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Jane Talbot - Letter 6 - To Henry Colden Jane Talbot - Letter 6 - To Henry Colden

Jane Talbot - Letter 6 - To Henry Colden
Letter VI - To Henry Colden(Editorial note: The observant reader will have noted there is no Letter V. The original text did not contain one, and we have chosen to let the letters retain their original numbers, rather than renumber them.) To Henry Colden Thursday Morning, October 6. As soon as my visitants had gone, I hastened to my father. I immediately introduced the subject of which my heart was full. I related the particulars of my late interview with my brother; entreated him with the utmost earnestness to make the proper inquiries into the state of my brother's affairs, with... Long Stories - Post by : Arcana_Media - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 835

Jane Talbot - Letter 1 - To Henry Colden Jane Talbot - Letter 1 - To Henry Colden

Jane Talbot - Letter 1 - To Henry Colden
Letter I - To Henry ColdenTo Henry Colden Philadelphia, Monday Evening, October 3. I am very far from being a wise girl. So conscience whispers me, and, though vanity is eager to refute the charge, I must acknowledge that she is seldom successful. Conscience tells me it is folly, it is guilt, to wrap up my existence in one frail mortal; to employ all my thoughts, to lavish all my affections, upon one object; to dote upon a human being, who, as such, must be the heir of many frailties, and whom I know to be not without his faults; to... Long Stories - Post by : Got_Pez - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 3326

Memoirs Of Carwin The Biloquist (a Fragment) - Chapter 10 Memoirs Of Carwin The Biloquist (a Fragment) - Chapter 10

Memoirs Of Carwin The Biloquist (a Fragment) - Chapter 10
Chapter XI retired accordingly to my apartment, and spent the prescribed hour in anxious and irresolute reflections. They were no other than had hitherto occurred, but they occurred with more force than ever. Some fatal obstinacy, however, got possession of me, and I persisted in the resolution of concealing _one thing_. We become fondly attached to objects and pursuits, frequently for no conceivable reason but the pain and trouble they cost us. In proportion to the danger in which they involve us do we cherish them. Our darling potion is the poison that scorches our vitals. After some time, I went... Long Stories - Post by : Got_Pez - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 2387

Memoirs Of Carwin The Biloquist (a Fragment) - Chapter 9 Memoirs Of Carwin The Biloquist (a Fragment) - Chapter 9

Memoirs Of Carwin The Biloquist (a Fragment) - Chapter 9
Chapter IXThe books which composed this little library were chiefly the voyages and travels of the missionaries of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. Added to these were some works upon political economy and legislation. Those writers who have amused themselves with reducing their ideas to practice, and drawing imaginary pictures of nations or republics, whose manners or government came up to their standard of excellence, were, all of whom I had ever heard, and some I had never heard of before, to be found in this collection. A translation of Aristotle's republic, the political romances of sir Thomas Moore, Harrington, and... Long Stories - Post by : Got_Pez - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 1738

Memoirs Of Carwin The Biloquist (a Fragment) - Chapter 8 Memoirs Of Carwin The Biloquist (a Fragment) - Chapter 8

Memoirs Of Carwin The Biloquist (a Fragment) - Chapter 8
Chapter VIIILudloe's remarks on the seductive and bewitching powers of women, on the difficulty of keeping a secret which they wish to know, and to gain which they employ the soft artillery of tears and prayers, and blandishments and menaces, are familiar to all men, but they had little weight with me, because they were unsupported by my own experience. I had never had any intellectual or sentimental connection with the sex. My meditations and pursuits had all led a different way, and a bias had gradually been given to my feelings, very unfavourable to the refinements of love. I acknowledge,... Long Stories - Post by : Got_Pez - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 1353

Memoirs Of Carwin The Biloquist (a Fragment) - Chapter 7 Memoirs Of Carwin The Biloquist (a Fragment) - Chapter 7

Memoirs Of Carwin The Biloquist (a Fragment) - Chapter 7
Chapter VIIMeanwhile, in a point of so much moment, I was not hasty to determine. My delay seemed to be, by no means, unacceptable to Ludloe, who applauded my discretion, and warned me to be circumspect. My attention was chiefly absorbed by considerations connected with this subject, and little regard was paid to any foreign occupation or amusement. One evening, after a day spent in my closet, I sought recreation by walking forth. My mind was chiefly occupied by the review of incidents which happened in Spain. I turned my face towards the fields, and recovered not from my reverie, till... Long Stories - Post by : Got_Pez - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 1629

