MANUSCRIPT OF THE MONK.

Recording the Discovery of the Island of Madeira.

Before I am summoned to that offended tribunal, to propitiate which I

have passed so many years in penitence and prayer, let me record for the

benefit of others the history of one, who, yielding to fatal passion,

embittered the remainder of his own days, and shortened those of the

adored partner of his guilt. Let my confession be public, that warning

may be taken from my example; and may the sincerity with which I

acknowledge my offence, and the tears which I have shed, efface it from

the accumulated records of the willfulness and disobedience of man!

In a few days this attenuated frame will be mingled with the dust from

which it sprung, and scattered by the winds of heaven, or by the labour

of future generations, as chance may dictate, will yield sustenance to

the thistle which wars against the fertility of nature, or the grain

which is the support of our existence,--to the nightshade with its

deadly fruit, or the creeping violet with its sweet perfume. The heart

which has throbbed so tumultuously with the extreme of love, and which

has been riven with the excess of woe, will shortly pant no more. The

mind which has been borne down by the irresistible force of passion,--

which has attempted to stem the torrent, but in vain, and, since the

rage of it has passed away, has been left like the once fertile valley

which has been overflown, a waste of barrenness and desolation,--will

shortly cease from its wearied action. In a few brief days I must

appear in the presence of an offended, yet merciful Saviour, who,

offering every timing, weeps at the insanity of our rejection. Let then

the confessions of Henrique serve as a beacon to those who are inclined

to yield to the first impulse; when, alarmed at the discovery of their

errors, they will find that conviction has arrived too late, and that,

like me, they will be irresistibly impelled against the struggles of

reason and of conscience.

I am an Englishman by birth: my parents were called away before I was

five years old; yet still I have a dreaming memory of my mother--a faint

recollection of one at whose knees I used, each night, to hold up my

little hands in orison, and who blessed her child as she laid him to

repose.

But I lost those whose precepts might have been valuable to me in

after-life, and was left to the guardianship of one who thought that, in

attending to my worldly interests, he fulfilled the whole duty which was

required of him. My education was not neglected, but there was no one

to advise me upon points of more serious importance. Naturally of a

fiery and impatient temper,--endued with a perseverance which was only

increased by the obstacles which presented themselves, I encouraged any

feeling to be working in my mind in preference to repose, which was

hateful. To such excess did it arrive as I grew up, that difficulty and

danger, even pain and remorse, were preferable to that calm sunshine of

the breast which others consider so enviable. I could exist but by

strong sensations: remove them, and I felt as does the habitual drunkard

in the morning, until his nerves have been again stimulated by a

repetition of his draughts. My pursuits were of the same tendency:

constant variety and change of scene were what I coveted. I felt a

desire "to be imprisoned in the viewless winds, and blown with restless

violence about the pendent world." At night I was happy; for as soon as

sleep had sealed my eyes, I invariably dreamt that I had the power of

aerostation, and, in my imagination, cleaved through the air with the

strength of an eagle, soaring above my fellow-creatures, and looking

down upon them and their ceaseless drudgery with contempt.

To a mind thus constituted by nature, and unchecked by counsel, it is

not surprising that the darling wish and constant idea was to roam the

world; and the vast ocean, which offered to me the means of gratifying

my passion, was an object of love and adoration. If I had not the wings

of the eagle with which fancy had supplied me in my dreams, still I

could fly before the wings of the wind, and, as in my aerial excursions

when asleep, leave no track behind. As soon as I had arrived at the age

which allowed me to take possession of my property, I sought the element

so congenial to my disposition. For some years I continued the

profession, and was fortunate in my speculations; but I cared little for

gain; my delight was in roving from clime to clime, flying before the

gale,--in looking with defiance at the vast mountainous seas which

threatened to overwhelm me,--in the roaring of the wind,--in the mad

raging of the surf,--in the excitement of battle, even in the

destruction and disasters of the wreck.

It may be a source of astonishment that I arrived at the age of thirty

without ever feeling the sensation of love; but so it was. This most

powerful of excitements, which was so to influence my future existence,

had not yet been called into action: but it was roused at last, and like

the hurricane, swept every thing before it in ruin and desolation. I

was at Cadiz, where I had arrived with a valuable cargo, when it was

proposed that I should witness the ceremony of taking the White Veil.

