At the extremity of the Colwan wood, I perceived a figure approaching
me with slow and dignified motion. The moment that I beheld it, my
whole frame received a shock as if the ground on which I walked had
sunk suddenly below me. Yet, at that moment, I knew not who it was; it
was the air and motion of someone that I dreaded, and from whom I would
gladly have escaped; but this I even had not power to attempt. It came
slowly onward, and I advanced as slowly to meet it; yet, when we came
within speech, I still knew not who it was. It bore the figure, air,
and features of my late brother, I thought, exactly; yet in all these
there were traits so forbidding, so mixed with an appearance of misery,
chagrin and despair, that I still shrunk from the view, not knowing in
whose face I looked. But, when the being spoke, both my mental and
bodily frame received another shock more terrible than the first, for
it was the voice of the great personage I had so long denominated my
friend, of whom I had deemed myself for ever freed, and whose presence
and counsels I now dreaded more than Hell. It was his voice, but so
altered--I shall never forget it till my dying day. Nay, I can scarce
conceive it possible that any earthly sounds could be so discordant, so
repulsive to every feeling of a human soul, as the tones of the voice
that grated on my ear at that moment. They were the sounds of the pit,
wheezed through a grated cranny, or seemed so to my distempered
imagination.
"So! Thou shudderest at my approach now, dost thou?" said he. "Is this
all the gratitude that you deign for an attachment of which the annals
of the world furnish no parallel? An attachment which has caused me to
forego power and dominion, might, homage, conquest and adulation: all
that I might gain one highly valued and sanctified spirit to my great
and true, principles of reformation among mankind. Wherein have I
offended? What have I done for evil, or what have I not done for your
good; that you would thus shun my presence?"
"Great and magnificent prince," said I humbly; "let me request of you
to abandon a poor worthless wight to his own wayward fortune, and
return to the dominion of your people. I am unworthy of the sacrifices
you have made for my sake; and, after all your efforts, I do not feel
that you have rendered either more virtuous or more happy. For the sake
of that which is estimable in human nature, depart from me to your own
home, before you render me a being either altogether above or below the
rest of my fellow creatures. Let me plod on towards Heaven and
happiness in my own way, like those that have gone before me, and I
promise to stick fast by the great principles which you have so
strenuously inculcated, on condition that you depart and leave me for
ever."
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