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Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 16 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 16

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 16
Chapter XVIAs soon as I arrived in sight of the front of the house, my attention was excited by a light from the window of my own chamber. No appearance could be less explicable. A meeting was expected with Carwin, but that he pre-occupied my chamber, and had supplied himself with light, was not to be believed. What motive could influence him to adopt this conduct? Could I proceed until this was explained? Perhaps, if I should proceed to a distance in front, some one would be visible. A sidelong but feeble beam from the window, fell upon the piny copse... Long Stories - Post by : Dusty13 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 965

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 15 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 15

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 15
Chapter XVBefore I reached the city it was dusk. It was my purpose to spend the night at Mettingen. I was not solicitous, as long as I was attended by a faithful servant, to be there at an early hour. My exhausted strength required me to take some refreshment. With this view, and in order to pay respect to one whose affection for me was truly maternal, I stopped at Mrs. Baynton's. She was absent from home; but I had scarcely entered the house when one of her domestics presented me a letter. I opened and read as follows:"To Clara Wieland,"What... Long Stories - Post by : JuvioSuccess - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 3344

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 14 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 14

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 14
Chapter XIV"Three days have elapsed since this occurrence. I have been haunted by perpetual inquietude. To bring myself to regard Carwin without terror, and to acquiesce in the belief of your safety, was impossible. Yet to put an end to my doubts, seemed to be impracticable. If some light could be reflected on the actual situation of this man, a direct path would present itself. If he were, contrary to the tenor of his conversation, cunning and malignant, to apprize you of this, would be to place you in security. If he were merely unfortunate and innocent, most readily would I... Long Stories - Post by : rlscott - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 2951

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 13 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 13

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 13
Chapter XIIIHere was wrought a surprizing change in my friend. What was it that had shaken conviction so firm? Had any thing occurred during my fit, adequate to produce so total an alteration? My attendants informed me that he had not left my apartment; that the unusual duration of my fit, and the failure, for a time, of all the means used for my recovery, had filled him with grief and dismay. Did he regard the effect which his reproaches had produced as a proof of my sincerity?In this state of mind, I little regarded my languors of body. I rose... Long Stories - Post by : cclittle - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 1033

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 12 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 12

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 12
Chapter XIIMy way lay through the city. I had scarcely entered it when I was seized with a general sensation of sickness. Every object grew dim and swam before my sight. It was with difficulty I prevented myself from sinking to the bottom of the carriage. I ordered myself to be carried to Mrs. Baynton's, in hope that an interval of repose would invigorate and refresh me. My distracted thoughts would allow me but little rest. Growing somewhat better in the afternoon, I resumed my journey.My contemplations were limited to a few objects. I regarded my success, in the purpose which... Long Stories - Post by : Ndoki - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 1072

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 11 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 11

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 11
Chapter XII was aroused from this stupor by sounds that evidently arose in the next chamber. Was it possible that I had been mistaken in the figure which I had seen on the bank? or had Carwin, by some inscrutable means, penetrated once more into this chamber? The opposite door opened; footsteps came forth, and the person, advancing to mine, knocked.So unexpected an incident robbed me of all presence of mind, and, starting up, I involuntarily exclaimed, "Who is there?" An answer was immediately given. The voice, to my inexpressible astonishment, was Pleyel's."It is I. Have you risen? If you have... Long Stories - Post by : best4you - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 2564

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 10 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 10

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 10
Chapter XOrder could not readily be introduced into my thoughts. The voice still rung in my ears. Every accent that was uttered by Carwin was fresh in my remembrance. His unwelcome approach, the recognition of his person, his hasty departure, produced a complex impression on my mind which no words can delineate. I strove to give a slower motion to my thoughts, and to regulate a confusion which became painful; but my efforts were nugatory. I covered my eyes with my hand, and sat, I know not how long, without power to arrange or utter my conceptions.I had remained for hours,... Long Stories - Post by : Truman - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 2885

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 9 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 9

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 9
Chapter IXMy brother had received a new book from Germany. It was a tragedy, and the first attempt of a Saxon poet, of whom my brother had been taught to entertain the highest expectations. The exploits of Zisca, the Bohemian hero, were woven into a dramatic series and connection. According to German custom, it was minute and diffuse, and dictated by an adventurous and lawless fancy. It was a chain of audacious acts, and unheard-of disasters. The moated fortress, and the thicket; the ambush and the battle; and the conflict of headlong passions, were pourtrayed in wild numbers, and with terrific... Long Stories - Post by : rlscott - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 1020

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 8 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 8

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 8
Chapter VIIIAs soon as evening arrived, I performed my visit. Carwin made one of the company, into which I was ushered. Appearances were the same as when I before beheld him. His garb was equally negligent and rustic. I gazed upon his countenance with new curiosity. My situation was such as to enable me to bestow upon it a deliberate examination. Viewed at more leisure, it lost none of its wonderful properties. I could not deny my homage to the intelligence expressed in it, but was wholly uncertain, whether he were an object to be dreaded or adored, and whether his... Long Stories - Post by : cclittle - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 3288

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 7 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 7

