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a considerable portion of the heathen the house. In order to settle the dispute, world, may seem unnatural. A second Wieland went for the letter.

The scene thought, however, will assure one who that followed we shall give in the author's knows a little of the ways of this world, own words. The passage is as good a specithat nothing is more common than incon- men as we could select, for exhibiting the sistencies of this very kind. There are main characteristics of the author's manner. men, who delight to please everybody, and to labor for the improvement of every “In a few minutes he returned. I was community-but their own family and somewhat interested in the dispute, and was their own neighborhood. God seems to

therefore impatient for his retum; yet, as I require of them some magnificent sacrifice, heard him ascending the stairs, I could not but some heroic endeavor--anywhere but at remarkable dispatch. My eyes were fixed up

remark, that he had executed his intention with their own fireside, and in the midst of the

on him on his entrance. Methought he brought circumstances in which fortune has placed with him

looks considerably different from those them. Wieland inherited violent religious with which he departed. Wonder, and a passions. This element of his character, slight portion of anxiety, were mingled in thus unnaturally predominant at the outset, them. His eyes seemed to be in search of and neglected by the hand of sober and

some object. They passed quickly from one

person to another, till they rested on his wife. persevering discipline, came at last to over

She was seated in careless attitude on the sofa, shadow the whole of his being, and to in- in the same spot as before. She had the musvolve himself and the innocent ones about lin in her hand, by which her attention was him in hideous ruin.

chiefly engrossed. Not long after, Henry Pleyel, brother “ The moment he saw her, his perplexity of the wife of Wieland, was added to visibly increased. He quietly seated himself

, their society, after having spent some

and fixing his eyes on the floor, appeared to

be absorbed in meditation. These singulariyears in Europe.

His views were skepti- ties suspended the inquiry which I was precal, yet his nature was kindly, his intellect paring to make respecting the letter. In a of a high order, and in his fondness for short time, the company relinquished the submusic and poetry, he fully sympathized ject which engaged them, and directed their with each member of the circle into which attention to Wieland. They thought that he he was now comc. The action of his pe- only waited for a pause in the discourse, tn

produce the letter. The pause was uninterrupt culiar views upon Wieland, and the reaction of the faith of the latter against his ed by him. At length Pleyel said, · Well, i

suppose you

have found the letter.' skeptical arguments and incredulous pleas

“No,' said he without any abatement of his antries, may doubtless be understood as gravity, and looking steadfastly at his wife, :1 contributing their share towards the con- did not mount the hill.' . Why not ??_ Cathsummation of that fatal growth in which arine, have you not moved from that spot Wieland's superstitious feelings were rap. the solemnity of his manner, and laying down

since I left the room?'--She was affected with idly progressing. The four spent many her work, answered in a tone of surprise, No hours of gaiety and pastime at the “ tem- Why do you ask that question ? ---His eye ple” where the elder Wieland came to so

were again fixed upon the floor, and he did not mysterious an end, and which had been immediately answer. At length, he said, look refitted into a beautiful summer retreat. ing round upon us, 'Is it true that Catharin This was especially the favorite resort for did not follow me to the hill ? That she di musical diversion, sometimes for the read

not just now enter the room ?' We assure ing of favorite authors, occasionally for a

him, with one voice, that she had not been ab

sent for a moment, and inquired into the mo banquet. Thus were passed six years of tive of his questions. uninterrupted happiness.

* * Your assurances,' said he, "are solemn But a different season was approaching. and unanimous; and yet I must deny credit t One evening, a letter of a certain acquaint- your assertions, or disbelieve the testimony ance, who was travelling in the Southern my senses, which informed me, when I wa

half States, had been the occasion of some way up the hill, that Cathazine was at the

bottom. slight controversy between Pleyel and his

“We were confounded at this declaration friend. This letter had been received Pleyel rallied him with great levity on his be while all were in the "temple," and was havior. He listened to his friend with calm acidentally left behind, on returning to ness, but without any relaxation of features.

