CHAPTER IV.

Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the Earth hide thee!

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold!

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes

Which Thou dost glare with! Hence, horrible shadow!

Unreal mockery hence!

MACBETH.

Continuation of the History of Don Raymond.

My journey was uncommonly agreeable: I found the Baron a Man of some

sense, but little knowledge of the world. He had past a great part of

his life without stirring beyond the precincts of his own domains, and

consequently his manners were far from being the most polished: But He

was hearty, good-humoured, and friendly. His attention to me was all

that I could wish, and I had every reason to be satisfied with his

behaviour. His ruling passion was Hunting, which He had brought himself

to consider as a serious occupation; and when talking over some

remarkable chace, He treated the subject with as much gravity as it had

been a Battle on which the fate of two kingdoms was depending. I

happened to be a tolerable Sportsman: Soon after my arrival at

Lindenberg I gave some proofs of my dexterity. The Baron immediately

marked me down for a Man of Genius, and vowed to me an eternal

friendship.

That friendship was become to me by no means indifferent. At the Castle

of Lindenberg I beheld for the first time your Sister, the lovely

Agnes. For me whose heart was unoccupied, and who grieved at the void,

to see her and to love her were the same. I found in Agnes all that was

requisite to secure my affection. She was then scarcely sixteen; Her

person light and elegant was already formed; She possessed several

talents in perfection, particularly those of Music and drawing: Her

character was gay, open, and good-humoured; and the graceful simplicity

of her dress and manners formed an advantageous contrast to the art and

studied Coquetry of the Parisian Dames, whom I had just quitted. From

the moment that I beheld her, I felt the most lively interest in her

fate. I made many enquiries respecting her of the Baroness.

“She is my Niece,” replied that Lady; “You are still ignorant, Don

Alphonso, that I am your Countrywoman. I am Sister to the Duke of

Medina Celi: Agnes is the Daughter of my second Brother, Don Gaston:

She has been destined to the Convent from her cradle, and will soon

make her profession at Madrid.”

(Here Lorenzo interrupted the Marquis by an exclamation of surprise.

“Intended for the Convent from her cradle?” said He; “By heaven, this

is the first word that I ever heard of such a design!”

“I believe it, my dear Lorenzo,” answered Don Raymond; “But you must

listen to me with patience. You will not be less surprised, when I

relate some particulars of your family still unknown to you, and which

I have learnt from the mouth of Agnes herself.”

He then resumed his narrative as follows.)

You cannot but be aware that your Parents were unfortunately Slaves to

the grossest superstition: When this foible was called into play, their

every other sentiment, their every other passion yielded to its

irresistible strength. While She was big with Agnes, your Mother was

seized by a dangerous illness, and given over by her Physicians. In

this situation, Donna Inesilla vowed, that if She recovered from her

malady, the Child then living in her bosom if a Girl should be

dedicated to St. Clare, if a Boy to St. Benedict. Her prayers were

heard; She got rid of her complaint; Agnes entered the world alive, and

was immediately destined to the service of St. Clare.

Don Gaston readily chimed in with his Lady’s wishes: But knowing the

sentiments of the Duke, his Brother, respecting a Monastic life, it was

determined that your Sister’s destination should be carefully concealed

from him. The better to guard the secret, it was resolved that Agnes

should accompany her Aunt, Donna Rodolpha into Germany, whither that

Lady was on the point of following her new-married Husband, Baron

Lindenberg. On her arrival at that Estate, the young Agnes was put into

a Convent, situated but a few miles from the Castle. The Nuns to whom

her education was confided performed their charge with exactitude: They

made her a perfect Mistress of many talents, and strove to infuse into

her mind a taste for the retirement and tranquil pleasures of a

Convent. But a secret instinct made the young Recluse sensible that She

was not born for solitude: In all the freedom of youth and gaiety, She

scrupled not to treat as ridiculous many ceremonies which the Nuns

regarded with awe; and She was never more happy than when her lively

imagination inspired her with some scheme to plague the stiff Lady

Abbess, or the ugly ill-tempered old Porteress. She looked with disgust

upon the prospect before her: However no alternative was offered to

her, and She submitted to the decree of her Parents, though not without

secret repining.

That repugnance She had not art enough to conceal long: Don Gaston was

informed of it. Alarmed, Lorenzo, lest your affection for her should

oppose itself to his projects, and lest you should positively object to

your Sister’s misery, He resolved to keep the whole affair from _your_

knowledge as well as the Duke’s, till the sacrifice should be

consummated. The season of her taking the veil was fixed for the time

when you should be upon your travels: In the meanwhile no hint was

dropped of Donna Inesilla’s fatal vow. Your Sister was never permitted

to know your direction. All your letters were read before She received

them, and those parts effaced, which were likely to nourish her

inclination for the world: Her answers were dictated either by her

Aunt, or by Dame Cunegonda, her Governess. These particulars I learnt

partly from Agnes, partly from the Baroness herself.

I immediately determined upon rescuing this lovely Girl from a fate so

contrary to her inclinations, and ill-suited to her merit. I

endeavoured to ingratiate myself into her favour: I boasted of my

friendship and intimacy with you. She listened to me with avidity; She

seemed to devour my words while I spoke in your praise, and her eyes

thanked me for my affection to her Brother. My constant and unremitted

attention at length gained me her heart, and with difficulty I obliged

her to confess that She loved me. When however, I proposed her quitting

the Castle of Lindenberg, She rejected the idea in positive terms.

“Be generous, Alphonso,” She said; “You possess my heart, but use not

the gift ignobly. Employ not your ascendancy over me in persuading me

to take a step, at which I should hereafter have to blush. I am young

and deserted: My Brother, my only Friend, is separated from me, and my

other Relations act with me as my Enemies. Take pity on my unprotected

situation. Instead of seducing me to an action which would cover me

with shame, strive rather to gain the affections of those who govern

me. The Baron esteems you. My Aunt, to others ever harsh proud and

contemptuous, remembers that you rescued her from the hands of

Murderers, and wears with you alone the appearance of kindness and

benignity. Try then your influence over my Guardians. If they consent

to our union my hand is yours: From your account of my Brother, I

cannot doubt your obtaining his approbation: And when they find the

impossibility of executing their design, I trust that my Parents will

excuse my disobedience, and expiate by some other sacrifice my Mother’s

fatal vow.”

From the first moment that I beheld Agnes, I had endeavoured to

conciliate the favour of her Relations. Authorised by the confession of

her regard, I redoubled my exertions. My principal Battery was directed

against the Baroness; It was easy to discover that her word was law in

the Castle: Her Husband paid her the most absolute submission, and

considered her as a superior Being. She was about forty: In her youth

She had been a Beauty; But her charms had been upon that large scale

which can but ill sustain the shock of years: However She still

possessed some remains of them. Her understanding was strong and

excellent when not obscured by prejudice, which unluckily was but

seldom the case. Her passions were violent: She spared no pains to

gratify them, and pursued with unremitting vengeance those who opposed

themselves to her wishes. The warmest of Friends, the most inveterate

of Enemies, such was the Baroness Lindenberg.

I laboured incessantly to please her: Unluckily I succeeded but too

well. She seemed gratified by my attention, and treated me with a

distinction accorded by her to no one else. One of my daily occupations

was reading to her for several hours: Those hours I should much rather

have past with Agnes; But as I was conscious that complaisance for her

Aunt would advance our union, I submitted with a good grace to the

penance imposed upon me. Donna Rodolpha’s Library was principally

composed of old Spanish Romances: These were her favourite studies, and

once a day one of these unmerciful Volumes was put regularly into my

hands. I read the wearisome adventures of “_Perceforest_,” “_Tirante

the White_,” “_Palmerin of England_,” and “_the Knight of the Sun_,”

till the Book was on the point of falling from my hands through Ennui.

However, the increasing pleasure which the Baroness seemed to take in

my society, encouraged me to persevere; and latterly She showed for me

a partiality so marked, that Agnes advised me to seize the first

opportunity of declaring our mutual passion to her Aunt.

One Evening, I was alone with Donna Rodolpha in her own apartment. As

our readings generally treated of love, Agnes was never permitted to

assist at them. I was just congratulating myself on having finished

“_The Loves of Tristan and the Queen Iseult_——”

“Ah! The Unfortunates!” cried the Baroness; “How say you, Segnor? Do

you think it possible for Man to feel an attachment so disinterested

and sincere?”

“I cannot doubt it,” replied I; “My own heart furnishes me with the

certainty. Ah! Donna Rodolpha, might I but hope for your approbation of

my love! Might I but confess the name of my Mistress without incurring

your resentment!”

She interrupted me.

“Suppose, I were to spare you that confession? Suppose I were to

acknowledge that the object of your desires is not unknown to me?

Suppose I were to say that She returns your affection, and laments not

less sincerely than yourself the unhappy vows which separate her from

you?”

“Ah! Donna Rodolpha!” I exclaimed, throwing myself upon my knees before

her, and pressing her hand to my lips, “You have discovered my secret!

What is your decision? Must I despair, or may I reckon upon your

favour?”

She withdrew not the hand which I held; But She turned from me, and

covered her face with the other.

“How can I refuse it you?” She replied; “Ah! Don Alphonso, I have long

perceived to whom your attentions were directed, but till now I

perceived not the impression which they made upon my heart.

At length I can no longer hide my weakness either from myself or from

you. I yield to the violence of my passion, and own that I adore you!

For three long months I stifled my desires; But grown stronger by

resistance, I submit to their impetuosity. Pride, fear, and honour,

respect for myself, and my engagements to the Baron, all are

vanquished. I sacrifice them to my love for you, and it still seems to

me that I pay too mean a price for your possession.”

She paused for an answer.—Judge, my Lorenzo, what must have been my

confusion at this discovery. I at once saw all the magnitude of this

obstacle, which I had raised myself to my happiness. The Baroness had

placed those attentions to her own account, which I had merely paid her

for the sake of Agnes: And the strength of her expressions, the looks

which accompanied them, and my knowledge of her revengeful disposition

made me tremble for myself and my Beloved. I was silent for some

minutes. I knew not how to reply to her declaration: I could only

resolve to clear up the mistake without delay, and for the present to

conceal from her knowledge the name of my Mistress. No sooner had She

avowed her passion than the transports which before were evident in my

features gave place to consternation and constraint. I dropped her

hand, and rose from my knees. The change in my countenance did not

escape her observation.

“What means this silence?” said She in a trembling voice; “Where is

that joy which you led me to expect?”

“Forgive me, Segnora,” I answered, “if what necessity forces from me

should seem harsh and ungrateful: To encourage you in an error, which,

however it may flatter myself, must prove to you the source of

disappointment, would make me appear criminal in every eye. Honour

obliges me to inform you that you have mistaken for the solicitude of

Love what was only the attention of Friendship. The latter sentiment is

that which I wished to excite in your bosom: To entertain a warmer,

respect for you forbids me, and gratitude for the Baron’s generous

treatment. Perhaps these reasons would not be sufficient to shield me

from your attractions, were it not that my affections are already

bestowed upon another. You have charms, Segnora, which might captivate

the most insensible; No heart unoccupied could resist them. Happy is it

for me that mine is no longer in my possession; or I should have to

reproach myself for ever with having violated the Laws of Hospitality.

Recollect yourself, noble Lady; Recollect what is owed by you to

honour, by me to the Baron, and replace by esteem and friendship those

sentiments which I never can return.”

The Baroness turned pale at this unexpected and positive declaration:

She doubted whether She slept or woke. At length recovering from her

surprise, consternation gave place to rage, and the blood rushed back

into her cheeks with violence.

“Villain!” She cried; “Monster of deceit! Thus is the avowal of my love

received? Is it thus that.... But no, no! It cannot, it shall not be!

Alphonso, behold me at your feet! Be witness of my despair! Look with

pity on a Woman who loves you with sincere affection! She who possesses

your heart, how has She merited such a treasure? What sacrifice has She

made to you?

What raises her above Rodolpha?”

I endeavoured to lift her from her Knees.

“For God’s sake, Segnora, restrain these transports: They disgrace

yourself and me. Your exclamations may be heard, and your secret

divulged to your Attendants. I see that my presence only irritates you:

permit me to retire.”

