned for the inequalities of the
Frozen Ocean and purchasing a plentiful stock of provisions I departed from
land
I cannot guess how many days have passed since then but I have endured
misery which nothing but the eternal sentiment of a just retribution burning
within my heart could have enabled me to support Immense and rugged mountains
of ice often barred up my passage and I often heard the thunder of the ground
sea which threatened my destruction But again the frost came and made the
paths of the sea secure
By the quantity of provision which I had consumed I should guess that I had
passed three weeks in this journey and the continual protraction of hope
returning back upon the heart often wrung bitter drops of despondency and grief
from my eyes Despair had indeed almost secured her prey and I should soon have
sunk beneath this misery Once after the poor animals that conveyed me had with
incredible toil gained the summit of a sloping icemountain and one sinking
under his fatigue died I viewed the expanse before me with anguish when
suddenly my eye caught a dark speck upon the dusky plain I strained my sight to
discover what it could be and uttered a wild cry of ecstasy when I
distinguished a sledge and the distorted proportions of a wellknown form
within Oh with what a burning gush did hope revisit my heart warm tears
filled my eyes which I hastily wiped away that they might not intercept the
view I had of the dæmon but still my sight was dimmed by the burning drops
until giving way to the emotions that oppressed me I wept aloud
But this was not the time for delay I disencumbered the dogs of their dead
companion gave them a plentiful portion of food and after an hours rest
which was absolutely necessary and yet which was bitterly irksome to me I
continued my route The sledge was still visible nor did I again lose sight of
it except at the moments when for a short time some icerock concealed it with
its intervening crags I indeed perceptibly gained on it and when after nearly
two days journey I beheld my enemy at no more than a mile distant my heart
bounded within me
But now when I appeared almost within grasp of my foe my hopes were
suddenly extinguished and I lost all traces of him more utterly than I had ever
done before A ground sea was heard the thunder of its progress as the waters
rolled and swelled beneath me became every moment more ominous and terrific I
pressed on but in vain The wind arose the sea roared and as with the mighty
shock of an earthquake it split and cracked with a tremendous and overwhelming
sound The work was soon finished in a few minutes a tumultuous sea rolled
between me and my enemy and I was left drifting on a scattered piece of ice
that was continually lessening and thus preparing for me a hideous death
In this manner many appalling hours passed several of my dogs died and I
myself was about to sink under the accumulation of distress when I saw your
vessel riding at anchor and holding forth to me hopes of succour and life I
had no conception that vessels ever came so far north and was astounded at the
sight I quickly destroyed part of my sledge to construct oars and by these
means was enabled with infinite fatigue to move my iceraft in the direction
of your ship I had determined if you were going southward still to trust
myself to the mercy of the seas rather than abandon my purpose I hoped to
induce you to grant me a boat with which I could pursue my enemy But your
direction was northward You took me on board when my vigour was exhausted and
I should soon have sunk under my multiplied hardships into a death which I still
dread for my task is unfulfilled
Oh when will my guiding spirit in conducting me to the dæmon allow me the
rest I so much desire or must I die and he yet live If I do swear to me
Walton that he shall not escape that you will seek him and satisfy my
vengeance in his death And do I dare to ask of you to undertake my pilgrimage
to endure the hardships that I have undergone No I am not so selfish Yet
when I am dead if he should appear if the ministers of vengeance should
conduct him to you swear that he shall not live swear that he shall not
triumph over my accumulated woes and survive to add to the list of his dark
crimes He is eloquent and persuasive and once his words had even power over my
heart but trust him not His soul is as hellish as his form full of treachery
and fiendlike malice Hear him not call on the manes of William Justine
Clerval Elizabeth my father and of the wretched Victor and thrust your sword
into his heart I will hover near and direct the steel aright
Walton in continuation
August 26th 17
You have read this strange and terrific story Margaret and do you not
feel your blood congeal with horror like that which even now curdles
mine Sometimes seized with sudden agony he could not continue his
tale at others his voice broken yet piercing uttered with difficulty
the words so replete with anguish His fine and lovely eyes were now
lighted up with indignation now subdued to downcast sorrow and
quenched in infinite wretchedness Sometimes he commanded his
countenance and tones and related the most horrible incidents with a
tranquil voice suppressing every mark of agitation then like a
volcano bursting forth his face would suddenly change to an expression
of the wildest rage as he shrieked out imprecations on his persecutor
His tale is connected and told with an appearance of the simplest
truth yet I own to you that the letters of Felix and Safie which he
