Gothic fiction; Ireland -- History -- Rebellion of 1798 -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Romans à clef
“But it is time more particularly to acquaint you, my dear father, by what
accident I first met with Lord Glenarvon, to whom my fate was linked—whose
attachment once made me blessed—whose inconstancy has deprived me of
every earthly hope. Do you remember once, when I obtained leave to pass
the day with you, that my brother, Garlace, took me with him in his boat,
down the river Allan, and Roy and yourself were talking eagerly of the
late affray which had taken place in our village. I then pointed out to
you the ruins of St. Alvin’s Priory, and asked you the history of its
unhappy owners. My father, that evening, when yourself and Roy were gone
on shore, my brother Garlace fixing the sail, returned with me down the
current with the wind: and as we passed near the banks from behind the
rocks, we heard soft low notes, such as they say spirits sing over the
dead; and as we turned by the winding shore, we soon perceived a youth
who was throwing pebbles into the stream, and ever whilst he threw them,
he continued singing in that soft, sweet manner I have said. He spoke
with us, and the melancholy sound of his voice, attracted us towards him.
We landed close by the place near which he stood. He accompanied us to
the front of the castle; but then entreating us to excuse his proceeding
further, he retired; nor told us who he was. From that day, I met him
in secret. Oh! that I had died before I had met with one so young, so
beautiful, but yet so utterly lost. Nothing could save him: my feeble
help could not reclaim him: it was like one who clasped a drowning man,
and fell with him in the struggle: he had cast sin and misery upon his
soul. Never will I soil these pages with the record of what he uttered;
his secrets shall be buried as in a sepulchre; and soon, most soon shall
I perish with them....”
Calantha paused in the narrative; she gasped for breath; and wiping away
the tears which struggled in her eyes: “If he treated my friend with
unkindness,” she said, “dear as he has hitherto been to me, I will never
behold him more.” She then proceeded.
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