* *One thing,' said he, with emphasis, 'is mysterious. To be uttered by Catharine at a rue; either I heard my wife's voice at the bot- place, and on an occasion like this, enhanced om of the bill, or I do not hear your voice at the mystery. I could do nothing but obey. resent.'

Accordingly, I trod back my steps, expecting ** Truly,' returned Pleyel, it is a sad di- that she waited for me at the bottom of the hill. emma to which you have reduced yourself. When I reached the bottom, no one was visiCertain it is, if our eyes can give us certainty, ble. The moon-light was once more universal hat your wife has been sitting in that spot and brilliant, and yet, as far as I could see, no luring every moment of your absence. You human or moving figure was discernible. If ave heard her voice, you say, upon the hill. she had returned to the house, she must have n general, her voice, like her tempcr, is all used wondrous expedition to have passed aloftness. To be heard across the room, she is ready beyond the reach of my eye. I exerted bliged to exert herself.

While you were my voice, but in vain. To my repeated exone, if I mistake not, she did not utter a word. clamation, no answer was returned. lara and I had all the talk to ourselves. Still

" Ruminating on these incidents, I returned may be that she held a whispering confer- hither. There was no room to doubt that I nce with you on the hill ; but tell us the par- had heard my wife's voice; attending inciculars.'

dents were not easily explained; but you now ** The conference,' said he, was short, and assure me that nothing extraordinary has hapur from being carried on in a whisper. You pened to urge my return, and that my wife has now with what intention I left the house. not moved from her seat."" lalf way to the rock, the moon was for a molent hidden from us by a cloud. I never new the air to be more bland or more calm. This inexplicable event was treated by a this interval I glanced at the temple, and Pleyel as a mere deception of the senses.

ought I saw a glimmering between the col- Catharine could not wholly recover her mos. It was so faint, that it would not per- mind from disquietude, although the arguaps have been visible, if the moon had not een shrouded. I looked again, but saw noth- ments with which Pleyel maintained his

The sister of 2. I never visit this building alone, or at opinion seemed plausible. ight

, without being reminded of the fate of Wieland recurred at once in her mind to y father. There was nothing wonderful in the death of her father-on which event, his appearance; yet it suggested something from a child, she had been accustomed to lore than mere solitude and darkness in the ruminate, and which she could never acame place would bave done.

count for as other than miraculous--though "il kept on my way. The images that aunted me were solemn; and I entertained she found it impossible fully to credit such 1. imperfect curiosity, but no fear, as to the a solution. But on the imagination of Wieature of this object. I had ascended the hill land himself, the effect of this occurrence ttle more than half way, when a voice called was truly momentous. He had long rele froun bebind. The accents were clear, dis- garded his father's death as the result of net, powerful, and were uttered, as I fully be- a Divine decree—of a supernatural intereve, by my wife. Her voice is not common. position. The affair of this evening sunk. 180 loud. She has seldom occasion to exert

his mind into a deep, permanent religious , but, nevertheless, I have sometimes heard er call with force and eagerness. If my ear gloom-strong and transforming as that as not deceived, it was her voice which I which took possession of the soul of PasPard.

cal, after his almost miraculous escape from Stop, go no further. There is danger in death, yet wanting all the counterbalancpur path. The suddenness and unexpected- ing effect of culture and manly reason sa of this warning, the tone of alarm with that saved the French scholar from every hich it was given, and, above all, the persua tendency toward insanity. He regarded on that it was my wife who spoke, were nough to disconcert and make me pause. I

the voice as supernatural, and his obedience red and listened to assure myself that I was thereto as a narrow escape from some impt mistaken. The deepest silence succeed pending danger—perhaps from the fate of

At length, I spoke in my turn. • Who his father. ulls ? Is it you, Catharine ??' I stopped and Time wore on.