showed me and the apparition of the monster seen from our ship brought
to me a greater conviction of the truth of his narrative than his
asseverations however earnest and connected Such a monster has then
really existence I cannot doubt it yet I am lost in surprise and
admiration Sometimes I endeavoured to gain from Frankenstein the
particulars of his creatures formation but on this point he was
impenetrable
»Are you mad my friend« said he »or whither does your senseless
curiosity lead you Would you also create for yourself and the world a
demoniacal enemy Peace peace learn my miseries and do not seek to
increase your own«
Frankenstein discovered that I made notes concerning his history he
asked to see them and then himself corrected and augmented them in many
places but principally in giving the life and spirit to the
conversations he held with his enemy »Since you have preserved my
narration« said he »I would not that a mutilated one should go down to
posterity«
Thus has a week passed away while I have listened to the strangest
tale that ever imagination formed My thoughts and every feeling of my
soul have been drunk up by the interest for my guest which this tale
and his own elevated and gentle manners have created I wish to soothe
him yet can I counsel one so infinitely miserable so destitute of
every hope of consolation to live Oh no the only joy that he can now
know will be when he composes his shattered spirit to peace and death
Yet he enjoys one comfort the offspring of solitude and delirium he
believes that when in dreams he holds converse with his friends and
derives from that communion consolation for his miseries or excitements
to his vengeance that they are not the creations of his fancy but the
beings themselves who visit him from the regions of a remote world This
faith gives a solemnity to his reveries that render them to me almost as
imposing and interesting as truth
Our conversations are not always confined to his own history and
misfortunes On every point of general literature he displays unbounded
knowledge and a quick and piercing apprehension His eloquence is
forcible and touching nor can I hear him when he relates a pathetic
incident or endeavours to move the passions of pity or love without
tears What a glorious creature must he have been in the days of his
prosperity when he is thus noble and godlike in ruin He seems to feel
his own worth and the greatness of his fall
»When younger« said he »I believed myself destined for some great
enterprise My feelings are profound but I possessed a coolness of
judgment that fitted me for illustrious achievements This sentiment of
the worth of my nature supported me when others would have been
oppressed for I deemed it criminal to throw away in useless grief those
talents that might be useful to my fellowcreatures When I reflected on
the work I had completed no less a one than the creation of a sensitive
and rational animal I could not rank myself with the herd of common
projectors But this thought which supported me in the commencement of
my career now serves only to plunge me lower in the dust All my
speculations and hopes are as nothing and like the archangel who
aspired to omnipotence I am chained in an eternal hell My imagination
was vivid yet my powers of analysis and application were intense by
the union of these qualities I conceived the idea and executed the
creation of a man Even now I cannot recollect without passion my
reveries while the work was incomplete I trod heaven in my thoughts
now exulting in my powers now burning with the idea of their effects
From my infancy I was imbued with high hopes and a lofty ambition but
how am I sunk Oh my friend if you had known me as I once was you
would not recognise me in this state of degradation Despondency rarely
visited my heart a high destiny seemed to bear me on until I fell
never never again to rise«
Must I then lose this admirable being I have longed for a friend I
have sought one who would sympathise with and love me Behold on these
desert seas I have found such a one but I fear I have gained him only
to know his value and lose him I would reconcile him to life but he
repulses the idea
»I thank you Walton« he said »for your kind intentions towards so
miserable a wretch but when you speak of new ties and fresh
affections think you that any can replace those who are gone Can any
man be to me as Clerval was or any woman another Elizabeth Even where
the affections are not strongly moved by any superior excellence the
companions of our childhood always possess a certain power over our
minds which hardly any later friend can obtain They know our infantine
dispositions which however they may be afterwards modified are never
eradicated and they can judge of our actions with more certain
conclusions as to the integrity of our motives A sister or a brother
can never unless indeed such symptoms have been shown early suspect
the other of fraud or false dealing when another friend however
strongly he may be attached may in spite of himself be contemplated
with suspicion But I enjoyed friends dear not only through habit and
association but from their own merits and wherever I am the soothing
voice of my Elizabeth and the conversation of Clerval will be ever
whispered in my ear They are dead and but one feeling in such a
solitude can persuade me to preserve my life If I were engaged in any
high undertaking or design fraught with extensive utility to my fellow
creatures then could I live to fulfil it But such is not my destiny I