I prepared to quit the apartment: The Baroness caught me suddenly by

the arm.

“And who is this happy Rival?” said She in a menacing tone; “I will

know her name, and _when_ I know it.... ! She is someone in my power;

You entreated my favour, my protection! Let me but find her, let me but

know who dares to rob me of your heart, and She shall suffer every

torment which jealousy and disappointment can inflict! Who is She?

Answer me this moment. Hope not to conceal her from my vengeance! Spies

shall be set over you; every step, every look shall be watched; Your

eyes will discover my Rival; I shall know her, and when She is found,

tremble, Alphonso for her and for yourself!”

As She uttered these last words her fury mounted to such a pitch as to

stop her powers of respiration. She panted, groaned, and at length

fainted away. As She was falling I caught her in my arms, and placed

her upon a Sopha. Then hastening to the door, I summoned her Women to

her assistance; I committed her to their care, and seized the

opportunity of escaping.

Agitated and confused beyond expression I bent my steps towards the

Garden. The benignity with which the Baroness had listened to me at

first raised my hopes to the highest pitch: I imagined her to have

perceived my attachment for her Niece, and to approve of it. Extreme

was my disappointment at understanding the true purport of her

discourse. I knew not what course to take: The superstition of the

Parents of Agnes, aided by her Aunt’s unfortunate passion, seemed to

oppose such obstacles to our union as were almost insurmountable.

As I past by a low parlour, whose windows looked into the Garden,

through the door which stood half open I observed Agnes seated at a

Table. She was occupied in drawing, and several unfinished sketches

were scattered round her. I entered, still undetermined whether I

should acquaint her with the declaration of the Baroness.

“Oh! is it only you?” said She, raising her head; “You are no Stranger,

and I shall continue my occupation without ceremony. Take a Chair, and

seat yourself by me.”

I obeyed, and placed myself near the Table. Unconscious what I was

doing, and totally occupied by the scene which had just passed, I took

up some of the drawings, and cast my eye over them. One of the subjects

struck me from its singularity. It represented the great Hall of the

Castle of Lindenberg. A door conducting to a narrow staircase stood

half open. In the foreground appeared a Groupe of figures, placed in

the most grotesque attitudes; Terror was expressed upon every

countenance.

Here was One upon his knees with his eyes cast up to heaven, and

praying most devoutly; There Another was creeping away upon all fours.

Some hid their faces in their cloaks or the laps of their Companions;

Some had concealed themselves beneath a Table, on which the remnants of

a feast were visible; While Others with gaping mouths and eyes

wide-stretched pointed to a Figure, supposed to have created this

disturbance. It represented a Female of more than human stature,

clothed in the habit of some religious order. Her face was veiled; On

her arm hung a chaplet of beads; Her dress was in several places

stained with the blood which trickled from a wound upon her bosom. In

one hand She held a Lamp, in the other a large Knife, and She seemed

advancing towards the iron gates of the Hall.

“What does this mean, Agnes?” said I; “Is this some invention of your

own?”

She cast her eye upon the drawing.

“Oh! no,” She replied; “’Tis the invention of much wiser heads than

mine. But can you possibly have lived at Lindenberg for three whole

Months without hearing of the Bleeding Nun?”

“You are the first, who ever mentioned the name to me. Pray, who may

the Lady be?”

“That is more than I can pretend to tell you. All my knowledge of her

History comes from an old tradition in this family, which has been

handed down from Father to Son, and is firmly credited throughout the

Baron’s domains. Nay, the Baron believes it himself; and as for my Aunt

who has a natural turn for the marvellous, She would sooner doubt the

veracity of the Bible, than of the Bleeding Nun. Shall I tell you this

History?”

I answered that She would oblige me much by relating it: She resumed

her drawing, and then proceeded as follows in a tone of burlesqued

gravity.

“It is surprising that in all the Chronicles of past times, this

remarkable Personage is never once mentioned. Fain would I recount to

you her life; But unluckily till after her death She was never known to

have existed. Then first did She think it necessary to make some noise

in the world, and with that intention She made bold to seize upon the

Castle of Lindenberg. Having a good taste, She took up her abode in the

best room of the House: and once established there, She began to amuse

herself by knocking about the tables and chairs in the middle of the

night. Perhaps She was a bad Sleeper, but this I have never been able

to ascertain. According to the tradition, this entertainment commenced

about a Century ago. It was accompanied with shrieking, howling,

groaning, swearing, and many other agreeable noises of the same kind.

But though one particular room was more especially honoured with her

visits, She did not entirely confine herself to it. She occasionally

ventured into the old Galleries, paced up and down the spacious Halls,

or sometimes stopping at the doors of the Chambers, She wept and wailed

there to the universal terror of the Inhabitants. In these nocturnal

excursions She was seen by different People, who all describe her

appearance as you behold it here, traced by the hand of her unworthy

Historian.”

The singularity of this account insensibly engaged my attention.

“Did She never speak to those who met her?” said I.

“Not She. The specimens indeed, which She gave nightly of her talents

for conversation, were by no means inviting. Sometimes the Castle rung

with oaths and execrations: A Moment after She repeated her

Paternoster: Now She howled out the most horrible blasphemies, and then

chaunted De Profundis, as orderly as if still in the Choir. In short

She seemed a mighty capricious Being: But whether She prayed or cursed,

whether She was impious or devout, She always contrived to terrify her

Auditors out of their senses. The Castle became scarcely habitable; and

its Lord was so frightened by these midnight Revels, that one fine

morning He was found dead in his bed. This success seemed to please the

Nun mightily, for now She made more noise than ever. But the next Baron

proved too cunning for her. He made his appearance with a celebrated

Exorciser in his hand, who feared not to shut himself up for a night in

the haunted Chamber. There it seems that He had an hard battle with the

Ghost, before She would promise to be quiet. She was obstinate, but He

was more so, and at length She consented to let the Inhabitants of the

Castle take a good night’s rest. For some time after no news was heard

of her. But at the end of five years the Exorciser died, and then the

Nun ventured to peep abroad again. However, She was now grown much more

tractable and well-behaved. She walked about in silence, and never made

her appearance above once in five years. This custom, if you will

believe the Baron, She still continues. He is fully persuaded, that on

the fifth of May of every fifth year, as soon as the Clock strikes One,

the Door of the haunted Chamber opens. (Observe, that this room has

been shut up for near a Century.) Then out walks the Ghostly Nun with

her Lamp and dagger: She descends the staircase of the Eastern Tower;

and crosses the great Hall! On that night the Porter always leaves the

Gates of the Castle open, out of respect to the Apparition: Not that

this is thought by any means necessary, since She could easily whip

through the Keyhole if She chose it; But merely out of politeness, and

to prevent her from making her exit in a way so derogatory to the

dignity of her Ghost-ship.”

“And whither does She go on quitting the Castle?”

“To Heaven, I hope; But if She does, the place certainly is not to her

taste, for She always returns after an hour’s absence. The Lady then

retires to her chamber, and is quiet for another five years.”

“And you believe this, Agnes?”

“How can you ask such a question? No, no, Alphonso! I have too much

reason to lament superstition’s influence to be its Victim myself.

However I must not avow my incredulity to the Baroness: She entertains

not a doubt of the truth of this History. As to Dame Cunegonda, my

Governess, She protests that fifteen years ago She saw the Spectre with

her own eyes. She related to me one evening how She and several other

Domestics had been terrified while at Supper by the appearance of the

Bleeding Nun, as the Ghost is called in the Castle: ’Tis from her

account that I drew this sketch, and you may be certain that Cunegonda

was not omitted. There She is! I shall never forget what a passion She

was in, and how ugly She looked while She scolded me for having made

her picture so like herself!”

Here She pointed to a burlesque figure of an old Woman in an attitude

of terror.

In spite of the melancholy which oppressed me, I could not help smiling

at the playful imagination of Agnes: She had perfectly preserved Dame

Cunegonda’s resemblance, but had so much exaggerated every fault, and

rendered every feature so irresistibly laughable, that I could easily

conceive the Duenna’s anger.

“The figure is admirable, my dear Agnes! I knew not that you possessed

such talents for the ridiculous.”

“Stay a moment,” She replied; “I will show you a figure still more

ridiculous than Dame Cunegonda’s. If it pleases you, you may dispose of

it as seems best to yourself.”

She rose, and went to a Cabinet at some little distance. Unlocking a

drawer, She took out a small case, which She opened, and presented to

me.

“Do you know the resemblance?” said She smiling.

It was her own.

Transported at the gift, I pressed the portrait to my lips with

passion: I threw myself at her feet, and declared my gratitude in the

warmest and most affectionate terms. She listened to me with

complaisance, and assured me that She shared my sentiments: When

suddenly She uttered a loud shriek, disengaged the hand which I held,

and flew from the room by a door which opened to the Garden. Amazed at

this abrupt departure, I rose hastily from my knees. I beheld with

confusion the Baroness standing near me glowing with jealousy, and

almost choaked with rage. On recovering from her swoon, She had

tortured her imagination to discover her concealed Rival. No one

appeared to deserve her suspicions more than Agnes. She immediately

hastened to find her Niece, tax her with encouraging my addresses, and

assure herself whether her conjectures were well-grounded.

Unfortunately She had already seen enough to need no other

confirmation. She arrived at the door of the room at the precise

moment, when Agnes gave me her Portrait. She heard me profess an

everlasting attachment to her Rival, and saw me kneeling at her feet.

She advanced to separate us; We were too much occupied by each other to

perceive her approach, and were not aware of it, till Agnes beheld her

standing by my side.

Rage on the part of Donna Rodolpha, embarrassment on mine, for some

time kept us both silent. The Lady recovered herself first.

“My suspicions then were just,” said She; “The Coquetry of my Niece has

triumphed, and ’tis to her that I am sacrificed. In one respect however

I am fortunate: I shall not be the only one who laments a disappointed

passion. You too shall know, what it is to love without hope! I daily

expect orders for restoring Agnes to her Parents. Immediately upon her

arrival in Spain, She will take the veil, and place an insuperable

barrier to your union. You may spare your supplications.” She

continued, perceiving me on the point of speaking; “My resolution is

fixed and immoveable. Your Mistress shall remain a close Prisoner in

her chamber till She exchanges this Castle for the Cloister. Solitude

will perhaps recall her to a sense of her duty: But to prevent your

opposing that wished event, I must inform you, Don Alphonso, that your

presence here is no longer agreeable either to the Baron or Myself. It

was not to talk nonsense to my Niece that your Relations sent you to

Germany: Your business was to travel, and I should be sorry to impede

any longer so excellent a design. Farewell, Segnor; Remember, that

tomorrow morning we meet for the last time.”

Having said this, She darted upon me a look of pride, contempt, and

malice, and quitted the apartment. I also retired to mine, and consumed

the night in planning the means of rescuing Agnes from the power of her

tyrannical Aunt.

After the positive declaration of its Mistress, it was impossible for

me to make a longer stay at the Castle of Lindenberg. Accordingly I the

next day announced my immediate departure. The Baron declared that it

gave him sincere pain; and He expressed himself in my favour so warmly,

that I endeavoured to win him over to my interest. Scarcely had I

mentioned the name of Agnes when He stopped me short, and said, that it

was totally out of his power to interfere in the business. I saw that

it was in vain to argue; The Baroness governed her Husband with

despotic sway, and I easily perceived that She had prejudiced him

against the match. Agnes did not appear: I entreated permission to take

leave of her, but my prayer was rejected. I was obliged to depart

without seeing her.

At quitting him the Baron shook my hand affectionately, and assured me

that as soon as his Niece was gone, I might consider his House as my

own.

“Farewell, Don Alphonso!” said the Baroness, and stretched out her hand

to me.

I took it, and offered to carry it to my lips. She prevented me.

Her Husband was at the other end of the room, and out of hearing.

“Take care of yourself,” She continued; “My love is become hatred, and

my wounded pride shall not be unatoned. Go where you will, my vengeance

shall follow you!”

She accompanied these words with a look sufficient to make me tremble.

I answered not, but hastened to quit the Castle.

