The day after Mr Glowry's departure was one of incessant rain, and
Scythrop repented of the promise he had given. The next day was one of
bright sunshine: he sat on the terrace, read a tragedy of Sophocles,
and was not sorry, when Raven announced dinner, to find himself alive.
On the third evening, the wind blew, and the rain beat, and the owl
flapped against his windows; and he put a new flint in his pistol. On
the fourth day, the sun shone again; and he locked the pistol up in a
drawer, where he left it undisturbed, till the morning of the eventful
Thursday, when he ascended the turret with a telescope, and spied
anxiously along the road that crossed the fens from Claydyke: but
nothing appeared on it. He watched in this manner from ten A.M. till
Raven summoned him to dinner at five; when he stationed Crow at the
telescope, and descended to his own funeral-feast. He left open the
communications between the tower and turret, and called aloud at
intervals to Crow,--'Crow, Crow, is any thing coming?' Crow answered,
'The wind blows, and the windmills turn, but I see nothing coming;'
and, at every answer, Scythrop found the necessity of raising his
spirits with a bumper. After dinner, he gave Raven his watch to set by
the abbey clock. Raven brought it, Scythrop placed it on the table,
and Raven departed. Scythrop called again to Crow; and Crow, who had
fallen asleep, answered mechanically, 'I see nothing coming.' Scythrop
laid his pistol between his watch and his bottle. The hour-hand passed
the VII.--the minute-hand moved on;--it was within three minutes of
the appointed time. Scythrop called again to Crow: Crow answered as
before. Scythrop rang the bell: Raven appeared.
'Raven,' said Scythrop, 'the clock is too fast.'
'No, indeed,' said Raven, who knew nothing of Scythrop's intentions;
'if any thing, it is too slow.'
'Villain!' said Scythrop, pointing the pistol at him; 'it is too
fast.'
'Yes--yes--too fast, I meant,' said Raven, in manifest fear.
'How much too fast?' said Scythrop.
'As much as you please,' said Raven.
'How much, I say?' said Scythrop, pointing the pistol again.
'An hour, a full hour, sir,' said the terrified butler.
'Put back my watch,' said Scythrop.
Raven, with trembling hand, was putting back the watch, when the
rattle of wheels was heard in the court; and Scythrop, springing down
the stairs by three steps together, was at the door in sufficient time
to have handed either of the young ladies from the carriage, if she
had happened to be in it; but Mr Glowry was alone.
'I rejoice to see you,' said Mr Glowry; 'I was fearful of being too
late, for I waited till the last moment in the hope of accomplishing
my promise; but all my endeavours have been vain, as these letters
will show.'
Scythrop impatiently broke the seals. The contents were these:
Almost a stranger in England, I fled from parental tyranny,
and the dread of an arbitrary marriage, to the protection of a
stranger and a philosopher, whom I expected to find something
better than, or at least something different from, the rest of his
worthless species. Could I, after what has occurred, have
expected nothing more from you than the common-place impertinence
of sending your father to treat with me, and with mine, for me? I
should be a little moved in your favour, if I could believe you
capable of carrying into effect the resolutions which your father
says you have taken, in the event of my proving inflexible;
though I doubt not you will execute them, as far as relates to
the pint of wine, twice over, at least. I wish you much happiness
with Miss O'Carroll. I shall always cherish a grateful
recollection of Nightmare Abbey, for having been the means of
introducing me to a true transcendentalist; and, though he is a
little older than myself, which is all one in Germany, I shall
very soon have the pleasure of subscribing myself
CELINDA FLOSKY
I hope, my dear cousin, that you will not be angry with me,
but that you will always think of me as a sincere friend, who
will always feel interested in your welfare; I am sure you love
Miss Toobad much better than me, and I wish you much happiness
with her. Mr Listless assures me that people do not kill
themselves for love now-a-days, though it is still the fashion to
talk about it. I shall, in a very short time, change my name and
situation, and shall always be happy to see you in Berkeley
Square, when, to the unalterable designation of your affectionate
cousin, I shall subjoin the signature of
MARIONETTA LISTLESS
Scythrop tore both the letters to atoms, and railed in good set terms
against the fickleness of women.
'Calm yourself, my dear Scythrop,' said Mr Glowry; 'there are yet
maidens in England.'
'Very true, sir,' said Scythrop.
'And the next time,' said Mr Glowry, 'have but one string to your
bow.'
'Very good advice, sir,' said Scythrop.
