Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1883-09-08

the blood OF your remaing friends.
'tAbhorred monster tiend thu
thou art the tortues of hell are to
mild vengeance for thy crime
Wretched devil! you reproach m
with your creation; come on thel
that | may extinguish the spar
which l so negligently bestowed.
My rage WAS without bounds;
sprang on him, impelled by all tn
feelings which can arm one bein
against the existence Of another.
lie easily eluded me and said
''Be calm l entreat you to hea
me, before you give to your hatre,
on my devoted head Have / no
suffered enough, that you seek L
increase my misery? Life, al
| though it may be an accumulation
OF anguish, is dear to me, and vii
defend it. Remember, thou has
made me more powerful than thy
self; my height is superior to thine
| my joints more supple. But | viii
not be tempted to set myself in op
position TO thee. ! aIn thy creature
and | will be mild aud docile to my
natural lord and king, if thou viii
also perform thy part, the which
thou oWest me. On, Frankenstein
be not equitable to every other, and
trample upon me alone, to whom
thy justice, ana even thy cleInency
and affection, is most due. Remem-
Der, that am thy creature; ought
to be thy Adam; bat l am rather
the fallen angel, whom thou drivest
from joy for no misdeed. Every
where l see bliss, from which |
alone am irrevocably excluded. /
was benevolent and good; misery
made me tiend. Make Inc hap
Ply, and | shall again be virtuous. +"
"Begone; l will not hear you.
There can be no community be-
tween you and me; we are enc
mics. Begone, or let us try our
strength in fight, III which one
must fall"
''IIoW can / move thee? Will
no entreties cause thee to turn a fa-
vorable eye upon thy creature, who
implores thy goodness and COM
passion? Believe me, Franken-
stein: [ was benevolent my soul
glowed with love and humanity !;
but am [ not alone, miserably
alone? You, my creator, abhOr
me; what hope can l gather from
your fellow creatures, who owe me
nothing? They spurn and hate
me. The desert mountains and
dreary glaciers are my refuge. L
have wandered here many days );
the caves of ice, which | only do
dNunlliy,fr tn,
the only one which man does not
grudge. These bleak skies | hail,
for they are kinder to me than your
fellow beings. II the multitude OF
mankind knew OF my existence,
they would do as you do, and arm
themselves for my destruction.
Shall | not hate them who abhOr
me? l will keep no terms with my
enemies. am miserable and they
shall share my WretchedneSs. Yet
it is in your power to recUmpenSe
me, and deliver them from an evil
which it only remairs 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
be moved, and do not
disdain me. Listen to my tale;
when you have heard that, aban-
donor cOmmiSerate me, as you shall
Judge that | deserve. But hear me.
The guilty are allowed, by human
laws, bloody as they may be, to
speak in their own defense, before
they are condemned. Listen to me,
You accuse me of
and yet you would, with
a satisfied conscience, destroy your
own creature. Oh, praise the eter-
nal justice of man Yet | ask you
not to spare me; listen to me; and
then if you can, and if you VIII, de.
strOy the work Of your hands"
why do you call to nay remem-
brance circumstances Of which |
Shudder to reflect that | have been
the miserable origin and author?
Cursed be the day, abhOrred devil,
in which you first saw light! Ours
ell (although | curse MYSELF by the
hands that formed you You have
made me Wretched beyond express
ion. You have lett me no power 10
consider whether l am just or not.
Begone! relieve me from the sight
of your detested form. >
THUS ! relieve thee, my crea-
tor" he said, and placed his hated
band before my eyes, which | flung
from me with violence "thus
take from thee Il sight which you
lbhOr. Still thou canst listen to
me, and grant me thy compassion.
By the virtues that l once possessed
| demand this from you. Hear my
tale; it is long and strange, and the
of this place is not fit
ing to your fine sensations come
10 the hut upon the mountain. The
,un is yet high in the heavens be-
rore it descends TO hide itself be-
hind yon snowy precipiceS, and
illuminate another world, you Will
nave heard my story, and can de-
tide. On you it rests, whether
Iuit forever the neighborhOod of
nan, and lead Il harmless life, or
become Il scourge TO your fellow
and the author of your
)Wn speedy ruin"
AS he said this, he led the way
across the ice | followed. My heart |
vas full, and | did not answer him;
1ut, as | proceeded, | weighed the
various arguments that he had !
lsed, and determined at least to |
listen to his tale. l was partly urg-
ed by curiosity, and compassion |
my resolution. had |
supposed him to be the /!
murderer OF my brother, and ! Gag
,rly sought a confirmation or denial
If this opinion. For the first time,
llso, | felt what the duties of Il ere
ltor toward his creature were, and |
hat / ought to render him happy |
before | complained of his wicked |
le5s These motives urged me to
with his demand. We |
.rossed the ice, therefore, and as
ended the opposite rock. The air
Vas cold, and the rain again began |
o descend ; we entered the hut, the |
lend with an air of exuItation, | |
With heavy heart and depressed |
pirits But [ consented to listen |
md, seating myself by the fire
which my OdiOus companion had |
lighted, he thus began his tale.
CHAPTER X.
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