must pursue and destroy the being to whom I gave existence then my lot
on earth will be fulfilled and I may die«
September 2d
My beloved Sister
I write to you encompassed by peril and ignorant whether I am ever
doomed to see again dear England and the dearer friends that inhabit
it I am surrounded by mountains of ice which admit of no escape and
threaten every moment to crush my vessel The brave fellows whom I have
persuaded to be my companions look towards me for aid but I have none
to bestow There is something terribly appalling in our situation yet
my courage and hopes do not desert me Yet it is terrible to reflect
that the lives of all these men are endangered through me If we are
lost my mad schemes are the cause
And what Margaret will be the state of your mind You will not
hear of my destruction and you will anxiously await my return Years
will pass and you will have visitings of despair and yet be tortured
by hope Oh my beloved sister the sickening failing of your heartfelt
expectations is in prospect more terrible to me than my own death But
you have a husband and lovely children you may be happy Heaven bless
you and make you so
My unfortunate guest regards me with the tenderest compassion He
endeavours to fill me with hope and talks as if life were a possession
which he valued He reminds me how often the same accidents have
happened to other navigators who have attempted this sea and in spite
of myself he fills me with cheerful auguries Even the sailors feel the
power of his eloquence when he speaks they no longer despair he
rouses their energies and while they hear his voice they believe
these vast mountains of ice are molehills which will vanish before the
resolutions of man These feelings are transitory each day of
expectation delayed fills them with fear and I almost dread a mutiny
caused by this despair
September 5th
A scene has just passed of such uncommon interest that although it is
highly probable that these papers may never reach you yet I cannot
forbear recording it
We are still surrounded by mountains of ice still in imminent
danger of being crushed in their conflict The cold is excessive and
many of my unfortunate comrades have already found a grave amidst this
scene of desolation Frankenstein has daily declined in health a
feverish fire still glimmers in his eyes but he is exhausted and when
suddenly roused to any exertion he speedily sinks again into apparent
lifelessness
I mentioned in my last letter the fears I entertained of a mutiny
This morning as I sat watching the wan countenance of my friend his
eyes half closed and his limbs hanging listlessly I was roused by
half a dozen of the sailors who demanded admission into the cabin They
entered and their leader addressed me He told me that he and his
companions had been chosen by the other sailors to come in deputation to
me to make me a requisition which in justice I could not refuse We
were immured in ice and should probably never escape but they feared
that if as was possible the ice should dissipate and a free passage
be opened I should be rash enough to continue my voyage and lead them
into fresh dangers after they might happily have surmounted this They
insisted therefore that I should engage with a solemn promise that if
the vessel should be freed I would instantly direct my course southward
This speech troubled me I had not despaired nor had I yet
conceived the idea of returning if set free Yet could I in justice
or even in possibility refuse this demand I hesitated before I
answered when Frankenstein who had at first been silent and indeed
appeared hardly to have force enough to attend now roused himself his
eyes sparkled and his cheeks flushed with momentary vigour Turning
towards the men he said
»What do you mean What do you demand of your captain Are you then
so easily turned from your design Did you not call this a glorious
expedition And wherefore was it glorious Not because the way was
smooth and placid as a southern sea but because it was full of dangers
and terror because at every new incident your fortitude was to be
called forth and your courage exhibited because danger and death
surrounded it and these you were to brave and overcome For this was it
a glorious for this was it an honourable undertaking You were
hereafter to be hailed as the benefactors of your species your names
adored as belonging to brave men who encountered death for honour and
the benefit of mankind And now behold with the first imagination of
danger or if you will the first mighty and terrific trial of your
courage you shrink away and are content to be handed down as men who
had not strength enough to endure cold and peril and so poor souls
they were chilly and returned to their warm firesides Why that
requires not this preparation ye need not have come thus far and
dragged your captain to the shame of a defeat merely to prove
yourselves cowards Oh be men or be more than men Be steady to your
purposes and firm as a rock This ice is not made of such stuff as your
hearts may be it is mutable and cannot withstand you if you say that
it shall not Do not return to your families with the stigma of disgrace
marked on your brows Return as heroes who have fought and conquered
and who know not what it is to turn their backs on the foe«
He spoke this with a voice so modulated to the different feelings
expressed in his speech with an eye so full of lofty design and
heroism that can you wonder that these men were moved They looked at
one another and were unable to reply I spoke I told them to retire