Memoirs Of Carwin The Biloquist (a Fragment) - Chapter 6 Memoirs Of Carwin The Biloquist (a Fragment) - Chapter 6

Memoirs Of Carwin The Biloquist (a Fragment) - Chapter 6
Chapter VIIn answer to the reveries and speculations which I sent to him respecting this subject, Ludloe informed me, that they had led his mind into a new sphere of meditation. He had long and deeply considered in what way he might essentially promote my happiness. He had entertained a faint hope that I would one day be qualified for a station like that to which he himself had been advanced. This post required an elevation and stability of views which human beings seldom reach, and which could be attained by me only by a long series of heroic labours. Hitherto... Long Stories - Post by : Got_Pez - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 3338

Memoirs Of Carwin The Biloquist (a Fragment) - Chapter 5 Memoirs Of Carwin The Biloquist (a Fragment) - Chapter 5

Memoirs Of Carwin The Biloquist (a Fragment) - Chapter 5
Chapter VTime tended, in no degree, to alleviate my dissatisfaction. It increased till the determination became at length formed of opening my thoughts to Ludloe. At the next breakfast interview which took place, I introduced the subject, and expatiated without reserve, on the state of my feelings. I concluded with entreating him to point out some path in which my talents might be rendered useful to himself or to mankind. After a pause of some minutes, he said, What would you do? You forget the immaturity of your age. If you are qualified to act a part in the theatre of... Long Stories - Post by : DillsBest - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 2682

Memoirs Of Carwin The Biloquist (a Fragment) - Chapter 1 Memoirs Of Carwin The Biloquist (a Fragment) - Chapter 1

Memoirs Of Carwin The Biloquist (a Fragment) - Chapter 1
Chapter II was the second son of a farmer, whose place of residence was a western district of Pennsylvania. My eldest brother seemed fitted by nature for the employment to which he was destined. His wishes never led him astray from the hay-stack and the furrow. His ideas never ranged beyond the sphere of his vision, or suggested the possibility that to-morrow could differ from to-day. He could read and write, because he had no alternative between learning the lesson prescribed to him, and punishment. He was diligent, as long as fear urged him forward, but his exertions ceased with the... Long Stories - Post by : DillsBest - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 1864

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 27 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 27

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 27
Chapter XXVII(Written three years after the foregoing, and dated at Montpellier.)I imagined that I had forever laid aside the pen; and that I should take up my abode in this part of the world, was of all events the least probable. My destiny I believed to be accomplished, and I looked forward to a speedy termination of my life with the fullest confidence.Surely I had reason to be weary of existence, to be impatient of every tie which held me from the grave. I experienced this impatience in its fullest extent. I was not only enamoured of death, but conceived, from... Long Stories - Post by : runtonk - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 2214

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 26 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 26

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 26
Chapter XXVIMy right hand, grasping the unseen knife, was still disengaged. It was lifted to strike. All my strength was exhausted, but what was sufficient to the performance of this deed. Already was the energy awakened, and the impulse given, that should bear the fatal steel to his heart, when--Wieland shrunk back: his hand was withdrawn. Breathless with affright and desperation, I stood, freed from his grasp; unassailed; untouched.Thus long had the power which controuled the scene forborne to interfere; but now his might was irresistible, and Wieland in a moment was disarmed of all his purposes. A voice, louder than... Long Stories - Post by : Dusty13 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 994

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 25 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 25

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 25
Chapter XXVA few words more and I lay aside the pen for ever. Yet why should I not relinquish it now? All that I have said is preparatory to this scene, and my fingers, tremulous and cold as my heart, refuse any further exertion. This must not be. Let my last energies support me in the finishing of this task. Then will I lay down my head in the lap of death. Hushed will be all my murmurs in the sleep of the grave.Every sentiment has perished in my bosom. Even friendship is extinct. Your love for me has prompted me... Long Stories - Post by : runtonk - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 2977

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 24 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 24