As my Chaise drove out of the Court, I looked up to the windows of your

Sister’s chamber. Nobody was to be seen there: I threw myself back

despondent in my Carriage. I was attended by no other servants than a

Frenchman whom I had hired at Strasbourg in Stephano’s room, and my

little Page whom I before mentioned to you. The fidelity, intelligence,

and good temper of Theodore had already made him dear to me; But He now

prepared to lay an obligation on me, which made me look upon him as a

Guardian Genius. Scarcely had we proceeded half a mile from the Castle,

when He rode up to the Chaise-door.

“Take courage, Segnor!” said He in Spanish, which He had already learnt

to speak with fluency and correctness. “While you were with the Baron,

I watched the moment when Dame Cunegonda was below stairs, and mounted

into the chamber over that of Donna Agnes. I sang as loud as I could a

little German air well-known to her, hoping that She would recollect my

voice. I was not disappointed, for I soon heard her window open. I

hastened to let down a string with which I had provided myself: Upon

hearing the casement closed again, I drew up the string, and fastened

to it I found this scrap of paper.”

He then presented me with a small note addressed to me. I opened it

with impatience: It contained the following words written in pencil:

“Conceal yourself for the next fortnight in some neighbouring Village.

My Aunt will believe you to have quitted Lindenberg, and I shall be

restored to liberty. I will be in the West Pavilion at twelve on the

night of the thirtieth. Fail not to be there, and we shall have an

opportunity of concerting our future plans. Adieu.

“AGNES.”

At perusing these lines my transports exceeded all bounds; Neither did

I set any to the expressions of gratitude which I heaped upon Theodore.

In fact his address and attention merited my warmest praise. You will

readily believe that I had not entrusted him with my passion for Agnes;

But the arch Youth had too much discernment not to discover my secret,

and too much discretion not to conceal his knowledge of it. He observed

in silence what was going on, nor strove to make himself an Agent in

the business till my interests required his interference. I equally

admired his judgment, his penetration, his address, and his fidelity.

This was not the first occasion in which I had found him of infinite

use, and I was every day more convinced of his quickness and capacity.

During my short stay at Strasbourg, He had applied himself diligently

to learning the rudiments of Spanish: He continued to study it, and

with so much success that He spoke it with the same facility as his

native language. He past the greatest part of his time in reading; He

had acquired much information for his Age; and united the advantages of

a lively countenance and prepossessing figure to an excellent

understanding and the very best of hearts. He is now fifteen; He is

still in my service, and when you see him, I am sure that He will

please you. But excuse this digression: I return to the subject which I

quitted.

I obeyed the instructions of Agnes. I proceeded to Munich. There I left

my Chaise under the care of Lucas, my French Servant, and then returned

on Horseback to a small Village about four miles distant from the

Castle of Lindenberg. Upon arriving there a story was related to the

Host at whose Inn I descended, which prevented his wondering at my

making so long a stay in his House. The old Man fortunately was

credulous and incurious: He believed all I said, and sought to know no

more than what I thought proper to tell him. Nobody was with me but

Theodore; Both were disguised, and as we kept ourselves close, we were

not suspected to be other than what we seemed. In this manner the

fortnight passed away. During that time I had the pleasing conviction

that Agnes was once more at liberty. She past through the Village with

Dame Cunegonda: She seemed in health and spirits, and talked to her

Companion without any appearance of constraint.

“Who are those Ladies?” said I to my Host, as the Carriage past.

“Baron Lindenberg’s Niece with her Governess,” He replied; “She goes

regularly every Friday to the Convent of St. Catharine, in which She

was brought up, and which is situated about a mile from hence.”

You may be certain that I waited with impatience for the ensuing

Friday. I again beheld my lovely Mistress. She cast her eyes upon me,

as She passed the Inn-door. A blush which overspread her cheek told me

that in spite of my disguise I had been recognised. I bowed profoundly.

She returned the compliment by a slight inclination of the head as if

made to one inferior, and looked another way till the Carriage was out

of sight.

The long-expected, long-wished for night arrived. It was calm, and the

Moon was at the full. As soon as the Clock struck eleven I hastened to

my appointment, determined not to be too late. Theodore had provided a

Ladder; I ascended the Garden wall without difficulty; The Page

followed me, and drew the Ladder after us. I posted myself in the West

Pavilion, and waited impatiently for the approach of Agnes. Every

breeze that whispered, every leaf that fell, I believed to be her

footstep, and hastened to meet her. Thus was I obliged to pass a full

hour, every minute of which appeared to me an age. The Castle Bell at

length tolled twelve, and scarcely could I believe the night to be no

further advanced. Another quarter of an hour elapsed, and I heard the

light foot of my Mistress approaching the Pavilion with precaution. I

flew to receive her, and conducted her to a seat. I threw myself at her

feet, and was expressing my joy at seeing her, when She thus

interrupted me.

“We have no time to lose, Alphonso: The moments are precious, for

though no more a Prisoner, Cunegonda watches my every step. An express

is arrived from my Father; I must depart immediately for Madrid, and

’tis with difficulty that I have obtained a week’s delay. The

superstition of my Parents, supported by the representations of my

cruel Aunt, leaves me no hope of softening them to compassion. In this

dilemma I have resolved to commit myself to your honour: God grant that

you may never give me cause to repent my resolution! Flight is my only

resource from the horrors of a Convent, and my imprudence must be

excused by the urgency of the danger. Now listen to the plan by which I

hope to effect my escape.

“We are now at the thirtieth of April. On the fifth day from this the

Visionary Nun is expected to appear. In my last visit to the Convent I

provided myself with a dress proper for the character: A Friend, whom I

have left there and to whom I made no scruple to confide my secret,

readily consented to supply me with a religious habit. Provide a

carriage, and be with it at a little distance from the great Gate of

the Castle. As soon as the Clock strikes “one,” I shall quit my

chamber, drest in the same apparel as the Ghost is supposed to wear.

Whoever meets me will be too much terrified to oppose my escape. I

shall easily reach the door, and throw myself under your protection.

Thus far success is certain: But Oh! Alphonso, should you deceive me!

Should you despise my imprudence and reward it with ingratitude, the

World will not hold a Being more wretched than myself! I feel all the

dangers to which I shall be exposed. I feel that I am giving you a

right to treat me with levity: But I rely upon your love, upon your

honour! The step which I am on the point of taking, will incense my

Relations against me: Should you desert me, should you betray the trust

reposed in you, I shall have no friend to punish your insult, or

support my cause. On yourself alone rests all my hope, and if your own

heart does not plead in my behalf, I am undone for ever!”

The tone in which She pronounced these words was so touching, that in

spite of my joy at receiving her promise to follow me, I could not help

being affected. I also repined in secret at not having taken the

precaution to provide a Carriage at the Village, in which case I might

have carried off Agnes that very night. Such an attempt was now

impracticable: Neither Carriage or Horses were to be procured nearer

than Munich, which was distant from Lindenberg two good days journey. I

was therefore obliged to chime in with her plan, which in truth seemed

well arranged: Her disguise would secure her from being stopped in

quitting the Castle, and would enable her to step into the Carriage at

the very Gate without difficulty or losing time.

Agnes reclined her head mournfully upon my shoulder, and by the light

of the Moon I saw tears flowing down her cheek. I strove to dissipate

her melancholy, and encouraged her to look forward to the prospect of

happiness. I protested in the most solemn terms that her virtue and

innocence would be safe in my keeping, and that till the church had

made her my lawful Wife, her honour should be held by me as sacred as a

Sister’s. I told her that my first care should be to find you out,

Lorenzo, and reconcile you to our union; and I was continuing to speak

in the same strain, when a noise without alarmed me. Suddenly the door

of the Pavilion was thrown open, and Cunegonda stood before us. She had

heard Agnes steal out of her chamber, followed her into the Garden, and

perceived her entering the Pavilion. Favoured by the Trees which shaded

it, and unperceived by Theodore who waited at a little distance, She

had approached in silence, and overheard our whole conversation.

“Admirable!” cried Cunegonda in a voice shrill with passion, while

Agnes uttered a loud shriek; “By St. Barbara, young Lady, you have an

excellent invention! You must personate the Bleeding Nun, truly? What

impiety! What incredulity! Marry, I have a good mind to let you pursue

your plan: When the real Ghost met you, I warrant, you would be in a

pretty condition! Don Alphonso, you ought to be ashamed of yourself for

seducing a young ignorant Creature to leave her family and Friends:

However, for this time at least I shall mar your wicked designs. The

noble Lady shall be informed of the whole affair, and Agnes must defer

playing the Spectre till a better opportunity. Farewell, Segnor— Donna

Agnes, let me have the honour of conducting your Ghost-ship back to

your apartment.”

She approached the Sopha on which her trembling Pupil was seated, took

her by the hand, and prepared to lead her from the Pavilion.

I detained her, and strove by entreaties, soothing, promises, and

flattery to win her to my party: But finding all that I could say of no

avail, I abandoned the vain attempt.

“Your obstinacy must be its own punishment,” said I; “But one resource

remains to save Agnes and myself, and I shall not hesitate to employ

it.”

Terrified at this menace, She again endeavoured to quit the Pavilion;

But I seized her by the wrist, and detained her forcibly. At the same

moment Theodore, who had followed her into the room, closed the door,

and prevented her escape. I took the veil of Agnes: I threw it round

the Duenna’s head, who uttered such piercing shrieks that in spite of

our distance from the Castle, I dreaded their being heard. At length I

succeeded in gagging her so compleatly that She could not produce a

single sound. Theodore and myself with some difficulty next contrived

to bind her hands and feet with our handkerchiefs; And I advised Agnes

to regain her chamber with all diligence. I promised that no harm

should happen to Cunegonda, bad her remember that on the fifth of May I

should be in waiting at the Great Gate of the Castle, and took of her

an affectionate farewell. Trembling and uneasy She had scarce power

enough to signify her consent to my plans, and fled back to her

apartment in disorder and confusion.

In the meanwhile Theodore assisted me in carrying off my antiquated

Prize. She was hoisted over the wall, placed before me upon my Horse

like a Portmanteau, and I galloped away with her from the Castle of

Lindenberg. The unlucky Duenna never had made a more disagreeable

journey in her life: She was jolted and shaken till She was become

little more than an animated Mummy; not to mention her fright when we

waded through a small River through which it was necessary to pass in

order to regain the Village. Before we reached the Inn, I had already

determined how to dispose of the troublesome Cunegonda. We entered the

Street in which the Inn stood, and while the page knocked, I waited at

a little distance. The Landlord opened the door with a Lamp in his

hand.

“Give me the light!” said Theodore; “My Master is coming.”

He snatched the Lamp hastily, and purposely let it fall upon the

ground: The Landlord returned to the Kitchen to re-light the Lamp,

leaving the door open. I profited by the obscurity, sprang from my

Horse with Cunegonda in my arms, darted up stairs, reached my chamber

unperceived, and unlocking the door of a spacious Closet, stowed her

within it, and then turned the Key. The Landlord and Theodore soon

after appeared with lights: The Former expressed himself a little

surprised at my returning so late, but asked no impertinent questions.

He soon quitted the room, and left me to exult in the success of my

undertaking.

I immediately paid a visit to my Prisoner. I strove to persuade her

submitting with patience to her temporary confinement. My attempt was

unsuccessful. Unable to speak or move, She expressed her fury by her

looks, and except at meals I never dared to unbind her, or release her

from the Gag. At such times I stood over her with a drawn sword, and

protested, that if She uttered a single cry, I would plunge it in her

bosom. As soon as She had done eating, the Gag was replaced. I was

conscious that this proceeding was cruel, and could only be justified

by the urgency of circumstances: As to Theodore, He had no scruples

upon the subject. Cunegonda’s captivity entertained him beyond measure.