and consider of what had been said that I would not lead them farther
north if they strenuously desired the contrary but that I hoped that
with reflection their courage would return
They retired and I turned towards my friend but he was sunk in
languor and almost deprived of life
How all this will terminate I know not but I had rather die than
return shamefully my purpose unfulfilled Yet I fear such will be my
fate the men unsupported by ideas of glory and honour can never
willingly continue to endure their present hardships
September 7th
The die is cast I have consented to return if we are not destroyed
Thus are my hopes blasted by cowardice and indecision I come back
ignorant and disappointed It requires more philosophy than I possess
to bear this injustice with patience
September 12th
It is past I am returning to England I have lost my hopes of utility
and glory I have lost my friend But I will endeavour to detail these
bitter circumstances to you my dear sister and while I am wafted
towards England and towards you I will not despond
September 9th
The ice began to move and roarings like thunder were heard at a
distance as the islands split and cracked in every direction We were
in the most imminent peril but as we could only remain passive my
chief attention was occupied by my unfortunate guest whose illness
increased in such a degree that he was entirely confined to his bed
The ice cracked behind us and was driven with force towards the north
a breeze sprung from the west and on the 11th the passage towards the
south became perfectly free When the sailors saw this and that their
return to their native country was apparently assured a shout of
tumultuous joy broke from them loud and longcontinued Frankenstein
who was dozing awoke and asked the cause of the tumult »They shout«
I said »because they will soon return to England«
»Do you then really return«
»Alas yes I cannot withstand their demands I cannot lead them unwillingly
to danger and I must return«
»Do so if you will but I will not You may give up your purpose but mine
is assigned to me by Heaven and I dare not I am weak but surely the spirits
who assist my vengeance will endow me with sufficient strength« Saying this he
endeavoured to spring from the bed but the exertion was too great for him he
fell back and fainted
It was long before he was restored and I often thought that life was
entirely extinct At length he opened his eyes he breathed with difficulty and
was unable to speak The surgeon gave him a composing draught and ordered us to
leave him undisturbed In the mean time he told me that my friend had certainly
not many hours to live
His sentence was pronounced and I could only grieve and be patient I sat
by his bed watching him his eyes were closed and I thought he slept but
presently he called to me in a feeble voice and bidding me come near said
»Alas the strength I relied on is gone I feel that I shall soon die and he
my enemy and persecutor may still be in being Think not Walton that in the
last moments of my existence I feel that burning hatred and ardent desire of
revenge I once expressed but I feel myself justified in desiring the death of
my adversary During these last days I have been occupied in examining my past
conduct nor do I find it blameable In a fit of enthusiastic madness I created
a rational creature and was bound towards him to assure as far as was in my
power his happiness and wellbeing This was my duty but there was another
still paramount to that My duties towards the beings of my own species had
greater claims to my attention because they included a greater proportion of
happiness or misery Urged by this view I refused and I did right in refusing
to create a companion for the first creature He showed unparalleled malignity
and selfishness in evil he destroyed my friends he devoted to destruction
beings who possessed exquisite sensations happiness and wisdom nor do I know
where this thirst for vengeance may end Miserable himself that he may render
no other wretched he ought to die The task of his destruction was mine but I
have failed When actuated by selfishness and vicious motives I asked you to
undertake my unfinished work and I renew this request now when I am only
induced by reason and virtue
Yet I cannot ask you to renounce your country and friends to fulfil this
task and now that you are returning to England you will have little chance of
meeting with him But the consideration of these points and the well balancing
of what you may esteem your duties I leave to you my judgment and ideas are
already disturbed by the near approach of death I dare not ask you to do what I
think right for I may still be misled by passion
That he should live to be an instrument of mischief disturbs me in other
respects this hour when I momentarily expect my release is the only happy one
which I have enjoyed for several years The forms of the beloved dead flit
before me and I hasten to their arms Farewell Walton Seek happiness in
tranquillity and avoid ambition even if it be only the apparently innocent one
of distinguishing yourself in science and discoveries Yet why do I say this I
have myself been blasted in these hopes yet another may succeed«
His voice became fainter as he spoke and at length exhausted by his
effort he sunk into silence About half an hour afterwards he attempted again
to speak but was unable he pressed my hand feebly and his eyes closed for
ever while the irradiation of a gentle smile passed away from his lips
