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1"I will not attempt to console you; but will simply relate the circumstances of the transaction. "Last Thursday (May
27th), I, my niece, and your two brothers, went to walk in Plainpalais. The evening was warm and serene, and we prolonged
3our walk farther than usual. It was already dusk before we thought of returning; and then we discovered that William and
4Ernest, who had gone on before, were not to be found. We accordingly rested on a seat until they should return.
5Presently Ernest came, and enquired if we had seen his brother; he said, that he had been playing with him, that William
6had run away to hide himself, and that he vainly sought for him, and afterwards waited for a long time, but that he did
7not return. "This account rather alarmed us, and we continued to search for him until night fell, when Elizabeth
8conjectured that he might have returned to the house. He was not there. We returned again, with torches; for I could not
9rest, when I thought that my sweet boy had lost himself, and was exposed to all the damps and dews of night; Elizabeth
10also suffered extreme anguish. About five in the morning I discovered my lovely boy, whom the night before I had seen
11blooming and active in health, stretched on the grass livid and motionless; the print of the murder's finger was on his
12neck. "He was conveyed home, and the anguish that was visible in my countenance betrayed the secret to Elizabeth. She
13was very earnest to see the corpse. At first I attempted to prevent her but she persisted, and entering the room where
14it lay, hastily examined the neck of the victim, and clasping her hands exclaimed, 'O God! I have murdered my darling
15child!' "She fainted, and was restored with extreme difficulty. When she again lived, it was only to weep and sigh. She
16told me, that that same evening William had teased her to let him wear a very valuable miniature that she possessed of
17your mother. This picture is gone, and was doubtless the temptation which urged the murderer to the deed. We have no
18trace of him at present, although our exertions to discover him are unremitted; but they will not restore my beloved
19William! "Come, dearest Victor; you alone can console Elizabeth. She weeps continually, and accuses herself unjustly as
20the cause of his death; her words pierce my heart. We are all unhappy; but will not that be an additional motive for
21you, my son, to return and be our comforter? Your dear mother! Alas, Victor! I now say, Thank God she did not live to
22witness the cruel, miserable death of her youngest darling! "Come, Victor; not brooding thoughts of vengeance against
23the assassin, but with feelings of peace and gentleness, that will heal, instead of festering, the wounds of our minds.
24Enter the house of mourning, my friend, but with kindness and affection for those who love you, and not with hatred for
25your enemies. "Your affectionate and afflicted father, "Alphonse Frankenstein. "Geneva, May 12th, 17--." Clerval, who
26had watched my countenance as I read this letter, was surprised to observe the despair that succeeded the joy I at first
27expressed on receiving news from my friends. I threw the letter on the table, and covered my face with my hands. "My
28dear Frankenstein," exclaimed Henry, when he perceived me weep with bitterness, "are you always to be unhappy? My dear
29friend, what has happened?" I motioned him to take up the letter, while I walked up and down the room in the extremest
30agitation. Tears also gushed from the eyes of Clerval, as he read the account of my misfortune. "I can offer you no
31consolation, my friend," said he; "your disaster is irreparable. What do you intend to do?" "To go instantly to Geneva:
32come with me, Henry, to order the horses." During our walk, Clerval endeavoured to say a few words of consolation; he
33could only express his heartfelt sympathy. "Poor William!" said he, "dear lovely child, he now sleeps with his angel
34mother! Who that had seen him bright and joyous in his young beauty, but must weep over his untimely loss! To die so
35miserably; to feel the murderer's grasp! How much more a murdered that could destroy radiant innocence! Poor little
36fellow! one only consolation have we; his friends mourn and weep, but he is at rest. The pang is over, his sufferings
37are 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
38must reserve that for his miserable survivors." Clerval spoke thus as we hurried through the streets; the words
39impressed themselves on my mind and I remembered them afterwards in solitude. But now, as soon as the horses arrived, I
40hurried into a cabriolet, and bade farewell to my friend. My journey was very melancholy. At first I wished to hurry on,
41for I longed to console and sympathise with my loved and sorrowing friends; but when I drew near my native town, I
42slackened my progress. I could hardly sustain the multitude of feelings that crowded into my mind. I passed through
43scenes familiar to my youth, but which I had not seen for nearly six years. How altered every thing might be during that
44time! One sudden and desolating change had taken place; but a thousand little circumstances might have by degrees worked
45other alterations, which, although they were done more tranquilly, might not be the less decisive. Fear overcame me; I
46dared no advance, dreading a thousand nameless evils that made me tremble, although I was unable to define them. I
47remained two days at Lausanne, in this painful state of mind. I contemplated the lake: the waters were placid; all
48around was calm; and the snowy mountains, "the palaces of nature," were not changed. By degrees the calm and heavenly
49scene restored me, and I continued my journey towards Geneva. The road ran by the side of the lake, which became
50narrower as I approached my native town. I discovered more distinctly the black sides of Jura, and the bright summit of
51Mont Blanc. I wept like a child. "Dear mountains! my own beautiful lake! how do you welcome your wanderer? Your summits
52are clear; the sky and lake are blue and placid. Is this to prognosticate peace, or to mock at my unhappiness?" I fear,
53my friend, that I shall render myself tedious by dwelling on these preliminary circumstances; but they were days of
54comparative happiness, and I think of them with pleasure. My country, my beloved country! who but a native can tell the
55delight I took in again beholding thy streams, thy mountains, and, more than all, thy lovely lake! Yet, as I drew nearer
56home, grief and fear again overcame me. Night also closed around; and when I could hardly see the dark mountains, I felt
57still more gloomily. The picture appeared a vast and dim scene of evil, and I foresaw obscurely that I was destined to
58become the most wretched of human beings. Alas! I prophesied truly, and failed only in one single circumstance, that in
59all the misery I imagined and dreaded, I did not conceive the hundredth part of the anguish I was destined to endure. It
60was completely dark when I arrived in the environs of Geneva; the gates of the town were already shut; and I was obliged
61to pass the night at Secheron, a village at the distance of half a league from the city. The sky was serene; and, as I
62was unable to rest, I resolved to visit the spot where my poor William had been murdered. As I could not pass through
63the town, I was obliged to cross the lake in a boat to arrive at Plainpalais. During this short voyage I saw the
64lightning playing on the summit of Mont Blanc in the most beautiful figures. The storm appeared to approach rapidly,
65and, on landing, I ascended a low hill, that I might observe its progress. It advanced; the heavens were clouded, and I
66soon felt the rain coming slowly in large drops, but its violence quickly increased.
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