During his abode in the Castle, a continual warfare had been carried on

between him and the Duenna; and now that He found his Enemy so

absolutely in his power, He triumphed without mercy. He seemed to think

of nothing but how to find out new means of plaguing her: Sometimes He

affected to pity her misfortune, then laughed at, abused, and mimicked

her; He played her a thousand tricks, each more provoking than the

other, and amused himself by telling her that her elopement must have

occasioned much surprise at the Baron’s. This was in fact the case. No

one except Agnes could imagine what was become of Dame Cunegonda: Every

hole and corner was searched for her; The Ponds were dragged, and the

Woods underwent a thorough examination. Still no Dame Cunegonda made

her appearance. Agnes kept the secret, and I kept the Duenna: The

Baroness, therefore, remained in total ignorance respecting the old

Woman’s fate, but suspected her to have perished by suicide. Thus past

away five days, during which I had prepared every thing necessary for

my enterprise. On quitting Agnes, I had made it my first business to

dispatch a Peasant with a letter to Lucas at Munich, ordering him to

take care that a Coach and four should arrive about ten o’clock on the

fifth of May at the Village of Rosenwald. He obeyed my instructions

punctually: The Equipage arrived at the time appointed. As the period

of her Lady’s elopement drew nearer, Cunegonda’s rage increased. I

verily believe that spight and passion would have killed her, had I not

luckily discovered her prepossession in favour of Cherry Brandy. With

this favourite liquor She was plentifully supplied, and Theodore always

remaining to guard her, the Gag was occasionally removed. The liquor

seemed to have a wonderful effect in softening the acrimony of her

nature; and her confinement not admitting of any other amusement, She

got drunk regularly once a day just by way of passing the time.

The fifth of May arrived, a period by me never to be forgotten! Before

the Clock struck twelve, I betook myself to the scene of action.

Theodore followed me on horseback. I concealed the Carriage in a

spacious Cavern of the Hill, on whose brow the Castle was situated:

This Cavern was of considerable depth, and among the peasants was known

by the name of Lindenberg Hole. The night was calm and beautiful: The

Moonbeams fell upon the antient Towers of the Castle, and shed upon

their summits a silver light. All was still around me: Nothing was to

be heard except the night breeze sighing among the leaves, the distant

barking of Village Dogs, or the Owl who had established herself in a

nook of the deserted Eastern Turret. I heard her melancholy shriek, and

looked upwards. She sat upon the ride of a window, which I recognized

to be that of the haunted Room. This brought to my remembrance the

story of the Bleeding Nun, and I sighed while I reflected on the

influence of superstition and weakness of human reason. Suddenly I

heard a faint chorus steal upon the silence of the night.

“What can occasion that noise, Theodore?”

“A Stranger of distinction,” replied He, “passed through the Village

today in his way to the Castle: He is reported to be the Father of

Donna Agnes. Doubtless, the Baron has given an entertainment to

celebrate his arrival.”

The Castle Bell announced the hour of midnight: This was the usual

signal for the family to retire to Bed. Soon after I perceived lights

in the Castle moving backwards and forwards in different directions. I

conjectured the company to be separating. I could hear the heavy doors

grate as they opened with difficulty, and as they closed again the

rotten Casements rattled in their frames. The chamber of Agnes was on

the other side of the Castle. I trembled lest She should have failed in

obtaining the Key of the haunted Room: Through this it was necessary

for her to pass in order to reach the narrow Staircase by which the

Ghost was supposed to descend into the great Hall. Agitated by this

apprehension, I kept my eyes constantly fixed upon the window, where I

hoped to perceive the friendly glare of a Lamp borne by Agnes. I now

heard the massy Gates unbarred. By the candle in his hand I

distinguished old Conrad, the Porter. He set the Portal doors wide

open, and retired. The lights in the Castle gradually disappeared, and

at length the whole Building was wrapt in darkness.

While I sat upon a broken ridge of the hill, the stillness of the scene

inspired me with melancholy ideas not altogether unpleasing. The Castle

which stood full in my sight, formed an object equally awful and

picturesque. Its ponderous Walls tinged by the moon with solemn

brightness, its old and partly-ruined Towers lifting themselves into

the clouds and seeming to frown on the plains around them, its lofty

battlements overgrown with ivy, and folding Gates expanding in honour

of the Visionary Inhabitant, made me sensible of a sad and reverential

horror. Yet did not these sensations occupy me so fully, as to prevent

me from witnessing with impatience the slow progress of time. I

approached the Castle, and ventured to walk round it. A few rays of

light still glimmered in the chamber of Agnes. I observed them with

joy. I was still gazing upon them, when I perceived a figure draw near

the window, and the Curtain was carefully closed to conceal the Lamp

which burned there. Convinced by this observation that Agnes had not

abandoned our plan, I returned with a light heart to my former station.

The half-hour struck! The three-quarters struck! My bosom beat high

with hope and expectation. At length the wished-for sound was heard.

The Bell tolled “One,” and the Mansion echoed with the noise loud and

solemn. I looked up to the Casement of the haunted Chamber. Scarcely

had five minutes elapsed, when the expected light appeared. I was now

close to the Tower. The window was not so far from the Ground but that

I fancied I perceived a female figure with a Lamp in her hand moving

slowly along the Apartment. The light soon faded away, and all was

again dark and gloomy.

Occasional gleams of brightness darted from the Staircase windows as

the lovely Ghost past by them. I traced the light through the Hall: It

reached the Portal, and at length I beheld Agnes pass through the

folding gates. She was habited exactly as She had described the

Spectre. A chaplet of Beads hung upon her arm; her head was enveloped

in a long white veil; Her Nun’s dress was stained with blood, and She

had taken care to provide herself with a Lamp and dagger. She advanced

towards the spot where I stood. I flew to meet her, and clasped her in

my arms.

“Agnes!” said I while I pressed her to my bosom,

Agnes! Agnes! Thou art mine!

Agnes! Agnes! I am thine!

In my veins while blood shall roll,

Thou art mine!

I am thine!

Thine my body! Thine my soul!

Terrified and breathless She was unable to speak: She dropt her Lamp

and dagger, and sank upon my bosom in silence. I raised her in my arms,

and conveyed her to the Carriage. Theodore remained behind in order to

release Dame Cunegonda. I also charged him with a letter to the

Baroness explaining the whole affair, and entreating her good offices

in reconciling Don Gaston to my union with his Daughter. I discovered

to her my real name: I proved to her that my birth and expectations

justified my pretending to her Niece, and assured her, though it was

out of my power to return her love, that I would strive unceasingly to

obtain her esteem and friendship.

I stepped into the Carriage, where Agnes was already seated. Theodore

closed the door, and the Postillions drove away. At first I was

delighted with the rapidity of our progress; But as soon as we were in

no danger of pursuit, I called to the Drivers, and bad them moderate

their pace. They strove in vain to obey me. The Horses refused to

answer the rein, and continued to rush on with astonishing swiftness.

The Postillions redoubled their efforts to stop them, but by kicking

and plunging the Beasts soon released themselves from this restraint.

Uttering a loud shriek, the Drivers were hurled upon the ground.

Immediately thick clouds obscured the sky: The winds howled around us,

the lightning flashed, and the Thunder roared tremendously. Never did I

behold so frightful a Tempest! Terrified by the jar of contending

elements, the Horses seemed every moment to increase their speed.

Nothing could interrupt their career; They dragged the Carriage through

Hedges and Ditches, dashed down the most dangerous precipices, and

seemed to vye in swiftness with the rapidity of the winds.

All this while my Companion lay motionless in my arms. Truly alarmed by

the magnitude of the danger, I was in vain attempting to recall her to

her senses; when a loud crash announced, that a stop was put to our

progress in the most disagreeable manner. The Carriage was shattered to

pieces. In falling I struck my temple against a flint. The pain of the

wound, the violence of the shock, and apprehension for the safety of

Agnes combined to overpower me so compleatly, that my senses forsook

me, and I lay without animation on the ground.

I probably remained for some time in this situation, since when I

opened my eyes, it was broad daylight. Several Peasants were standing

round me, and seemed disputing whether my recovery was possible. I

spoke German tolerably well. As soon as I could utter an articulate

sound, I enquired after Agnes. What was my surprise and distress, when

assured by the Peasants, that nobody had been seen answering the

description which I gave of her! They told me that in going to their

daily labour they had been alarmed by observing the fragments of my

Carriage, and by hearing the groans of an Horse, the only one of the

four which remained alive: The other Three lay dead by my side. Nobody

was near me when they came up, and much time had been lost, before they

succeeded in recovering me. Uneasy beyond expression respecting the

fate of my Companion, I besought the Peasants to disperse themselves in

search of her: I described her dress, and promised immense rewards to

whoever brought me any intelligence. As for myself, it was impossible

for me to join in the pursuit: I had broken two of my ribs in the fall:

My arm being dislocated hung useless by my side; and my left leg was

shattered so terribly, that I never expected to recover its use.

The Peasants complied with my request: All left me except Four, who

made a litter of boughs and prepared to convey me to the neighbouring

Town. I enquired its name. It proved to be Ratisbon, and I could

scarcely persuade myself that I had travelled to such a distance in a

single night. I told the Countrymen that at one o’clock that morning I

had past through the Village of Rosenwald. They shook their heads

wistfully, and made signs to each other that I must certainly be

delirious. I was conveyed to a decent Inn and immediately put to bed. A

Physician was sent for, who set my arm with success. He then examined

my other hurts, and told me that I need be under no apprehension of the

consequences of any of them; But ordered me to keep myself quiet, and

be prepared for a tedious and painful cure. I answered him that if He

hoped to keep me quiet, He must first endeavour to procure me some news

of a Lady who had quitted Rosenwald in my company the night before, and

had been with me at the moment when the Coach broke down. He smiled,

and only replied by advising me to make myself easy, for that all

proper care should be taken of me. As He quitted me, the Hostess met

him at the door of the room.

“The Gentleman is not quite in his right senses;” I heard him say to

her in a low voice; “’Tis the natural consequence of his fall, but that

will soon be over.”

One after another the Peasants returned to the Inn, and informed me

that no traces had been discovered of my unfortunate Mistress.

Uneasiness now became despair. I entreated them to renew their search

in the most urgent terms, doubling the promises which I had already

made them. My wild and frantic manner confirmed the bye-standers in the

idea of my being delirious. No signs of the Lady having appeared, they

believed her to be a creature fabricated by my over-heated brain, and

paid no attention to my entreaties. However, the Hostess assured me

that a fresh enquiry should be made, but I found afterwards that her

promise was only given to quiet me. No further steps were taken in the

business.

Though my Baggage was left at Munich under the care of my French

Servant, having prepared myself for a long journey, my purse was amply

furnished: Besides my equipage proved me to be of distinction, and in

consequence all possible attention was paid me at the Inn. The day

passed away: Still no news arrived of Agnes. The anxiety of fear now

gave place to despondency. I ceased to rave about her and was plunged

in the depth of melancholy reflections. Perceiving me to be silent and

tranquil, my Attendants believed my delirium to have abated, and that

my malady had taken a favourable turn. According to the Physician’s

order I swallowed a composing medicine; and as soon as the night shut

in, my attendants withdrew and left me to repose.

That repose I wooed in vain. The agitation of my bosom chased away

sleep. Restless in my mind, in spite of the fatigue of my body, I

continued to toss about from side to side, till the Clock in a

neighbouring Steeple struck “One.” As I listened to the mournful hollow

sound, and heard it die away in the wind, I felt a sudden chillness

spread itself over my body. I shuddered without knowing wherefore; Cold

dews poured down my forehead, and my hair stood bristling with alarm.

Suddenly I heard slow and heavy steps ascending the staircase. By an

involuntary movement I started up in my bed, and drew back the curtain.

A single rush-light which glimmered upon the hearth shed a faint gleam

through the apartment, which was hung with tapestry. The door was

thrown open with violence. A figure entered, and drew near my Bed with

solemn measured steps. With trembling apprehension I examined this

midnight Visitor. God Almighty! It was the Bleeding Nun! It was my lost

Companion! Her face was still veiled, but She no longer held her Lamp

and dagger. She lifted up her veil slowly. What a sight presented

itself to my startled eyes! I beheld before me an animated Corse. Her

countenance was long and haggard; Her cheeks and lips were bloodless;

The paleness of death was spread over her features, and her eyeballs

fixed stedfastly upon me were lustreless and hollow.

I gazed upon the Spectre with horror too great to be described. My

blood was frozen in my veins. I would have called for aid, but the

sound expired ere it could pass my lips. My nerves were bound up in

impotence, and I remained in the same attitude inanimate as a Statue.

The visionary Nun looked upon me for some minutes in silence: There was

something petrifying in her regard. At length in a low sepulchral voice

She pronounced the following words:

‘Raymond! Raymond! Thou art mine!