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 7
Chapter VIII will not enumerate the various inquiries and conjectures which these incidents occasioned. After all our efforts, we came no nearer to dispelling the mist in which they were involved; and time, instead of facilitating a solution, only accumulated our doubts. In the midst of thoughts excited by these events, I was not unmindful of my interview with the stranger. I related the particulars, and shewed the portrait to my friends. Pleyel recollected to have met with a figure resembling my description in the city; but neither his face or garb made the same impression upon him that it made... Long Stories - Post by : runtonk - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 2247

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 6 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 6

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 6
Chapter VII now come to the mention of a person with whose name the most turbulent sensations are connected. It is with a shuddering reluctance that I enter on the province of describing him. Now it is that I begin to perceive the difficulty of the task which I have undertaken; but it would be weakness to shrink from it. My blood is congealed: and my fingers are palsied when I call up his image. Shame upon my cowardly and infirm heart! Hitherto I have proceeded with some degree of composure, but now I must pause. I mean not that dire... Long Stories - Post by : mrtwist - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 1746

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 5 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 5

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 5
Chapter VSome time had elapsed when there happened another occurrence, still more remarkable. Pleyel, on his return from Europe, brought information of considerable importance to my brother. My ancestors were noble Saxons, and possessed large domains in Lusatia. The Prussian wars had destroyed those persons whose right to these estates precluded my brother's. Pleyel had been exact in his inquiries, and had discovered that, by the law of male-primogeniture, my brother's claims were superior to those of any other person now living. Nothing was wanting but his presence in that country, and a legal application to establish this claim.Pleyel strenuously recommended... Long Stories - Post by : andrewteg - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 820

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 4 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 4

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 4
Chapter IVSix years of uninterrupted happiness had rolled away, since my brother's marriage. The sound of war had been heard, but it was at such a distance as to enhance our enjoyment by affording objects of comparison. The Indians were repulsed on the one side, and Canada was conquered on the other. Revolutions and battles, however calamitous to those who occupied the scene, contributed in some sort to our happiness, by agitating our minds with curiosity, and furnishing causes of patriotic exultation. Four children, three of whom were of an age to compensate, by their personal and mental progress, the cares... Long Stories - Post by : vbhnl - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 1866

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 3 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 3

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 3
Chapter IIIThe shock which this disastrous occurrence occasioned to my mother, was the foundation of a disease which carried her, in a few months, to the grave. My brother and myself were children at this time, and were now reduced to the condition of orphans. The property which our parents left was by no means inconsiderable. It was entrusted to faithful hands, till we should arrive at a suitable age. Meanwhile, our education was assigned to a maiden aunt who resided in the city, and whose tenderness made us in a short time cease to regret that we had lost a... Long Stories - Post by : ben.g - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 2747

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 2 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 2

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 2
Chapter IIEarly in the morning of a sultry day in August, he left Mettingen, to go to the city. He had seldom passed a day from home since his return from the shores of the Ohio. Some urgent engagements at this time existed, which would not admit of further delay. He returned in the evening, but appeared to be greatly oppressed with fatigue. His silence and dejection were likewise in a more than ordinary degree conspicuous. My mother's brother, whose profession was that of a surgeon, chanced to spend this night at our house. It was from him that I have... Long Stories - Post by : rlscott - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 1145

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 1 Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 1

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Chapter 1
Chapter II feel little reluctance in complying with your request. You know not fully the cause of my sorrows. You are a stranger to the depth of my distresses. Hence your efforts at consolation must necessarily fail. Yet the tale that I am going to tell is not intended as a claim upon your sympathy. In the midst of my despair, I do not disdain to contribute what little I can to the benefit of mankind. I acknowledge your right to be informed of the events that have lately happened in my family. Make what use of the tale you shall... Long Stories - Post by : ow24160 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 1323

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Preface Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Preface

Wieland; Or The Transformation: An American Tale - Preface
From Virtue's blissful paths away The double-tongued are sure to stray; Good is a forth-right journey still, And mazy paths but lead to ill.Advertisement.The following Work is delivered to the world as the first of a series of performances, which the favorable reception of this will induce the Writer to publish. His purpose is neither selfish nor temporary, but aims at the illustration of some important branches of the moral constitution of man. Whether this tale will be classed with the ordinary or frivolous sources of amusement, or be ranked with the few productions whose usefulness secures to them a lasting... Long Stories - Post by : sbeard - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 1354

Wieland's Madness Wieland's Madness

Wieland's Madness
FIRST PARTI(As the story opens, the narratress, Clara Wieland, is entering upon the happy realization of her love for Henry Pleyel, closest friend of her brother "Wieland."Their woodland home, Mettingen, on the banks of the then remote Schuylkill, is the abode of music, letters and thorough culture. The peace of high thinking and simple outdoor life hovers over all.)One sunny afternoon I was standing in the door of my house, when I marked a person passing close to the edge of the bank that was in front. His pace was a careless and lingering one, and had none of that... Short Stories - Post by : S3rp3nt - Date : November 2010 - Author : Charles Brockden Brown - Read : 2798