End of the world -- Fiction; Epidemics -- Fiction; Science fiction; Twenty-first century -- Fiction
In a few words I must conclude this tragedy. I was obliged to leave
London, and Adrian undertook to watch over him; the task was soon
fulfilled; age, grief, and inclement weather, all united to hush his
sorrows, and bring repose to his heart, whose beats were agony. He died
embracing the sod, which was piled above his breast, when he was placed
beside the beings whom he regretted with such wild despair.
I returned to Windsor at the wish of Idris, who seemed to think that
there was greater safety for her children at that spot; and because,
once having taken on me the guardianship of the district, I would not
desert it while an inhabitant survived. I went also to act in
conformity with Adrian’s plans, which was to congregate in masses what
remained of the population; for he possessed the conviction that it was
only through the benevolent and social virtues that any safety was to
be hoped for the remnant of mankind.
It was a melancholy thing to return to this spot so dear to us, as the
scene of a happiness rarely before enjoyed, here to mark the extinction
of our species, and trace the deep uneraseable footsteps of disease
over the fertile and cherished soil. The aspect of the country had so
far changed, that it had been impossible to enter on the task of sowing
seed, and other autumnal labours. That season was now gone; and winter
had set in with sudden and unusual severity. Alternate frosts and thaws
succeeding to floods, rendered the country impassable. Heavy falls of
snow gave an arctic appearance to the scenery; the roofs of the houses
peeped from the white mass; the lowly cot and stately mansion, alike
deserted, were blocked up, their thresholds uncleared; the windows were
broken by the hail, while the prevalence of a north-east wind rendered
out-door exertions extremely painful. The altered state of society made
these accidents of nature, sources of real misery. The luxury of
command and the attentions of servitude were lost. It is true that the
necessaries of life were assembled in such quantities, as to supply to
superfluity the wants of the diminished population; but still much
labour was required to arrange these, as it were, raw materials; and
depressed by sickness, and fearful of the future, we had not energy to
enter boldly and decidedly on any system.
I can speak for myself—want of energy was not my failing. The intense
life that quickened my pulses, and animated my frame, had the effect,
not of drawing me into the mazes of active life, but of exalting my
lowliness, and of bestowing majestic proportions on insignificant
objects—I could have lived the life of a peasant in the same way—my
trifling occupations were swelled into important pursuits; my
affections were impetuous and engrossing passions, and nature with all
her changes was invested in divine attributes. The very spirit of the
Greek mythology inhabited my heart; I deified the uplands, glades, and
streams, I
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