As the young woman who professed was of a noble family, and the

solemnity was to be conducted with the greatest splendour, I consented.

The magnificent decorations of the church, the harmony of the singing,

the solemn pealing of the organ, the splendid robes of the priests in

contrast with the sombre humility of the friars and nuns, the tossing of

the censers, the ascending clouds of frankincense, and, above all, the

extreme beauty of the fair devotee,--produced feelings of interest which

I had not imagined could have been raised from any description of

pageantry. When the ceremony was over, I quitted the church with new

and powerful sensations, which at the time I could not precisely

analyse. But when I lay down on my couch, I perceived that, although

the splendour of the rites were but faint in my recollection, the image

of the sweet girl kneeling before the altar was engraven on my heart. I

felt an uneasiness, a restlessness, a vacuum in my bosom, which, like

that in the atmosphere, is the forerunner of the tempest. I could not

sleep; but, tossing from one side to the other during the whole night,

rose the next morning feverish and unrefreshed.

Following, as usual, the impulse of my feelings, I repaired to her

relative, who had taken me to witness the ceremony, and persuaded him to

introduce me at the wicket of the convent.

As she had yet one year of probation previous to her taking the final

vows, which were for ever to seclude her from the world, in seeing her

there was no difficulty. Her duteous resignation to the will of her

parents, her serene and beautiful countenance, her angelic smile,--all

contributed to the increase of my passion; and, after an hour's

conversation, I left her with my heart in a state of tumult, of which it

is not easy to express the idea. My visits were repeated again and

again. In a short time I declared my sentiments, and found that I was

listened to without offending. Before I quitted Cadiz which my

engagements rendered imperative, I obtained from her a reciprocal

acknowledgment. And as there were still nine months to pass away

previous to her decision upon a monastic life, before that period had

elapsed I faithfully promised to return and claim her as my own. As we

professed the same faith, and she had only been sacrificed that the

possessions of her brother might not be diminished by the fortune which

her marriage would require, I did not anticipate any objections from her

parents. I required no dower, having more than sufficient to supply her

with every luxury. We parted: our hands trembled as we locked our

fingers through the grating; our tears fell, but could not be mingled;

our lips quivered, but could not meet; our hearts were beating with

excess of love but I could not strain her in my embrace. "In three

months more, Rosina!" exclaimed I, as I walked backward from the

grating, my eyes still fixed upon her. "Till then farewell, Henrique!

Relying upon your faith and honour, I shall not hesitate to cherish your

dear image in my heart;" and, overcome by her feelings, Rosina burst

into tears and hurried from my sight.

I sailed with prosperous gales, and arrived safely at my own country.

My ventures were disposed of, I realised a large sum of money, had

completed all my arrangements, and in a few days intended to return to

Cadiz to fulfil my engagement with Rosina. I was in the metropolis

impatiently waiting for the remainder of the freight, to be put on board

of the vessel in which I had taken my passage, when one evening as I was

sauntering in the park, anticipating the bliss of rejoining the object

of my affection, I was rudely pushed aside by a personage richly

attired, who was escorting two of the ladies of the court. Fired at the

insult, and as usual acting upon the first impulse, I struck him in the

face and drew my sword--forgetting at the time that I was in the

precincts of the palace. I was seized and imprisoned: my offence was

capital; my adversary a relation of the king's. I offered a large sum

for my release; but when they found out that I was wealthy, they

rejected as I increased my offers, until I was compelled to sacrifice

one half of my worldly possessions to escape from the severity of the

Star Chamber. But the loss of property was nothing; I had still more

than enough: it was the dreadful length of my confinement, during which

anxiety had swelled hours into days, and days into months of torture and

suspense. I had been incarcerated more than a year before I could

obtain my release. When in my imagination I conjured up Rosina--

lamenting my infidelity, reproaching me in her solitude for my broken

vows, and (there was madness in the very thought) yielding in her

resentment and her grief to the solicitations of her parents, and taking

the veil,--I was frantic; I tore my hair, beat the walls of my prison,

raved for liberty, and offered to surrender up every shilling that I

possessed.

"By the beard of the Prophet this tires me," exclaimed the pacha.

"Murakhas, you are dismissed."

The Greek slave bowed, and retired.

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