News had come of an resently received an answer. “Yes, it is I immense inheritance in Lusatia, not only o not up; return instantly; you are wanted

which the house. Still the voice was Catharine's, of wealth but also of political power, od still it proceeded from the foot of the was the undoubted right of Wieland, and airs,

which needed only his presence to secure. ** What could I do? The warning was Pleyel long and strenuously urged his re

moval to Europe—in vain. “ Was it laud- | been secretly given to Pleyel. On a certa able,” said Wieland, “ to grasp at wealth evening, there was to be a rehearsal of and power, even when they were within tragedy which they had lately received from our reach? Were not these the two great Germany. She looked forward with fond sources of depravity? What security had anticipations to the approaching interview he, that in this change of place and con- with Pleyel and her other friends. Usually dition, he should not degenerate into a ty- punctual to a minute, he now delayed rant and voluptuary? Power and riches The evening wore on into night, and stil were chiefly to be dreaded on account of he did not come. She was full of appre their tendency to deprave the possessor. hension and alarm for his sake. The in He held them in abhorrence, not only as tended amusement was defeated by his ab instruments of misery to others, but to him sence; and she returned home, and retired on whom they were conferred. Besides, to her chamber. She could not sleep, for riches were comparative, and was he not the tumult of her thoughts. She did not rich already? He lived at present in even lie down. Some time before, she had the bosom of security and luxury. All heard what seemed to be the voice of two the instruments of pleasure, on which his ruffians in a closet near her bed, whisper reason or imagination set any value, were ing about her murder. In trepidation, she within his reach.” Wieland and Pleyel had fled to the house of her brother. Bu walked out alone, one evening—and this the fright was now remembered scarcely matter was to be discussed for the last time. at all—and Pleyel had always regarded i They promised their friends, whom they as the result of a dream. She went to thi left in the house, a speedy return. But closet, to-night, for a manuscript left bị they did not come again until after mid her father. A voice within cried, “Hold night. They had wandered involuntarily hold !” And yet she unaccountably per into the “ temple.” Both had heard once sisted in her endeavor. The door opened more the mysterious voice-confirming the and a human figure stepped forth. It wa one in his resolution to remain on the banks Carwin. The danger of Clara was not un of the Schuylkill—announcing to the other like that of the Jewess Rebecca in the pres that the Baroness de Stalberg, for love ence of Bois-Gilbert. Her courage wa of whom he was chiefly anxious to hasten not the same; but like her she escaped his return to Europe, was dead. The and Carwin left the house. senses of both gave the same report, and At morning, she is called on by Pleyel Pleyel was, for a moment, confounded. and bis absence on the previous evening i Subsequent tidings confirmed to the lat- explained. He comes, with what seem ter the message he had heard ; and Wie- to him indubitable proof, to charge upoi land was forever fixed in his first resolution her the most infamous disgrace. Nothin of remaining where he was.

could shake from his mind the convictio At this stage, another character is intro- which his own senses seemed to affirm. H duced. Carwin appears as a rustic. The heaped the bitterest reproaches on he first impressions whick his countenance and head, and withdrew, as he said, to embar voice make upon Clara are peculiarly at once for Europe. vivid, and not altogether unpleasing. Car- From the fatal night on which the r win at length becomes a constant guest of hearsal had failed, the intense excitemer the Wieland family, and manifests traits of and hurry of events has no interruptio a cultivated and active intellect, and of a till the end. We cannot hint at a tithe refinement of feeling and expression alto- the occurrences that now take place, bu gether above his apparent condition. But there is one overwhelming incident, whic on all the events of his past life, he main the reader of these volumes remet tains an invincible taciturnity. Aside from bers in spite of all others, and which ere this singularity, his society was welcome, seems to be the principal event to whic and his presence always gave pleasure. all the rest are but secondary and subo His intercourse, for a long time, only dinate. Wieland conceives himself to hav strengthened the good feelings entertained received from Heaven a terrible moniti towards him.