Raymond! Raymond! I am thine!

In thy veins while blood shall roll,

I am thine!

Thou art mine!

Mine thy body! Mine thy soul!——’

Breathless with fear, I listened while She repeated my own expressions.

The Apparition seated herself opposite to me at the foot of the Bed,

and was silent. Her eyes were fixed earnestly upon mine: They seemed

endowed with the property of the Rattlesnake’s, for I strove in vain to

look off her. My eyes were fascinated, and I had not the power of

withdrawing them from the Spectre’s.

In this attitude She remained for a whole long hour without speaking or

moving; nor was I able to do either. At length the Clock struck two.

The Apparition rose from her seat, and approached the side of the bed.

She grasped with her icy fingers my hand which hung lifeless upon the

Coverture, and pressing her cold lips to mine, again repeated,

‘Raymond! Raymond! Thou art mine!

Raymond! Raymond! I am thine! &c.—’

She then dropped my hand, quitted the chamber with slow steps, and the

Door closed after her. Till that moment the faculties of my body had

been all suspended; Those of my mind had alone been waking. The charm

now ceased to operate: The blood which had been frozen in my veins

rushed back to my heart with violence: I uttered a deep groan, and sank

lifeless upon my pillow.

The adjoining room was only separated from mine by a thin partition: It

was occupied by the Host and his Wife: The Former was rouzed by my

groan, and immediately hastened to my chamber: The Hostess soon

followed him. With some difficulty they succeeded in restoring me to my

senses, and immediately sent for the Physician, who arrived in all

diligence. He declared my fever to be very much increased, and that if

I continued to suffer such violent agitation, He would not take upon

him to ensure my life. Some medicines which He gave me in some degree

tranquillized my spirits. I fell into a sort of slumber towards

daybreak; But fearful dreams prevented me from deriving any benefit

from my repose. Agnes and the Bleeding Nun presented themselves by

turns to my fancy, and combined to harass and torment me. I awoke

fatigued and unrefreshed. My fever seemed rather augmented than

diminished; The agitation of my mind impeded my fractured bones from

knitting: I had frequent fainting fits, and during the whole day the

Physician judged it expedient not to quit me for two hours together.

The singularity of my adventure made me determine to conceal it from

every one, since I could not expect that a circumstance so strange

should gain credit. I was very uneasy about Agnes. I knew not what She

would think at not finding me at the rendezvous, and dreaded her

entertaining suspicions of my fidelity. However, I depended upon

Theodore’s discretion, and trusted that my letter to the Baroness would

convince her of the rectitude of my intentions. These considerations

somewhat lightened my inquietude upon her account: But the impression

left upon my mind by my nocturnal Visitor grew stronger with every

succeeding moment. The night drew near; I dreaded its arrival. Yet I

strove to persuade myself that the Ghost would appear no more, and at

all events I desired that a Servant might sit up in my chamber.

The fatigue of my body from not having slept on the former night,

co-operating with the strong opiates administered to me in profusion,

at length procured me that repose of which I was so much in need. I

sank into a profound and tranquil slumber, and had already slept for

some hours, when the neighbouring Clock rouzed me by striking “One”.

Its sound brought with it to my memory all the horrors of the night

before. The same cold shivering seized me. I started up in my bed, and

perceived the Servant fast asleep in an armed-Chair near me. I called

him by his name: He made no answer. I shook him forcibly by the arm,

and strove in vain to wake him. He was perfectly insensible to my

efforts. I now heard the heavy steps ascending the staircase; The Door

was thrown open, and again the Bleeding Nun stood before me. Once more

my limbs were chained in second infancy. Once more I heard those fatal

words repeated,

‘Raymond! Raymond! Thou art mine!

Raymond! Raymond! I am thine! &c.——’

The scene which had shocked me so sensibly on the former night, was

again presented. The Spectre again pressed her lips to mine, again

touched me with her rotting fingers, and as on her first appearance,

quitted the chamber as soon as the Clock told “Two.”

Even night was this repeated. Far from growing accustomed to the Ghost,

every succeeding visit inspired me with greater horror. Her idea

pursued me continually, and I became the prey of habitual melancholy.

The constant agitation of my mind naturally retarded the

re-establishment of my health. Several months elapsed before I was able

to quit my bed; and when at length I was moved to a Sopha, I was so

faint, spiritless, and emaciated, that I could not cross the room

without assistance. The looks of my Attendants sufficiently denoted the

little hope, which they entertained of my recovery. The profound

sadness, which oppressed me without remission made the Physician

consider me to be an Hypochondriac. The cause of my distress I

carefully concealed in my own bosom, for I knew that no one could give

me relief: The Ghost was not even visible to any eye but mine. I had

frequently caused Attendants to sit up in my room: But the moment that

the Clock struck “One,” irresistible slumber seized them, nor left them

till the departure of the Ghost.

You may be surprized that during this time I made no enquiries after

your Sister. Theodore, who with difficulty had discovered my abode, had

quieted my apprehensions for her safety: At the same time He convinced

me that all attempts to release her from captivity must be fruitless

till I should be in a condition to return to Spain. The particulars of

her adventure which I shall now relate to you, were partly communicated

to me by Theodore, and partly by Agnes herself.

On the fatal night when her elopement was to have taken place, accident

had not permitted her to quit her chamber at the appointed time. At

length She ventured into the haunted room, descended the staircase

leading into the Hall, found the Gates open as She expected, and left

the Castle unobserved. What was her surprize at not finding me ready to

receive her! She examined the Cavern, ranged through every Alley of the

neighbouring wood, and passed two full hours in this fruitless enquiry.

She could discover no traces either of me or of the Carriage. Alarmed

and disappointed, her only resource was to return to the Castle before

the Baroness missed her: But here She found herself in a fresh

embarrassment. The Bell had already tolled “Two:” The Ghostly hour was

past, and the careful Porter had locked the folding gates. After much

irresolution She ventured to knock softly. Luckily for her, Conrad was

still awake: He heard the noise and rose, murmuring at being called up

a second time. No sooner had He opened one of the Doors, and beheld the

supposed Apparition waiting there for admittance, than He uttered a

loud cry, and sank upon his knees. Agnes profited by his terror. She

glided by him, flew to her own apartment, and having thrown off her

Spectre’s trappings, retired to bed endeavouring in vain to account for

my disappearing.

In the mean while Theodore having seen my Carriage drive off with the

false Agnes, returned joyfully to the Village. The next morning He

released Cunegonda from her confinement, and accompanied her to the

Castle. There He found the Baron, his Lady, and Don Gaston, disputing

together upon the Porter’s relation. All of them agreed in believing

the existence of Spectres: But the Latter contended, that for a Ghost

to knock for admittance was a proceeding till then unwitnessed, and

totally incompatible with the immaterial nature of a Spirit. They were

still discussing this subject when the Page appeared with Cunegonda and

cleared up the mystery. On hearing his deposition, it was agreed

unanimously that the Agnes whom Theodore had seen step into my Carriage

must have been the Bleeding Nun, and that the Ghost who had terrified

Conrad was no other than Don Gaston’s Daughter.

The first surprize which this discovery occasioned being over, the

Baroness resolved to make it of use in persuading her Niece to take the

veil. Fearing lest so advantageous an establishment for his Daughter

should induce Don Gaston to renounce his resolution, She suppressed my

letter, and continued to represent me as a needy unknown Adventurer. A

childish vanity had led me to conceal my real name even from my

Mistress; I wished to be loved for myself, not for being the Son and

Heir of the Marquis de las Cisternas. The consequence was that my rank

was known to no one in the Castle except the Baroness, and She took

good care to confine the knowledge to her own breast. Don Gaston having

approved his Sister’s design, Agnes was summoned to appear before them.

She was taxed with having meditated an elopement, obliged to make a

full confession, and was amazed at the gentleness with which it was

received: But what was her affliction, when informed that the failure

of her project must be attributed to me! Cunegonda, tutored by the

Baroness, told her that when I released her, I had desired her to

inform her Lady that our connexion was at an end, that the whole affair

was occasioned by a false report, and that it by no means suited my

circumstances to marry a Woman without fortune or expectations.

To this account my sudden disappearing gave but too great an air of

probability. Theodore, who could have contradicted the story, by Donna

Rodolpha’s order was kept out of her sight: What proved a still greater

confirmation of my being an Impostor, was the arrival of a letter from

yourself declaring that you had no sort of acquaintance with Alphonso

d’Alvarada. These seeming proofs of my perfidy, aided by the artful

insinuations of her Aunt, by Cunegonda’s flattery, and her Father’s

threats and anger, entirely conquered your Sister’s repugnance to a

Convent. Incensed at my behaviour, and disgusted with the world in

general, She consented to receive the veil. She past another Month at

the Castle of Lindenberg, during which my non-appearance confirmed her

in her resolution, and then accompanied Don Gaston into Spain. Theodore

was now set at liberty. He hastened to Munich, where I had promised to

let him hear from me; But finding from Lucas that I had never arrived

there, He pursued his search with indefatigable perseverance, and at

length succeeded in rejoining me at Ratisbon.

So much was I altered, that scarcely could He recollect my features:

The distress visible upon his sufficiently testified how lively was the

interest which He felt for me. The society of this amiable Boy, whom I

had always considered rather as a Companion than a Servant, was now my

only comfort. His conversation was gay yet sensible, and his

observations shrewd and entertaining: He had picked up much more

knowledge than is usual at his Age: But what rendered him most

agreeable to me, was his having a delightful voice, and some skill in

Music. He had also acquired some taste in poetry, and even ventured

sometimes to write verses himself. He occasionally composed little

Ballads in Spanish, his compositions were but indifferent, I must

confess; yet they were pleasing to me from their novelty, and hearing

him sing them to his guitar was the only amusement, which I was capable

of receiving. Theodore perceived well enough that something preyed upon

my mind; But as I concealed the cause of my grief even from him,

Respect would not permit him to pry into my secrets.

One Evening I was lying upon my Sopha, plunged in reflections very far

from agreeable: Theodore amused himself by observing from the window a

Battle between two Postillions, who were quarrelling in the Inn-yard.

“Ha! Ha!” cried He suddenly; “Yonder is the Great Mogul.”

“Who?” said I.

“Only a Man who made me a strange speech at Munich.”

“What was the purport of it?”

“Now you put me in mind of it, Segnor, it was a kind of message to you;

but truly it was not worth delivering. I believe the Fellow to be mad,

for my part. When I came to Munich in search of you, I found him living

at “The King of the Romans,” and the Host gave me an odd account of

him. By his accent He is supposed to be a Foreigner, but of what

Country nobody can tell. He seemed to have no acquaintance in the Town,

spoke very seldom, and never was seen to smile. He had neither Servants

or Baggage; But his Purse seemed well-furnished, and He did much good

in the Town. Some supposed him to be an Arabian Astrologer, Others to

be a Travelling Mountebank, and many declared that He was Doctor

Faustus, whom the Devil had sent back to Germany. The Landlord, however

told me, that He had the best reasons to believe him to be the Great

Mogul incognito.”

“But the strange speech, Theodore.”

“True, I had almost forgotten the speech: Indeed for that matter, it

would not have been a great loss if I had forgotten it altogether. You

are to know, Segnor, that while I was enquiring about you of the

Landlord, this Stranger passed by. He stopped, and looked at me

earnestly. “Youth!” said He in a solemn voice, “He whom you seek, has

found that which He would fain lose. My hand alone can dry up the

blood: Bid your Master wish for me when the Clock strikes, “One.”

“How?” cried I, starting from my Sopha. (The words which Theodore had

repeated, seemed to imply the Stranger’s knowledge of my secret) “Fly

to him, my Boy! Entreat him to grant me one moment’s conversation!”

Theodore was surprised at the vivacity of my manner: However, He asked

no questions, but hastened to obey me. I waited his return impatiently.

But a short space of time had elapsed when He again appeared and

ushered the expected Guest into my chamber. He was a Man of majestic

presence: His countenance was strongly marked, and his eyes were large,

black, and sparkling: Yet there was a something in his look which, the

moment that I saw him, inspired me with a secret awe, not to say

horror. He was drest plainly, his hair was unpowdered, and a band of

black velvet which encircled his forehead spread over his features an

additional gloom. His countenance wore the marks of profound

melancholy; his step was slow, and his manner grave, stately, and

solemn.