'And, besides,' said Mr Glowry, 'the fatal time is past, for it is now
almost eight.'
'Then that villain, Raven,' said Scythrop, 'deceived me when he said
that the clock was too fast; but, as you observe very justly, the time
has gone by, and I have just reflected that these repeated crosses in
love qualify me to take a very advanced degree in misanthropy; and
there is, therefore, good hope that I may make a figure in the world.
But I shall ring for the rascal Raven, and admonish him.'
Raven appeared. Scythrop looked at him very fiercely two or three
minutes; and Raven, still remembering the pistol, stood quaking in
mute apprehension, till Scythrop, pointing significantly towards the
dining-room, said, 'Bring some Madeira.'
THE END
NOTES
NIGHTMARE ABBEY
CHAPTER I
[1] _Mr Flosky_: A corruption of Filosky, quasi [Greek: philoschios],
a lover, or sectator, of shadows.
CHAPTER II
[2] _the passion for reforming the world_: See Forsyth's _Principles
of Moral Science_.
CHAPTER IV
[3] _decorum, and dignity, &c. &c. &c._: We are not masters of the
whole vocabulary. See any novel by any literary lady.
[4] _his Ahrimanic philosophy_: Ahrimanes, in the Persian mythology,
is the evil power, the prince of the kingdom of darkness. He is the
rival of Oromazes, the prince of the kingdom of light. These two
powers have divided and equal dominion. Sometimes one of the two has a
temporary supremacy.--According to Mr Toobad, the present period would
be the reign of Ahrimanes. Lord Byron seems to be of the same opinion,
by the use he has made of Ahrimanes in 'Manfred'; where the great
Alastor, or [Greek: Kachos Daimôn], of Persia, is hailed king of
the world by the Nemesis of Greece, in concert with three of
the Scandinavian Valkyrae, under the name of the Destinies; the
astrological spirits of the alchemists of the middle ages; an
elemental witch, transplanted from Denmark to the Alps; and a chorus
of Dr Faustus's devils, who come in the last act for a soul. It is
difficult to conceive where this heterogeneous mythological company
could have originally met, except at a _table d'hôte_, like the six
kings in 'Candide'.
CHAPTER V
[5] _pensions_: 'PENSION. Pay given to a slave of state for treason to
his country.'--JOHNSON'S _Dictionary_.
CHAPTER VII
[6] _... of a beautiful day_: See Denys Montfort: _Histoire Naturelle
des Mollusques; Vues Générales_, pp. 37, 38. (P.) The second half of
this speech by Mr Asterias and the opening sentence of his previous
speech are a paraphrase from Montfort, pp. 37-9.
CHAPTER X
[7] _Mr Burke's graduated scale of the sublime_: There must be some
mistake in this, for the whole honourable band of gentlemen-pensioners
has resolved unanimously, that Mr Burke was a very sublime person,
particularly after he had prostituted his own soul, and betrayed his
country and mankind, for 1200_l_. a year: yet he does not appear to
have been a very terrible personage, and certainly went off with a
very small portion of human respect, though he contrived to excite,
in a great degree, the astonishment of all honest men. Our immaculate
laureate (who gives us to understand that, if he had not been purified
by holy matrimony into a mystical type, he would have died a virgin,)
is another sublime gentleman of the same genus: he very much
astonished some persons when he sold his birthright for a pot of sack;
but not even his _Sosia_ has a grain of respect for him, though,
doubtless, he thinks his name very terrible to the enemy, when he
flourishes his criticopoeticopolitical tomahawk, and sets up his
Indian yell for the blood of his old friends: but, at best, he is a
mere political scarecrow, a man of straw, ridiculous to all who know
of what materials he is made; and to none more so, than to those who
have stuffed him, and set him up, as the Priapus of the garden of the
golden apples of corruption.
CHAPTER XI
[8] _... vanishes in the smoke of death_: _Childe Harold_, canto 4.
cxxiv. cxxvi.
[9] _... and reaps the whirlwind_: _Childe Harold_, canto 4. cxxiii.
[10] _... or to endure_: _Ibid_. canto 3. lxxi.
[11] _... whose gums are poison_: _Ibid_. canto 4. cxxi. cxxxvi.
[12] _... exist only in himself_: _Childe Harold_, canto 4. cxxii.
CHAPTER XIII
[13] _sedet, oeternumque sedebit_: Sits, and will sit for ever.
CHAPTER XIV
[14] _a pint of port and a pistol_: See _The Sorrows of Werter_,
Letter 93.