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1"Your family is perfectly well," said Mr. Kirwin with gentleness; "and someone, a friend, is come to visit you." I know
2not by what chain of thought the idea presented itself, but it instantly darted into my mind that the murderer had come
3to mock at my misery and taunt me with the death of Clerval, as a new incitement for me to comply with his hellish
4desires. I put my hand before my eyes, and cried out in agony, "Oh! Take him away! I cannot see him; for God's sake, do
5not let him enter!" Mr. Kirwin regarded me with a troubled countenance. He could not help regarding my exclamation as a
6presumption of my guilt and said in rather a severe tone, "I should have thought, young man, that the presence of your
7father would have been welcome instead of inspiring such violent repugnance." "My father!" cried I, while every feature
8and every muscle was relaxed from anguish to pleasure. "Is my father indeed come? How kind, how very kind! But where is
9he, why does he not hasten to me?" My change of manner surprised and pleased the magistrate; perhaps he thought that my
10former exclamation was a momentary return of delirium, and now he instantly resumed his former benevolence. He rose and
11quitted the room with my nurse, and in a moment my father entered it. Nothing, at this moment, could have given me
12greater pleasure than the arrival of my father. I stretched out my hand to him and cried, "Are you then safe--and
13Elizabeth--and Ernest?" My father calmed me with assurances of their welfare and endeavoured, by dwelling on these
14subjects so interesting to my heart, to raise my desponding spirits; but he soon felt that a prison cannot be the abode
15of cheerfulness. "What a place is this that you inhabit, my son!" said he, looking mournfully at the barred windows and
16wretched appearance of the room. "You travelled to seek happiness, but a fatality seems to pursue you. And poor
17Clerval--" The name of my unfortunate and murdered friend was an agitation too great to be endured in my weak state; I
18shed tears. "Alas! Yes, my father," replied I; "some destiny of the most horrible kind hangs over me, and I must live to
19fulfil it, or surely I should have died on the coffin of Henry." We were not allowed to converse for any length of time,
20for the precarious state of my health rendered every precaution necessary that could ensure tranquillity. Mr. Kirwin
21came in and insisted that my strength should not be exhausted by too much exertion. But the appearance of my father was
22to me like that of my good angel, and I gradually recovered my health. As my sickness quitted me, I was absorbed by a
23gloomy and black melancholy that nothing could dissipate. The image of Clerval was for ever before me, ghastly and
24murdered. More than once the agitation into which these reflections threw me made my friends dread a dangerous relapse.
25Alas! Why did they preserve so miserable and detested a life? It was surely that I might fulfil my destiny, which is now
26drawing to a close. Soon, oh, very soon, will death extinguish these throbbings and relieve me from the mighty weight of
27anguish that bears me to the dust; and, in executing the award of justice, I shall also sink to rest. Then the
28appearance of death was distant, although the wish was ever present to my thoughts; and I often sat for hours motionless
29and speechless, wishing for some mighty revolution that might bury me and my destroyer in its ruins. The season of the
30assizes approached. I had already been three months in prison, and although I was still weak and in continual danger of
31a relapse, I was obliged to travel nearly a hundred miles to the country town where the court was held. Mr. Kirwin
32charged himself with every care of collecting witnesses and arranging my defence. I was spared the disgrace of appearing
33publicly as a criminal, as the case was not brought before the court that decides on life and death. The grand jury
34rejected the bill, on its being proved that I was on the Orkney Islands at the hour the body of my friend was found; and
35a fortnight after my removal I was liberated from prison. My father was enraptured on finding me freed from the
36vexations of a criminal charge, that I was again allowed to breathe the fresh atmosphere and permitted to return to my
37native country. I did not participate in these feelings, for to me the walls of a dungeon or a palace were alike
38hateful. The cup of life was poisoned for ever, and although the sun shone upon me, as upon the happy and gay of heart,
39I saw around me nothing but a dense and frightful darkness, penetrated by no light but the glimmer of two eyes that
40glared upon me. Sometimes they were the expressive eyes of Henry, languishing in death, the dark orbs nearly covered by
41the lids and the long black lashes that fringed them; sometimes it was the watery, clouded eyes of the monster, as I
42first saw them in my chamber at Ingolstadt. My father tried to awaken in me the feelings of affection. He talked of
43Geneva, which I should soon visit, of Elizabeth and Ernest; but these words only drew deep groans from me. Sometimes,
44indeed, I felt a wish for happiness and thought with melancholy delight of my beloved cousin or longed, with a devouring
45maladie du pays, to see once more the blue lake and rapid Rhone, that had been so dear to me in early childhood; but my
46general state of feeling was a torpor in which a prison was as welcome a residence as the divinest scene in nature; and
47these fits were seldom interrupted but by paroxysms of anguish and despair. At these moments I often endeavoured to put
48an end to the existence I loathed, and it required unceasing attendance and vigilance to restrain me from committing
49some dreadful act of violence. Yet one duty remained to me, the recollection of which finally triumphed over my selfish
50despair. It was necessary that I should return without delay to Geneva, there to watch over the lives of those I so
51fondly loved and to lie in wait for the murderer, that if any chance led me to the place of his concealment, or if he
52dared again to blast me by his presence, I might, with unfailing aim, put an end to the existence of the monstrous image
53which I had endued with the mockery of a soul still more monstrous. My father still desired to delay our departure,
54fearful that I could not sustain the fatigues of a journey, for I was a shattered wreck--the shadow of a human being. My
55strength was gone. I was a mere skeleton, and fever night and day preyed upon my wasted frame. Still, as I urged our
56leaving Ireland with such inquietude and impatience, my father thought it best to yield. We took our passage on board a
57vessel bound for Havre-de-Grace and sailed with a fair wind from the Irish shores. It was midnight. I lay on the deck
58looking at the stars and listening to the dashing of the waves. I hailed the darkness that shut Ireland from my sight,
59and my pulse beat with a feverish joy when I reflected that I should soon see Geneva. The past appeared to me in the
60light of a frightful dream; yet the vessel in which I was, the wind that blew me from the detested shore of Ireland, and
61the sea which surrounded me, told me too forcibly that I was deceived by no vision and that Clerval, my friend and
62dearest companion, had fallen a victim to me and the monster of my creation. I repassed, in my memory, my whole life; my
63quiet happiness while residing with my family in Geneva, the death of my mother, and my departure for Ingolstadt. I
64remembered, shuddering, the mad enthusiasm that hurried me on to the creation of my hideous enemy, and I called to mind
65the night in which he first lived. I was unable to pursue the train of thought; a thousand feelings pressed upon me, and
66I wept bitterly.
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