He saluted me with politeness; and having replied to the usual

compliments of introduction, He motioned to Theodore to quit the

chamber. The Page instantly withdrew.

“I know your business,” said He, without giving me time to speak.

“I have the power of releasing you from your nightly Visitor; But this

cannot be done before Sunday. On the hour when the Sabbath Morning

breaks, Spirits of darkness have least influence over Mortals. After

Saturday the Nun shall visit you no more.”

“May I not enquire,” said I, “by what means you are in possession of a

secret which I have carefully concealed from the knowledge of

everyone?”

“How can I be ignorant of your distress, when their cause at this

moment stands beside you?”

I started. The Stranger continued.

“Though to you only visible for one hour in the twenty-four, neither

day or night does She ever quit you; Nor will She ever quit you till

you have granted her request.”

“And what is that request?”

“That She must herself explain: It lies not in my knowledge. Wait with

patience for the night of Saturday: All shall be then cleared up.”

I dared not press him further. He soon after changed the conversation

and talked of various matters. He named People who had ceased to exist

for many Centuries, and yet with whom He appeared to have been

personally acquainted. I could not mention a Country however distant

which He had not visited, nor could I sufficiently admire the extent

and variety of his information. I remarked to him that having

travelled, seen, and known so much, must have given him infinite

pleasure. He shook his head mournfully.

“No one,” He replied, “is adequate to comprehending the misery of my

lot! Fate obliges me to be constantly in movement: I am not permitted

to pass more than a fortnight in the same place. I have no Friend in

the world, and from the restlessness of my destiny I never can acquire

one. Fain would I lay down my miserable life, for I envy those who

enjoy the quiet of the Grave: But Death eludes me, and flies from my

embrace. In vain do I throw myself in the way of danger. I plunge into

the Ocean; The Waves throw me back with abhorrence upon the shore: I

rush into fire; The flames recoil at my approach: I oppose myself to

the fury of Banditti; Their swords become blunted, and break against my

breast: The hungry Tiger shudders at my approach, and the Alligator

flies from a Monster more horrible than itself. God has set his seal

upon me, and all his Creatures respect this fatal mark!”

He put his hand to the velvet, which was bound round his forehead.

There was in his eyes an expression of fury, despair, and malevolence,

that struck horror to my very soul. An involuntary convulsion made me

shudder. The Stranger perceived it.

“Such is the curse imposed on me,” he continued: “I am doomed to

inspire all who look on me with terror and detestation. You already

feel the influence of the charm, and with every succeeding moment will

feel it more. I will not add to your sufferings by my presence.

Farewell till Saturday. As soon as the Clock strikes twelve, expect me

at your chamber door.”

Having said this He departed, leaving me in astonishment at the

mysterious turn of his manner and conversation.

His assurances that I should soon be relieved from the Apparition’s

visits produced a good effect upon my constitution. Theodore, whom I

rather treated as an adopted Child than a Domestic, was surprized at

his return to observe the amendment in my looks. He congratulated me on

this symptom of returning health, and declared himself delighted at my

having received so much benefit from my conference with the Great

Mogul. Upon enquiry I found that the Stranger had already past eight

days in Ratisbon: According to his own account, therefore, He was only

to remain there six days longer. Saturday was still at the distance of

Three. Oh! with what impatience did I expect its arrival! In the

interim, the Bleeding Nun continued her nocturnal visits; But hoping

soon to be released from them altogether, the effects which they

produced on me became less violent than before.

The wished-for night arrived. To avoid creating suspicion I retired to

bed at my usual hour: But as soon as my Attendants had left me, I

dressed myself again, and prepared for the Stranger’s reception. He

entered my room upon the turn of midnight. A small Chest was in his

hand, which He placed near the Stove. He saluted me without speaking; I

returned the compliment, observing an equal silence. He then opened his

Chest. The first thing which He produced was a small wooden Crucifix:

He sank upon his knees, gazed upon it mournfully, and cast his eyes

towards heaven. He seemed to be praying devoutly. At length He bowed

his head respectfully, kissed the Crucifix thrice, and quitted his

kneeling posture. He next drew from the Chest a covered Goblet: With

the liquor which it contained, and which appeared to be blood, He

sprinkled the floor, and then dipping in it one end of the Crucifix, He

described a circle in the middle of the room. Round about this He

placed various reliques, sculls, thigh-bones &c; I observed, that He

disposed them all in the forms of Crosses. Lastly He took out a large

Bible, and beckoned me to follow him into the Circle. I obeyed.

“Be cautious not to utter a syllable!” whispered the Stranger; “Step

not out of the circle, and as you love yourself, dare not to look upon

my face!”

Holding the Crucifix in one hand, the Bible in the other, He seemed to

read with profound attention. The Clock struck “One”! As usual I heard

the Spectre’s steps upon the Staircase: But I was not seized with the

accustomed shivering. I waited her approach with confidence. She

entered the room, drew near the Circle, and stopped. The Stranger

muttered some words, to me unintelligible. Then raising his head from

the Book, and extending the Crucifix towards the Ghost, He pronounced

in a voice distinct and solemn,

“Beatrice! Beatrice! Beatrice!”

“What wouldst Thou?” replied the Apparition in a hollow faltering tone.

“What disturbs thy sleep? Why dost thou afflict and torture this Youth?

How can rest be restored to thy unquiet Spirit?”

“I dare not tell!—I must not tell!—Fain would I repose in my Grave, but

stern commands force me to prolong my punishment!”

“Knowest Thou this blood? Knowest Thou in whose veins it flowed?

Beatrice! Beatrice! In his name I charge thee to answer me!”

“I dare not disobey my taskers.”

“Darest Thou disobey Me?”

He spoke in a commanding tone, and drew the sable band from his

forehead. In spite of his injunctions to the contrary, Curiosity would

not suffer me to keep my eyes off his face: I raised them, and beheld a

burning Cross impressed upon his brow. For the horror with which this

object inspired me I cannot account, but I never felt its equal! My

senses left me for some moments; A mysterious dread overcame my

courage, and had not the Exorciser caught my hand, I should have fallen

out of the Circle.

When I recovered myself, I perceived that the burning Cross had

produced an effect no less violent upon the Spectre. Her countenance

expressed reverence, and horror, and her visionary limbs were shaken by

fear.

“Yes!” She said at length; “I tremble at that mark!—respect it!—I obey

you! Know then, that my bones lie still unburied: They rot in the

obscurity of Lindenberg Hole. None but this Youth has the right of

consigning them to the Grave. His own lips have made over to me his

body and his soul: Never will I give back his promise, never shall He

know a night devoid of terror, unless He engages to collect my

mouldering bones, and deposit them in the family vault of his

Andalusian Castle. Then let thirty Masses be said for the repose of my

Spirit, and I trouble this world no more. Now let me depart! Those

flames are scorching!”

He let the hand drop slowly which held the Crucifix, and which till

then He had pointed towards her. The apparition bowed her head, and her

form melted into air. The Exorciser led me out of the Circle. He

replaced the Bible &c. in the Chest, and then addressed himself to me,

who stood near him speechless from astonishment.

“Don Raymond, you have heard the conditions on which repose is promised

you. Be it your business to fulfil them to the letter. For me nothing

more remains than to clear up the darkness still spread over the

Spectre’s History, and inform you that when living, Beatrice bore the

name of las Cisternas. She was the great Aunt of your Grandfather: In

quality of your relation, her ashes demand respect from you, though the

enormity of her crimes must excite your abhorrence. The nature of those

crimes no one is more capable of explaining to you than myself: I was

personally acquainted with the holy Man who proscribed her nocturnal

riots in the Castle of Lindenberg, and I hold this narrative from his

own lips.

“Beatrice de las Cisternas took the veil at an early age, not by her

own choice, but at the express command of her Parents. She was then too

young to regret the pleasures of which her profession deprived her: But

no sooner did her warm and voluptuous character begin to be developed

than She abandoned herself freely to the impulse of her passions, and

seized the first opportunity to procure their gratification. This

opportunity was at length presented, after many obstacles which only

added new force to her desires. She contrived to elope from the

Convent, and fled to Germany with the Baron Lindenberg. She lived at

his Castle several months as his avowed Concubine: All Bavaria was

scandalized by her impudent and abandoned conduct. Her feasts vied in

luxury with Cleopatra’s, and Lindenberg became the Theatre of the most

unbridled debauchery. Not satisfied with displaying the incontinence of

a Prostitute, She professed herself an Atheist: She took every

opportunity to scoff at her monastic vows, and loaded with ridicule the

most sacred ceremonies of Religion.

“Possessed of a character so depraved, She did not long confine her

affections to one object. Soon after her arrival at the Castle, the

Baron’s younger Brother attracted her notice by his strong-marked

features, gigantic Stature, and Herculean limbs. She was not of an

humour to keep her inclinations long unknown; But She found in Otto von

Lindenberg her equal in depravity. He returned her passion just

sufficiently to increase it; and when He had worked it up to the

desired pitch, He fixed the price of his love at his Brother’s murder.

The Wretch consented to this horrible agreement. A night was pitched

upon for perpetrating the deed. Otto, who resided on a small Estate a

few miles distant from the Castle, promised that at One in the morning

He would be waiting for her at Lindenberg Hole; that He would bring

with him a party of chosen Friends, by whose aid He doubted not being

able to make himself Master of the Castle; and that his next step

should be the uniting her hand to his. It was this last promise, which

overruled every scruple of Beatrice, since in spite of his affection

for her, the Baron had declared positively that He never would make her

his Wife.

“The fatal night arrived. The Baron slept in the arms of his perfidious

Mistress, when the Castle-Bell struck “One.” Immediately Beatrice drew

a dagger from underneath the pillow, and plunged it in her Paramour’s

heart. The Baron uttered a single dreadful groan, and expired. The

Murderess quitted her bed hastily, took a Lamp in one hand, in the

other the bloody dagger, and bent her course towards the cavern. The

Porter dared not to refuse opening the Gates to one more dreaded in the

Castle than its Master. Beatrice reached Lindenberg Hole unopposed,

where according to promise She found Otto waiting for her. He received

and listened to her narrative with transport: But ere She had time to

ask why He came unaccompanied, He convinced her that He wished for no

witnesses to their interview. Anxious to conceal his share in the

murder, and to free himself from a Woman, whose violent and atrocious

character made him tremble with reason for his own safety, He had

resolved on the destruction of his wretched Agent. Rushing upon her

suddenly, He wrested the dagger from her hand: He plunged it still

reeking with his Brother’s blood in her bosom, and put an end to her

existence by repeated blows.

“Otto now succeeded to the Barony of Lindenberg. The murder was

attributed solely to the fugitive Nun, and no one suspected him to have

persuaded her to the action. But though his crime was unpunished by

Man, God’s justice permitted him not to enjoy in peace his

blood-stained honours. Her bones lying still unburied in the Cave, the

restless soul of Beatrice continued to inhabit the Castle. Drest in her

religious habit in memory of her vows broken to heaven, furnished with

the dagger which had drank the blood of her Paramour, and holding the

Lamp which had guided her flying steps, every night did She stand

before the Bed of Otto. The most dreadful confusion reigned through the

Castle; The vaulted chambers resounded with shrieks and groans; And the

Spectre, as She ranged along the antique Galleries, uttered an

incoherent mixture of prayers and blasphemies. Otto was unable to

withstand the shock which He felt at this fearful Vision: Its horror

increased with every succeeding appearance: His alarm at length became

so insupportable that his heart burst, and one morning He was found in

his bed totally deprived of warmth and animation. His death did not put

an end to the nocturnal riots. The bones of Beatrice continued to lie

unburied, and her Ghost continued to haunt the Castle.

