Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1883-10-27
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Strument of mischief disturbs me
In other respects, this hour, when
momentarily expect my release, is
the only happy one which ] have
enjoyed for sew al years. The
forms of the belo d dead fit be-
fore me, and l h9 n to their arms.
Farewell. Waltol Seek happi-
ness in tranquility, Id avoid am
bition, even if it be only the APP
parently innocent one of distin-
gushing yourself in science and
discoveries. Yet why do / say
this? / 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 forever, while
the irradiatiOn of a gentle smile
passed away from his lips.
Margaret, what comment can
make on the untimely extinction of
this glorious spirit What can l
say, that will enable you to under
stand the depth of my sorrow? All
that should express would be in
adequate and feeble. Ny tears
flow; my mind is overshadowed
by cloud of disaPs ointment. But
Tourney toward ns'and, and l
may there find consolation.
L am interrupted. What do those
sounds portend 1t is midnight;
the breeze blows fairly, and the
watch on the 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. l must
arise, and examine. Good night,
my sister.
Great God what scene has Just
taken place; / am yet dizzy with
the remembrance of it. 1 hardly
know whether l shall have the
power TO detail it; yet the tale
which have recorded would be
incomplete without this final ard
wonderful catastrophe.
l entered the cabin, where lay
the remains OF my Inflated and adj
mlrable friend. Over him hung a
form which l cannot find words to
describe; gigantic in stature, yet
uncOuth and distorted in its pro-
portions. AS he hung over the cof- |
fin, his face was concealed by long
locks of ragged hair; but one vast |
hand was extended, in color and |
apparent texture like that of a num-
my. When he heard the sound of
my approach, he ceased to utter ex-
CARNATIONS of grief and horror, and
sprung toward the window. Never
did behold a vision so horrible as
b 10 of |
palling hideOusneSs. l shut my
eyes invoIuntarily, and endeavored
to recOllect what were my duties
called on him to stay.
He paused, looking on me with
wonder; and, again turning toward
the lifeless form of his creator, he
seemed to forget my presence, and
instigated by the widest rage of
some uncomfortable passion.
"That is also my victim" ne eX-
claimed; in his murder my crimes
are consumated the miserable Sc
ries of my being is wound to its
close! D Frankenstein generous
and selfdevoted beingI what does
it avail that now ask thee to par
don me? l, who irretrievably de
strOyed thee by destroying all thou
lovedst. Alas! he is cold, he may
not answer me-"
His voice seemed suffOcated, and
my first impulses, which had sug-
gested to me the duty of Obeying
the dying request OF my friend, in
destroying his enemy, were now
suspended by a mixture of curiOsi-
ty and compassion. l approached
this tremendous being; dared not
again raise my looks to his face,
there was something so soaring and
unearthly in his ugliness. | at
tempted to speak, but the words
died on my lips. The monster con-
tinued to utter wild and incOherent
self-reproaches. At length l gath
cred resolution to Address him, in
a pause of the tempest of his pas
sion; "YOur repentance" l said,
"is now superfluous. If you had
listened to the voice of conscience,
and needed the stings of remOrse,
before you had urged your diabOli-
cal vengeance to this extremity,
Frankenstein would yet have
lived"
Sand do you DREAM" said the
demon, "do you think that l was
then dead to agony and remOrse?
He," he continued, pointing to the
corpse, che suffered not more in
the cOnsumation of the deed; oh
not the ten-thOusandth 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 we that the
grOdns of Clerval were music to my
ears? My heart was fashioned to
be susceptible of love and sympa-
thy; and, when wrenched by mis-
cry 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 Clervat, l
returned to Switzerland, heart bro
ken and overcome, / pitied Frank
enstein; my pity amounted to hor-
ror; | abhOrred myself. But when
/ discovered that he, the author at
once of nv existence and of its I'M
speakable tOrments, dared to hope
for happiness that while he accu-
INFLATED Indebtedness and despair
upon me, he sought his own enjoy
ment in feelings and passions from
the indulgence of which l was for
ever barred, then Omnipotent envy
and bitter Indignation filled me
with an Unsuitable thirst for venge-
ance. i recOllected my threat, and
resolved that it should be accom-
plished. | knew that / was pre-
pairing for myself deadly torture /;
but | was the slave, not the master,
of an impulse which | detested, yet ,
could not disobey. Yet when she
died may then 1 was not misera-
bic. | had cast off all feeling, sub
dued ali anguish, TO riot in the eX- {
cess of my despair. Evil thence :
forth became my good. Urged ,
thus far, | had no choice but to :
adapt my nature to an element |
which l had willingly chosen. The {
completion OF my demoniacal de-
sign became an insatible passion.
And now it is ended; there is my {
last victim ~
/ was at first touched by the ex-
preston of his misery; yet when l
called to mind what Frankenstein
had said of his powers of eloquence
and persuasion, and when | again !