of duty. He is called to sacrifice the dea Clara confesses that her affections had est objects of his affection—to offer uj

through death, his wife and his little ones! a new expression of anguish. After a pause, Let no one start back from this idea as un- she clasped her hands and exclaimednatural—as only horror, without any tra

160 Wieland ! Wieland ! God grant that I pie grandeur or pathos. We want no bet- I see it; it is too plain; thou art undone—lost

am mistaken ; but surely something is wrong. er assurance of genius of a high order, to me and to thyself. At the same time she han the manner in which this most mo

gazed on my features with intensest anxiety, in nentous part of the tale is conceived and hope that different symptoms would take place. Xecuted." In only an ordinary mind, such I replied to her with vehemencen event as is about to be related would “* Undone! No; my duty is known, and I ssume a revolting form. The attempt is thank my God that my cowardice is now vanazardous, but the author comes off with quished, and I have power to fulfil it. Catha

rine! I pity the weakness of thy nature; I pity full triumph. Wieland gives an account thee, but must not spare. Thy life is claimed f this occurrence in a free, fearless, and from my hands; thou must die ! nthusiastic manner, at the close of his "Fear was now added to her grief. What ial for murder. We can give but a portion mean you? Why talk you of death? Bethink f the impressive and affecting scene ; but yourself

, Wieland ; bethink yourself, and this he whole is an exhibition of the author's fit will pass. O why came l'hither! Why did ighest power.

you drag me hither?

“ " I brought thee hither to fulfil a divine com

mand. I am appointed thy destroyer, and destroy " While she was gone, I strode along the en thee I must. Saying this I seized her wrists.

The fellness of a gloomy hurricane but She shrieked aloud, and endeavored to free herintly resembled the discord that reigned in my self from my grasp; but her efforts were vain. ind. To omit this sacrifice must not be; yet “. Surely, surely, Wieland, thou dost not y sinews had refused to perform it. No al mean it. Am I not thy wife? and wouldst thou rnative was offered. To rebel against the kill me? Thou wilt not; and yet--I see—thou andate was impossible; but obedience would art Wieland no longer ! A fury resistless and nder me the executioner of my wife. My horrible possesses thee---spare me-spare—help ill was strong, but my limbs refused their -helplice.

"Till her breath was stopped she shrieked for "She returned with a light; I led the way help-for mercy. When she could speak to the chamber; she looked round her; she lift- longer, her gestures, her looks appealed to my the curtain of the bed; she saw nothing. compassion. My accursed hand was irresolute * At length, she fixed inquiring eyes upon and tremulous. 'I meant thy death to be sud%. The light now enabled her to discover in den, thy struggles to be brief. Alas! my heart visage what darkness had hitherto conceal- was infirm; my resolves mutable. Thrice I

Her cares were now transferred from my slackened my grasp, and life kept its hold, ter to myself, and she said in a tremulous though in the midst of pangs. Her eyeballs ice, Wieland ! you are not well; what ails started from their sockets. Grimness and disn? Can I do nothing for you ?

tortion took the place of all that used to bewitch * That accents and looks so winning should me into transport, and subdue me into reverarm me of my resolution, was to be expected. ence. I thoughts were thrown anew into anarchy. “I was commissioned to kill thee, but not to pread my hand before my eyes that I might torment thee with the foresight of thy death; I see her, and answered only by groans. She not to multiply thy fears, and prolong thy agok my other hand between hers, and pressing nies. Haggard, and pale, and lifeless, at o her heart, spoke with that voice which length thou ceasedst to contend with thy desi ever swayed my will, and wafted away sor- tiny,