“The domains of Lindenberg now fell to a distant Relation. But

terrified by the accounts given him of the Bleeding Nun (So was the

Spectre called by the multitude), the new Baron called to his

assistance a celebrated Exorciser. This holy Man succeeded in obliging

her to temporary repose; But though She discovered to him her history,

He was not permitted to reveal it to others, or cause her skeleton to

be removed to hallowed ground. That Office was reserved for you, and

till your coming, her Ghost was doomed to wander about the Castle and

lament the crime which She had there committed. However, the Exorciser

obliged her to silence during his lifetime. So long as He existed, the

haunted chamber was shut up, and the Spectre was invisible. At his

death which happened in five years after, She again appeared, but only

once on every fifth year, on the same day and at the same hour when She

plunged her Knife in the heart of her sleeping Lover: She then visited

the Cavern which held her mouldering skeleton, returned to the Castle

as soon as the Clock struck “Two,” and was seen no more till the next

five years had elapsed.

“She was doomed to suffer during the space of a Century. That period is

past. Nothing now remains but to consign to the Grave the ashes of

Beatrice. I have been the means of releasing you from your visionary

Tormentor; and amidst all the sorrows which oppress me, to think that I

have been of use to you, is some consolation. Youth, farewell! May the

Ghost of your Relation enjoy that rest in the Tomb, which the

Almighty’s vengeance has denied to me for ever!”

Here the Stranger prepared to quit the apartment.

“Stay yet one moment!” said I; “You have satisfied my curiosity with

regard to the Spectre, but you leave me in prey to yet greater

respecting yourself. Deign to inform me, to whom I am under such real

obligations. You mention circumstances long past, and persons long

dead: You were personally acquainted with the Exorciser, who by your

own account has been deceased near a Century. How am I to account for

this? What means that burning Cross upon your forehead, and why did the

sight of it strike such horror to my soul?”

On these points He for some time refused to satisfy me. At length

overcome by my entreaties, He consented to clear up the whole, on

condition that I would defer his explanation till the next day. With

this request I was obliged to comply, and He left me. In the Morning my

first care was to enquire after the mysterious Stranger. Conceive my

disappointment when informed that He had already quitted Ratisbon. I

dispatched messengers in pursuit of him but in vain. No traces of the

Fugitive were discovered. Since that moment I never have heard any more

of him, and ’tis most probable that I never shall.”

(Lorenzo here interrupted his Friend’s narrative.

“How?” said He; “You have never discovered who He was, or even formed a

guess?”

“Pardon me,” replied the Marquis; “When I related this adventure to my

Uncle, the Cardinal-Duke, He told me that He had no doubt of this

singular Man’s being the celebrated Character known universally by the

name of “the wandering Jew.” His not being permitted to pass more than

fourteen days on the same spot, the burning Cross impressed upon his

forehead, the effect which it produced upon the Beholders, and many

other circumstances give this supposition the colour of truth. The

Cardinal is fully persuaded of it; and for my own part I am inclined to

adopt the only solution which offers itself to this riddle. I return to

the narrative from which I have digressed.”)

From this period I recovered my health so rapidly as to astonish my

Physicians. The Bleeding Nun appeared no more, and I was soon able to

set out for Lindenberg. The Baron received me with open arms. I

confided to him the sequel of my adventure; and He was not a little

pleased to find that his Mansion would be no longer troubled with the

Phantom’s quiennial visits. I was sorry to perceive that absence had

not weakened Donna Rodolpha’s imprudent passion. In a private

conversation which I had with her during my short stay at the Castle,

She renewed her attempts to persuade me to return her affection.

Regarding her as the primary cause of all my sufferings, I entertained

for her no other sentiment than disgust. The Skeleton of Beatrice was

found in the place which She had mentioned. This being all that I

sought at Lindenberg, I hastened to quit the Baron’s domains, equally

anxious to perform the obsequies of the murdered Nun, and escape the

importunity of a Woman whom I detested. I departed, followed by Donna

Rodolpha’s menaces that my contempt should not be long unpunished.

I now bent my course towards Spain with all diligence. Lucas with my

Baggage had joined me during my abode at Lindenberg. I arrived in my

native Country without any accident, and immediately proceeded to my

Father’s Castle in Andalusia. The remains of Beatrice were deposited in

the family vault, all due ceremonies performed, and the number of

Masses said which She had required. Nothing now hindered me from

employing all my endeavours to discover the retreat of Agnes. The

Baroness had assured me that her Niece had already taken the veil: This

intelligence I suspected to have been forged by jealousy, and hoped to

find my Mistress still at liberty to accept my hand. I enquired after

her family; I found that before her Daughter could reach Madrid, Donna

Inesilla was no more: You, my dear Lorenzo, were said to be abroad, but

where I could not discover: Your Father was in a distant Province on a

visit to the Duke de Medina, and as to Agnes, no one could or would

inform me what was become of her. Theodore, according to promise, had

returned to Strasbourg, where He found his Grandfather dead, and

Marguerite in possession of his fortune. All her persuasions to remain

with her were fruitless: He quitted her a second time, and followed me

to Madrid. He exerted himself to the utmost in forwarding my search:

But our united endeavours were unattended by success. The retreat which

concealed Agnes remained an impenetrable mystery, and I began to

abandon all hopes of recovering her.

About eight months ago I was returning to my Hotel in a melancholy

humour, having past the evening at the Play-House. The Night was dark,

and I was unaccompanied. Plunged in reflections which were far from

being agreeable, I perceived not that three Men had followed me from

the Theatre; till, on turning into an unfrequented Street, they all

attacked me at the same time with the utmost fury. I sprang back a few

paces, drew my sword, and threw my cloak over my left arm. The

obscurity of the night was in my favour. For the most part the blows of

the Assassins, being aimed at random, failed to touch me. I at length

was fortunate enough to lay one of my Adversaries at my feet; But

before this I had already received so many wounds, and was so warmly

pressed, that my destruction would have been inevitable, had not the

clashing of swords called a Cavalier to my assistance. He ran towards

me with his sword drawn: Several Domestics followed him with torches.

His arrival made the combat equal: Yet would not the Bravoes abandon

their design till the Servants were on the point of joining us. They

then fled away, and we lost them in the obscurity.

The Stranger now addressed himself to me with politeness, and enquired

whether I was wounded. Faint with the loss of blood, I could scarcely

thank him for his seasonable aid, and entreat him to let some of his

Servants convey me to the Hotel de las Cisternas. I no sooner mentioned

the name than He profest himself an acquaintance of my Father’s, and

declared that He would not permit my being transported to such a

distance before my wounds had been examined. He added that his House

was hard by, and begged me to accompany him thither. His manner was so

earnest, that I could not reject his offer, and leaning upon his arm, a

few minutes brought me to the Porch of a magnificent Hotel.

On entering the House, an old grey-headed Domestic came to welcome my

Conductor: He enquired when the Duke, his Master, meant to quit the

Country, and was answered that He would remain there yet some months.

My Deliverer then desired the family Surgeon to be summoned without

delay. His orders were obeyed. I was seated upon a Sopha in a noble

apartment; and my wounds being examined, they were declared to be very

slight. The Surgeon, however, advised me not to expose myself to the

night air; and the Stranger pressed me so earnestly to take a bed in

his House, that I consented to remain where I was for the present.

Being now left alone with my Deliverer, I took the opportunity of

thanking him in more express terms, than I had done hitherto: But He

begged me to be silent upon the subject.

“I esteem myself happy,” said He, “in having had it in my power to

render you this little service; and I shall think myself eternally

obliged to my Daughter for detaining me so late at the Convent of St.

Clare. The high esteem in which I have ever held the Marquis de las

Cisternas, though accident has not permitted our being so intimate as I

could wish, makes me rejoice in the opportunity of making his Son’s

acquaintance. I am certain that my Brother in whose House you now are,

will lament his not being at Madrid to receive you himself: But in the

Duke’s absence I am Master of the family, and may assure you in his

name, that every thing in the Hotel de Medina is perfectly at your

disposal.”

Conceive my surprize, Lorenzo, at discovering in the person of my

Preserver Don Gaston de Medina: It was only to be equalled by my secret

satisfaction at the assurance that Agnes inhabited the Convent of St.

Clare. This latter sensation was not a little weakened, when in answer

to my seemingly indifferent questions He told me that his Daughter had

really taken the veil. I suffered not my grief at this circumstance to

take root in my mind: I flattered myself with the idea that my Uncle’s

credit at the Court of Rome would remove this obstacle, and that

without difficulty I should obtain for my Mistress a dispensation from

her vows. Buoyed up with this hope I calmed the uneasiness of my bosom;

and I redoubled my endeavours to appear grateful for the attention and

pleased with the society of Don Gaston.

A Domestic now entered the room, and informed me that the Bravo whom I

had wounded discovered some signs of life. I desired that He might be

carried to my Father’s Hotel, and that as soon as He recovered his

voice, I would examine him respecting his reasons for attempting my

life. I was answered that He was already able to speak, though with

difficulty: Don Gaston’s curiosity made him press me to interrogate the

Assassin in his presence, but this curiosity I was by no means inclined

to gratify. One reason was, that doubting from whence the blow came, I

was unwilling to place before Don Gaston’s eyes the guilt of a Sister:

Another was, that I feared to be recognized for Alphonso d’Alvarada,

and precautions taken in consequence to keep me from the sight of

Agnes. To avow my passion for his Daughter, and endeavour to make him

enter into my schemes, what I knew of Don Gaston’s character convinced

me would be an imprudent step: and considering it to be essential that

He should know me for no other than the Condé de las Cisternas, I was

determined not to let him hear the Bravo’s confession. I insinuated to

him, that as I suspected a Lady to be concerned in the Business, whose

name might accidentally escape from the Assassin, it was necessary for

me to examine the Man in private. Don Gaston’s delicacy would not

permit his urging the point any longer, and in consequence the Bravo

was conveyed to my Hotel.

The next Morning I took leave of my Host, who was to return to the Duke

on the same day. My wounds had been so trifling that, except being

obliged to wear my arm in a sling for a short time, I felt no

inconvenience from the night’s adventure. The Surgeon who examined the

Bravo’s wound declared it to be mortal: He had just time to confess

that He had been instigated to murder me by the revengeful Donna

Rodolpha, and expired in a few minutes after.

All my thoughts were now bent upon getting to the speech of my lovely

Nun. Theodore set himself to work, and for this time with better

success. He attacked the Gardener of St. Clare so forcibly with bribes

and promises that the Old Man was entirely gained over to my interests;

and it was settled that I should be introduced into the Convent in the

character of his Assistant. The plan was put into execution without

delay. Disguised in a common habit, and a black patch covering one of

my eyes, I was presented to the Lady Prioress, who condescended to

approve of the Gardener’s choice. I immediately entered upon my

employment. Botany having been a favourite study with me, I was by no

means at a loss in my new station. For some days I continued to work in

the Convent Garden without meeting the Object of my disguise: On the

fourth Morning I was more successful. I heard the voice of Agnes, and

was speeding towards the sound, when the sight of the Domina stopped

me. I drew back with caution, and concealed myself behind a thick clump

of Trees.

The Prioress advanced and seated herself with Agnes on a Bench at no

great distance. I heard her in an angry tone blame her Companion’s

continual melancholy: She told her that to weep the loss of any Lover

in her situation was a crime; But that to weep the loss of a faithless

one was folly and absurdity in the extreme. Agnes replied in so low a

voice that I could not distinguish her words, but I perceived that She

used terms of gentleness and submission. The conversation was

interrupted by the arrival of a young Pensioner who informed the Domina

that She was waited for in the Parlour. The old Lady rose, kissed the

cheek of Agnes, and retired. The newcomer remained. Agnes spoke much to

her in praise of somebody whom I could not make out, but her Auditor

seemed highly delighted, and interested by the conversation. The Nun

showed her several letters; the Other perused them with evident

pleasure, obtained permission to copy them, and withdrew for that

purpose to my great satisfaction.

No sooner was She out of sight, than I quitted my concealment. Fearing

to alarm my lovely Mistress, I drew near her gently, intending to

discover myself by degrees. But who for a moment can deceive the eyes

of love? She raised her head at my approach, and recognised me in spite

of my disguise at a single glance. She rose hastily from her seat with

an exclamation of surprize, and attempted to retire; But I followed

her, detained her, and entreated to be heard. Persuaded of my falsehood

She refused to listen to me, and ordered me positively to quit the

Garden. It was now my turn to refuse. I protested that however

dangerous might be the consequences, I would not leave her till She had

heard my justification. I assured her that She had been deceived by the

artifices of her Relations; that I could convince her beyond the power

of doubt that my passion had been pure and disinterested; and I asked

her what should induce me to seek her in the Convent, were I influenced

by the selfish motives which my Enemies had ascribed to me.