Margaret what comment can I make on the untimely extinction of this
glorious spirit What can I say that will enable you to understand the depth of
my sorrow All that I should express would be inadequate and feeble My tears
flow my mind is overshadowed by a cloud of disappointment But I journey
towards England and I may there find consolation
I am interrupted What do these sounds portend It is midnight the breeze
blows fairly and the watch on deck scarcely stir Again there is a sound as of
a human voice but hoarser it comes from the cabin where the remains of
Frankenstein still lie I must arise and examine Good night my sister
Great God what a scene has just take place I am yet dizzy with the
remembrance of it I hardly know whether I shall have the power to detail it
yet the tale which I have recorded would be incomplete without this final and
wonderful catastrophe
I entered the cabin where lay the remains of my illfated and admirable
friend Over him hung a form which I cannot find words to describe gigantic in
stature yet uncouth and distorted in its proportions As he hung over the
coffin his face was concealed by long locks of ragged hair but one vast hand
was extended in colour and apparent texture like that of a mummy When he heard
the sound of my approach he ceased to utter exclamations of grief and horror
and sprung towards the window Never did I behold a vision so horrible as his
face of such loathsome yet appalling hideousness I shut my eyes involuntarily
and endeavoured to recollect what were my duties with regard to this destroyer
I called on him to stay
He paused looking on me with wonder and again turning towards the
lifeless form of his creator he seemed to forget my presence and every feature
and gesture seemed instigated by the wildest rage of some uncontrollable
passion
»That is also my victim« he exclaimed »in his murder my crimes are
consummated the miserable series of my being is wound to its close Oh
Frankenstein generous and selfdevoted being what does it avail that I now ask
thee to pardon me I who irretrievably destroyed thee by destroying all thou
lovedst Alas he is cold he cannot answer me«
His voice seemed suffocated and my first impulses which had suggested to
me the duty of obeying the dying request of my friend in destroying his enemy
were now suspended by a mixture of curiosity and compassion I approached this
tremendous being I dared not again raise my eyes to his face there was
something so scaring and unearthly in his ugliness I attempted to speak but
the words died away on my lips The monster continued to utter wild and
incoherent selfreproaches At length I gathered resolution to address him in a
pause of the tempest of his passion »Your repentance« I said »is now
superfluous If you had listened to the voice of conscience and heeded the
stings of remorse before you had urged your diabolical vengeance to this
extremity Frankenstein would yet have lived«
»And do you dream« said the dæmon »do you think that I was then dead to
agony and remorse He« he continued pointing to the corpse »he suffered not
in the consummation of the deed oh not the tenthousandth portion of the
anguish that was mine during the lingering detail of its execution A frightful
selfishness hurried me on while my heart was poisoned with remorse Think you
that the groans of Clerval were music to my ears My heart was fashioned to be
susceptible of love and sympathy and when wrenched by misery to vice and
hatred it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as
you cannot even imagine
After the murder of Clerval I returned to Switzerland heartbroken and
overcome I pitied Frankenstein my pity amounted to horror I abhorred myself
But when I discovered that he the author at once of my existence and of its
unspeakable torments dared to hope for happiness that while he accumulated
wretchedness and despair upon me he sought his own enjoyment in feelings and
passions from the indulgence of which I was for ever barred then impotent envy
and bitter indignation filled me with an insatiable thirst for vengeance I
recollected my threat and resolved that it should be accomplished I knew that
I was preparing for myself a deadly torture but I was the slave not the
master of an impulse which I detested yet could not disobey Yet when she
died nay then I was not miserable I had cast off all feeling subdued all
anguish to riot in the excess of my despair Evil thenceforth became my good
Urged thus far I had no choice but to adapt my nature to an element which I had
willingly chosen The completion of my demoniacal design became an insatiable
passion And now it is ended there is my last victim«
I was at first touched by the expressions of his misery yet when I called
to mind what Frankenstein had said of his powers of eloquence and persuasion
and when I again cast my eyes on the lifeless form of my friend indignation was
rekindled within me »Wretch« I said »it is well that you come here to whine
over the desolation that you have made You throw a torch into a pile of
buildings and when they are consumed you sit among the ruins and lament the
fall Hypocritical fiend if he whom you mourn still lived still would he be
the object again would he become the prey of your accursed vengeance It is
not pity that you feel you lament only because the victim of your malignity is
withdrawn from your power«
»Oh it is not thus not thus« interrupted the being »yet such must be
the impression conveyed to you by what appears to be the purport of my actions