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 24
Chapter XXIV"Deeply did I ruminate on the occurrences that had just passed. Nothing excited my wonder so much as the means by which you discovered my being in the closet. This discovery appeared to be made at the moment when you attempted to open it. How could you have otherwise remained so long in the chamber apparently fearless and tranquil? And yet, having made this discovery, how could you persist in dragging me forth: persist in defiance of an interdiction so emphatical and solemn?"But your sister's death was an event detestable and ominous. She had been the victim of the most... Long Stories - Post by : ben.g - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 3066

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 23 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 23

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 23
Chapter XXIII"My morals will appear to you far from rigid, yet my conduct will fall short of your suspicions. I am now to confess actions less excusable, and yet surely they will not entitle me to the name of a desperate or sordid criminal."Your house was rendered, by your frequent and long absences, easily accessible to my curiosity. My meeting with Pleyel was the prelude to direct intercourse with you. I had seen much of the world, but your character exhibited a specimen of human powers that was wholly new to me. My intercourse with your servant furnished me with curious... Long Stories - Post by : Dusty13 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 2944

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 22 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 22

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 22
Chapter XXIIThe inhabitants of the HUT received me with a mixture of joy and surprize. Their homely welcome, and their artless sympathy, were grateful to my feelings. In the midst of their inquiries, as to my health, they avoided all allusions to the source of my malady. They were honest creatures, and I loved them well. I participated in the tears which they shed when I mentioned to them my speedy departure for Europe, and promised to acquaint them with my welfare during my long absence.They expressed great surprize when I informed them of my intention to visit my cottage. Alarm... Long Stories - Post by : runtonk - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 2251

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 21 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 21

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 21
Chapter XXISuch, for some time, was the course of my meditations. My weakness, and my aversion to be pointed at as an object of surprize or compassion, prevented me from going into public. I studiously avoided the visits of those who came to express their sympathy, or gratify their curiosity. My uncle was my principal companion. Nothing more powerfully tended to console me than his conversation.With regard to Pleyel, my feelings seemed to have undergone a total revolution. It often happens that one passion supplants another. Late disasters had rent my heart, and now that the wound was in some degree... Long Stories - Post by : runtonk - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 1596

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 20 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 20

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 20
Chapter XXWill you wonder that I read no farther? Will you not rather be astonished that I read thus far? What power supported me through such a task I know not. Perhaps the doubt from which I could not disengage my mind, that the scene here depicted was a dream, contributed to my perseverance. In vain the solemn introduction of my uncle, his appeals to my fortitude, and allusions to something monstrous in the events he was about to disclose; in vain the distressful perplexity, the mysterious silence and ambiguous answers of my attendants, especially when the condition of my brother... Long Stories - Post by : codebluenj - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 1355

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 19 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 19

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 19
Chapter XIX"Theodore Wieland, the prisoner at the bar, was now called upon for his defence. He looked around him for some time in silence, and with a mild countenance. At length he spoke:"It is strange; I am known to my judges and my auditors. Who is there present a stranger to the character of Wieland? who knows him not as an husband--as a father--as a friend? yet here am I arraigned as criminal. I am charged with diabolical malice; I am accused of the murder of my wife and my children!"It is true, they were slain by me; they all perished... Long Stories - Post by : vbhnl - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 1419

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 18 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 18

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 18
Chapter XVIIII had imperfectly recovered my strength, when I was informed of the arrival of my mother's brother, Thomas Cambridge. Ten years since, he went to Europe, and was a surgeon in the British forces in Germany, during the whole of the late war. After its conclusion, some connection that he had formed with an Irish officer, made him retire into Ireland. Intercourse had been punctually maintained by letters with his sister's children, and hopes were given that he would shortly return to his native country, and pass his old age in our society. He was now in an evil hour... Long Stories - Post by : ow24160 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 964

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 17 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 17

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 17
Chapter XVIII had no inclination nor power to move from this spot. For more than an hour, my faculties and limbs seemed to be deprived of all activity. The door below creaked on its hinges, and steps ascended the stairs. My wandering and confused thoughts were instantly recalled by these sounds, and dropping the curtain of the bed, I moved to a part of the room where any one who entered should be visible; such are the vibrations of sentiment, that notwithstanding the seeming fulfilment of my fears, and increase of my danger, I was conscious, on this occasion, to no... Long Stories - Post by : sbeard - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 2060