Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1883-10-27
CHAPTER XIV.
WALTON, IN CONTINUATION.


August Goth, IL.
You have read this strange and
terrific story, Margaret, and do you
not feel your blood concealed 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 agony. His fine and lovely
ewes were now lighted up with in
dignation, now subdued to doWncast
sorrow. and quenched in infinite
Wretchedness. Sometimes he COM
manded his countenance and tones,
and related the most horrible Incl
dents with tranquil voice, sup
pressing every mark of agitation ;
then, like Il volcano bursting forth,
his face would suddenly change to
an expressin of the widest rage, as
he shrieked out imprecatiOns on
his prosecutor. His tale is connect
ed, and told with the appearance of
the simplest truth; yet own to
YOU that the letters of Felix and
Safe, which he showed me, and the
apparition of the monster, seen from
our ship, brought to me greater
conviction of the truth of his narra-
tive than his aSseVeratiOns, however
earnest and connected. Such a
monster has then really existed; j
cannot doubt it, yet l am lost in
surprise and admiration. Some
times endeavored to gain from
FrankensteIn the particulars of his
creatures formation, but on this
point he was impenetrable.
care you mad, my friend ?" said
he, DOR whittier does your senseiess
curiosity lead you? would you also
create for yourself and the world a
demoniacal enemy? Or to what do
your questions tend ? Peace, peace
learn my miserieS, and do not seek
to increase your own"
Frankenstein discovered that /
made notes concerning his history /;
he asked to see them, and then
himself corrected and augmented
them in many places but princi-
pally in giving life and spirit to the
conversations he held with his enc
my. "Since you have preserved
my marathon" said he, 81 would
not that nutilated one should go
down to posterity."
Thus has a week passed away,
while l have listened to the strang
est tale that ever imagination form
ed. My thoughts, and every feeling
of my soul have been drunk up by
the interest Of my guest, which this
tale and his own elevated and gen.
tie manners have created. l wish
to sOothe him, yet, can l counsel
one so infinitely miserable, 50 desti-
tute of every hope of consolation, to
live? Oh, no! the only joy that he
can now know will be when he
composes his shattered feelings to
peace and death. Yet he enjoys
one comfort, the offspring of soli-
tude and delirium he believes that
when in dreams he holds converse
with his friends, and derives from
that communion consolation for his
miseries, or excitemenls to his ven
geance, they are not the creations of
his fancy, but the real beings, who
visit him from the regions of a re-
nOlc WOElu. lulS ldttIl gives d SOL
emnity to his reverieS that renders
them to me almost as imposing and
interesting as truth.
Our conS ersations are not always
confined to his own history and
misfortunes. On every point of
general literature he displays un-
bounded knowledge, and quick
and piercing apprehension. His
eloquence is forcibIe and touching,
nor can hear him when he relates
a pathetic incident, or endeavors 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 god-like in ruin
He seems to feel his own worth and
the greatness of his fall.
"When younger" said he, 81
felt as if / were destined for some
great enterprise. My feelings are
profound; but I possessed cOolness
of judgment that fitted me for illus
trious achievements. This senti-
ment of the worth of my nature
supported me, when others would
have been oppressed for 1 deemed