Yet I seek not a fellowfeeling in my misery No sympathy may I ever find When
I first sought it it was the love of virtue the feelings of happiness and
affection with which my whole being overflowed that I wished to be
participated But now that virtue has become to me a shadow and that happiness
and affection are turned into bitter and loathing despair in what should I seek
for sympathy I am content to suffer alone while my sufferings shall endure
when I die I am well satisfied that abhorrence and opprobrium should load my
memory Once my fancy was soothed with dreams of virtue of fame and of
enjoyment Once I falsely hoped to meet with beings who pardoning my outward
form would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of
unfolding I was nourished with high thoughts of honour and devotion But now
crime has degraded me beneath the meanest animal No guilt no mischief no
malignity no misery can be found comparable to mine When I run over the
frightful catalogue of my sins I cannot believe that I am the same creature
whose thoughts were once filled with sublime and transcendent visions of the
beauty and the majesty of goodness But it is even so the fallen angel becomes
a malignant devil Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates
in his desolation I am alone
You who call Frankenstein your friend seem to have a knowledge of my
crimes and his misfortunes But in the detail which he gave you of them he
could not sum up the hours and months of misery which I endured wasting in
impotent passions For while I destroyed his hopes I did not satisfy my own
desires They were for ever ardent and craving still I desired love and
fellowship and I was still spurned Was there no injustice in this Am I to be
thought the only criminal when all human kind sinned against me Why do you not
hate Felix who drove his friend from his door with contumely Why do you not
execrate the rustic who sought to destroy the saviour of his child Nay these
are virtuous and immaculate beings I the miserable and the abandoned am an
abortion to be spurned at and kicked and trampled on Even now my blood boils
at the recollection of this injustice
But it is true that I am a wretch I have murdered the lovely and the
helpless I have strangled the innocent as they slept and grasped to death his
throat who never injured me or any other living thing I have devoted my
creator the select specimen of all that is worthy of love and admiration among
men to misery I have pursued him even to that irremediable ruin There he
lies white and cold in death You hate me but your abhorrence cannot equal
that with which I regard myself I look on the hands which executed the deed I
think on the heart in which the imagination of it was conceived and long for
the moment when these hands will meet my eyes when that imagination will haunt
my thoughts no more
Fear not that I shall be the instrument of future mischief My work is
nearly complete Neither yours nor any mans death is needed to consummate the
series of my being and accomplish that which must be done but it requires my
own Do not think that I shall be slow to perform this sacrifice I shall quit
your vessel on the iceraft which brought me thither and shall seek the most
northern extremity of the globe I shall collect my funeral pile and consume to
ashes this miserable frame that its remains may afford no light to any curious
and unhallowed wretch who would create such another as I have been I shall
die I shall no longer feel the agonies which now consume me or be the prey of
feelings unsatisfied yet unquenched He is dead who called me into being and
when I shall be no more the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish I
shall no longer see the sun or stars or feel the winds play on my cheeks
Light feeling and sense will pass away and in this condition must I find my
happiness Some years ago when the images which this world affords first opened
upon me when I felt the cheering warmth of summer and heard the rustling of
the leaves and the warbling of the birds and these were all to me I should
have wept to die now it is my only consolation Polluted by crimes and torn by
the bitterest remorse where can I find rest but in death
Farewell I leave you and in you the last of human kind whom these eyes
will ever behold Farewell Frankenstein If thou wert yet alive and yet
cherished a desire of revenge against me it would be better satiated in my life
than in my destruction But it was not so thou didst seek my extinction that I
might not cause greater wretchedness and if yet in some mode unknown to me
thou hadst not ceased to think and feel thou wouldst not desire against me a
vengeance greater than that which I feel Blasted as thou wert my agony was
still superior to thine for the bitter sting of remorse will not cease to
rankle in my wounds until death shall close them for ever
But soon« he cried with sad and solemn enthusiasm »I shall die and what
I now feel be no longer felt Soon these burning miseries will be extinct I
shall ascend my funeral pile triumphantly and exult in the agony of the
torturing flames The light of that conflagration will fade away my ashes will
be swept into the sea by the winds My spirit will sleep in peace or if it
thinks it will not surely think thus Farewell«
He sprung from the cabinwindow as he said this upon the iceraft which
lay close to the vessel He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in
darkness and distance
Notes
1 Coleridges »Ancient Mariner«
2 The moon
3 Wordsworths »Tintern Abbey«