My prayers, my arguments, and vows not to quit her, till She had

promised to listen to me, united to her fears lest the Nuns should see

me with her, to her natural curiosity, and to the affection which She

still felt for me in spite of my supposed desertion, at length

prevailed. She told me that to grant my request at that moment was

impossible; But She engaged to be in the same spot at eleven that

night, and to converse with me for the last time. Having obtained this

promise I released her hand, and She fled back with rapidity towards

the Convent.

I communicated my success to my Ally, the old Gardener: He pointed out

an hiding place where I might shelter myself till night without fear of

a discovery. Thither I betook myself at the hour when I ought to have

retired with my supposed Master, and waited impatiently for the

appointed time. The chillness of the night was in my favour, since it

kept the other Nuns confined to their Cells. Agnes alone was insensible

of the inclemency of the Air, and before eleven joined me at the spot

which had witnessed our former interview. Secure from interruption, I

related to her the true cause of my disappearing on the fatal fifth of

May. She was evidently much affected by my narrative: When it was

concluded, She confessed the injustice of her suspicions, and blamed

herself for having taken the veil through despair at my ingratitude.

“But now it is too late to repine!” She added; “The die is thrown: I

have pronounced my vows, and dedicated myself to the service of heaven.

I am sensible, how ill I am calculated for a Convent. My disgust at a

monastic life increases daily: Ennui and discontent are my constant

Companions; and I will not conceal from you that the passion which I

formerly felt for one so near being my Husband is not yet extinguished

in my bosom. But we must part! Insuperable Barriers divide us from each

other, and on this side the Grave we must never meet again!”

I now exerted myself to prove that our union was not so impossible as

She seemed to think it. I vaunted to her the Cardinal-Duke of Lerma’s

influence at the Court of Rome: I assured her that I should easily

obtain a dispensation from her vows; and I doubted not but Don Gaston

would coincide with my views, when informed of my real name and long

attachment. Agnes replied that since I encouraged such an hope, I could

know but little of her Father. Liberal and kind in every other respect,

Superstition formed the only stain upon his character. Upon this head

He was inflexible; He sacrificed his dearest interests to his scruples,

and would consider it an insult to suppose him capable of authorising

his daughter to break her vows to heaven.

“But suppose,” said I interrupting her; “Suppose that He should

disapprove of our union; Let him remain ignorant of my proceedings,

till I have rescued you from the prison in which you are now confined.

Once my Wife, you are free from his authority: I need from him no

pecuniary assistance; and when He sees his resentment to be unavailing,

He will doubtless restore you to his favour. But let the worst happen;

Should Don Gaston be irreconcileable, my Relations will vie with each

other in making you forget his loss: and you will find in my Father a

substitute for the Parent of whom I shall deprive you.”

“Don Raymond,” replied Agnes in a firm and resolute voice, “I love my

Father: He has treated me harshly in this one instance; but I have

received from him in every other so many proofs of love that his

affection is become necessary to my existence. Were I to quit the

Convent, He never would forgive me; nor can I think that on his

deathbed He would leave me his curse, without shuddering at the very

idea. Besides, I am conscious myself, that my vows are binding:

Wilfully did I contract my engagement with heaven; I cannot break it

without a crime. Then banish from your mind the idea of our being ever

united. I am devoted to religion; and however I may grieve at our

separation, I would oppose obstacles myself, to what I feel would

render me guilty.”

I strove to overrule these ill-grounded scruples: We were still

disputing upon the subject, when the Convent Bell summoned the Nuns to

Matins. Agnes was obliged to attend them; But She left me not till I

had compelled her to promise that on the following night She would be

at the same place at the same hour. These meetings continued for

several Weeks uninterrupted; and ’tis now, Lorenzo, that I must implore

your indulgence. Reflect upon our situation, our youth, our long

attachment: Weigh all the circumstances which attended our

assignations, and you will confess the temptation to have been

irresistible; you will even pardon me when I acknowledge, that in an

unguarded moment, the honour of Agnes was sacrificed to my passion.”

(Lorenzo’s eyes sparkled with fury: A deep crimson spread itself over

his face. He started from his seat, and attempted to draw his sword.

The Marquis was aware of his movement, and caught his hand: He pressed

it affectionately.

“My Friend! My Brother! Hear me to the conclusion! Till then restrain

your passion, and be at least convinced, that if what I have related is

criminal, the blame must fall upon me, and not upon your Sister.”

Lorenzo suffered himself to be prevailed upon by Don Raymond’s

entreaties. He resumed his place, and listened to the rest of the

narrative with a gloomy and impatient countenance. The Marquis thus

continued.)

“Scarcely was the first burst of passion past when Agnes, recovering

herself, started from my arms with horror. She called me infamous

Seducer, loaded me with the bitterest reproaches, and beat her bosom in

all the wildness of delirium. Ashamed of my imprudence, I with

difficulty found words to excuse myself. I endeavoured to console her;

I threw myself at her feet, and entreated her forgiveness. She forced

her hand from me, which I had taken, and would have prest to my lips.

“Touch me not!” She cried with a violence which terrified me; “Monster

of perfidy and ingratitude, how have I been deceived in you! I looked

upon you as my Friend, my Protector: I trusted myself in your hands

with confidence, and relying upon your honour, thought that mine ran no

risque. And ’tis by you, whom I adored, that I am covered with infamy!

’Tis by you that I have been seduced into breaking my vows to God, that

I am reduced to a level with the basest of my sex! Shame upon you,

Villain, you shall never see me more!”

She started from the Bank on which She was seated. I endeavoured to

detain her; But She disengaged herself from me with violence, and took

refuge in the Convent.

I retired, filled with confusion and inquietude. The next morning I

failed not as usual to appear in the Garden; but Agnes was no where to

be seen. At night I waited for her at the place where we generally met;

I found no better success. Several days and nights passed away in the

same manner. At length I saw my offended Mistress cross the walk on

whose borders I was working: She was accompanied by the same young

Pensioner, on whose arm She seemed from weakness obliged to support

herself. She looked upon me for a moment, but instantly turned her head

away. I waited her return; But She passed on to the Convent without

paying any attention to me, or the penitent looks with which I implored

her forgiveness.

As soon as the Nuns were retired, the old Gardener joined me with a

sorrowful air.

“Segnor,” said He, “it grieves me to say, that I can be no longer of

use to you. The Lady whom you used to meet has just assured me that if

I admitted you again into the Garden, She would discover the whole

business to the Lady Prioress. She bade me tell you also, that your

presence was an insult, and that if you still possess the least respect

for her, you will never attempt to see her more. Excuse me then for

informing you that I can favour your disguise no longer. Should the

Prioress be acquainted with my conduct, She might not be contented with

dismissing me her service: Out of revenge She might accuse me of having

profaned the Convent, and cause me to be thrown into the Prisons of the

Inquisition.”

Fruitless were my attempts to conquer his resolution. He denied me all

future entrance into the Garden, and Agnes persevered in neither

letting me see or hear from her. In about a fortnight after, a violent

illness which had seized my Father obliged me to set out for Andalusia.

I hastened thither, and as I imagined, found the Marquis at the point

of death. Though on its first appearance his complaint was declared

mortal, He lingered out several Months; during which my attendance upon

him during his malady, and the occupation of settling his affairs after

his decease, permitted not my quitting Andalusia. Within these four

days I returned to Madrid, and on arriving at my Hotel, I there found

this letter waiting for me.

(Here the Marquis unlocked the drawer of a Cabinet: He took out a

folded paper, which He presented to his Auditor. Lorenzo opened it, and

recognised his Sister’s hand. The contents were as follows:

“Into what an abyss of misery have you plunged me! Raymond, you force

me to become as criminal as yourself. I had resolved never to see you

more; if possible, to forget you; If not, only to remember you with

hate. A Being for whom I already feel a Mother’s tenderness, solicits

me to pardon my Seducer, and apply to his love for the means of

preservation. Raymond, your child lives in my bosom. I tremble at the

vengeance of the Prioress; I tremble much for myself, yet more for the

innocent Creature whose existence depends upon mine. Both of us are

lost, should my situation be discovered. Advise me then what steps to

take, but seek not to see me. The Gardener, who undertakes to deliver

this, is dismissed, and we have nothing to hope from that quarter: The

Man engaged in his place is of incorruptible fidelity. The best means

of conveying to me your answer, is by concealing it under the great

Statue of St. Francis, which stands in the Capuchin Cathedral. Thither

I go every Thursday to confession, and shall easily have an opportunity

of securing your letter. I hear that you are now absent from Madrid;

Need I entreat you to write the very moment of your return? I will not

think it. Ah! Raymond! Mine is a cruel situation! Deceived by my

nearest Relations, compelled to embrace a profession the duties of

which I am ill-calculated to perform, conscious of the sanctity of

those duties, and seduced into violating them by One whom I least

suspected of perfidy, I am now obliged by circumstances to chuse

between death and perjury. Woman’s timidity, and maternal affection,

permit me not to balance in the choice. I feel all the guilt into which

I plunge myself, when I yield to the plan which you before proposed to

me. My poor Father’s death which has taken place since we met, has

removed one obstacle. He sleeps in his grave, and I no longer dread his

anger. But from the anger of God, Oh! Raymond! who shall shield me? Who

can protect me against my conscience, against myself? I dare not dwell

upon these thoughts; They will drive me mad. I have taken my

resolution: Procure a dispensation from my vows; I am ready to fly with

you. Write to me, my Husband! Tell me, that absence has not abated your

love, tell me that you will rescue from death your unborn Child, and

its unhappy Mother. I live in all the agonies of terror: Every eye

which is fixed upon me seems to read my secret and my shame. And you

are the cause of those agonies! Oh! When my heart first loved you, how

little did it suspect you of making it feel such pangs!

“AGNES.”

Having perused the letter, Lorenzo restored it in silence. The Marquis

replaced it in the Cabinet, and then proceeded.)

“Excessive was my joy at reading this intelligence so

earnestly-desired, so little expected. My plan was soon arranged. When

Don Gaston discovered to me his Daughter’s retreat, I entertained no

doubt of her readiness to quit the Convent: I had, therefore, entrusted

the Cardinal-Duke of Lerma with the whole affair, who immediately

busied himself in obtaining the necessary Bull. Fortunately I had

afterwards neglected to stop his proceedings. Not long since I received

a letter from him, stating that He expected daily to receive the order

from the Court of Rome. Upon this I would willingly have relyed: But

the Cardinal wrote me word, that I must find some means of conveying

Agnes out of the Convent, unknown to the Prioress. He doubted not but

this Latter would be much incensed by losing a Person of such high rank

from her society, and consider the renunciation of Agnes as an insult

to her House. He represented her as a Woman of a violent and revengeful

character, capable of proceeding to the greatest extremities. It was

therefore to be feared, lest by confining Agnes in the Convent She

should frustrate my hopes, and render the Pope’s mandate unavailing.

Influenced by this consideration, I resolved to carry off my Mistress,

and conceal her till the arrival of the expected Bull in the

Cardinal-Duke’s Estate. He approved of my design, and profest himself

ready to give a shelter to the Fugitive. I next caused the new Gardener

of St. Clare to be seized privately, and confined in my Hotel. By this

means I became Master of the Key to the Garden door, and I had now

nothing more to do than prepare Agnes for the elopement. This was done

by the letter, which you saw me deliver this Evening. I told her in it,

that I should be ready to receive her at twelve tomorrow night, that I

had secured the Key of the Garden, and that She might depend upon a

speedy release.

You have now, Lorenzo, heard the whole of my long narrative. I have

nothing to say in my excuse, save that my intentions towards your

Sister have been ever the most honourable: That it has always been, and

still is my design to make her my Wife: And that I trust, when you

consider these circumstances, our youth, and our attachment, you will

not only forgive our momentary lapse from virtue, but will aid me in

repairing my faults to Agnes, and securing a lawful title to her person

and her heart.