- This was a moment of triumph. Thus had My friend! my soul's friend ! tell me thy I successfully subdued the stubbornness of huise of grief. Do I not merit to partake with man passions; the victim which had been dee in thy cares? Am I not thy wife ?' manded was given; the deed was done past re* This was too much. I broke from her em- call. ce, and retired to a corner of the room. In " I lifted the corpse in my arms and laid it. 5 pause, courage was once more infused into on the bed. I gazed upon it with delight. Such · I resolved to execute my duty. She fol- was the elation of my thoughts, that I even red me, and renewed her passionate entrea- broke into laughter. I clapped my hands and i to know the cause of my distress. exclaimed, “It is done! My sacred duty is ful"I raised my head and regarded her with filled! To that I have sacrificed, O my God! Afast looks. I muttered something about thy last and best gift, my wife! th, and the injunctions of my duty. At these " For a while I thus soared above frailty. I rds she shrunk back, and looked at me with | imagined I had set myself forever beyond the


reach of selfishness; but my imaginations were he perishes by his own hand. Clara sinks. false. This rapture quickly subsided. I looked again at my wife. My joyous ebullitions despair. She afterwards recovered, in a

as it seems for a time, into an immovable vanished, and I asked myself who it was whom I saw ? Methought it could not be Catharine.

measure, her serenity of mind; went to It could not be the woman who had lodged for Europe with an uncle ; was joined by years in my heart; who had slept, nightly, in Pleyel, to whom his severe charges had iny bosom ; who had borne in her womb, who been shown to be entirely groundless had fostered at her breast, the beings who call- and was at last married to him she still ed me father; whom I had watched with de- heartily loved. Carwin confesses his fatal light, and cherished with a fondness ever new and perpetually growing; it could not be the errors, and, so far as is in human power,

is forgiven. An unworthy connection with "Where was her bloom! These deadly and the servant of Clara, as well as an unwarblood-suffused orbs but ill resemble the azure rantable curiosity respecting the affairs of and ecstatic tenderness of her eyes. The lucid | the Wielands, had betrayed him into many stream that meandered over that bosom, the difficulties, from which he could in no way glow of love that was wont to sit upon that extricate himself but by the aid of a sincheek, are much unlike these livid stains and this hideous deformity. Alas! these were the gular faculty--which he had in former traces of agony ; the gripe of the assassin had times carefully cultivated, but which be been here !

had long since determined never to use "I will not dwell upon my lapse into despe- again-commonly named ventriloquism rate and outrageous sorrow. The breath of This name, indeed, is inadequate to ex heaven that sustained me was withdrawn, and press the exact nature of the power I sunk into mere man. I leaped from the floor; exerted by Carwin, yet we employ thi I dashed my head against the wall; I uttered word as the nearest approach to a descrip screams of horror; I panted after torment and pain. Eternal fire and the bickerings of hell

, tion of the character of his agency that compared with what I felt, were music and a single word can give. Of such a kind bed of roses.

then, was the voice first heard by Wieland “I thank my God that this degeneracy was when approaching the temple. From suc! transient; that he deigned once more to raise a source were the words heard by hin me aloft. I thought upon what I had done as

and Pleyel, while talking in the same plac a sacrifice to duty, and was calm. My wife was dead; but I reflected that, though this

-the whispers heard in the closet source of human consolation was closed, yet Clara-and all the sounds that had an others were still open. If the transports of a appearance of the supernatural. It wa husband were no more, the feclings of a father an artfully imitated conversation betwee had still scope for exercise. When remem- Carwin and Clara, that Pleyel had orer brance of their mother should excite too keen heard, and from thence inferred the hypod a pang, I would look upon them and be com- risy and crime of the latter. Carwi forted.

" While I revolved these ideas, new warmth dreamed not, bad as he really was, of wha flowed in upon my heart— I was wrong. These results he was about to be the occasion feelings were the growth of selfishness. Of and the knowledge of these events mad this I was not aware, and to dispel the mist that him truly miserable. obscured my perceptions, a new effulgence and Such is an outline of this tale-a mea a new mandate were necessary.

gre synopsis of a work that must be rea " From these thoughts I was recalled by a ray that was shot into the room.

as the author has written it, in order

A voice spake like that which I had before heard—Thou hast convey a just notion of its merits, ort done well; but all is not done-the sacrifice is carry to the heart its real power. W incompleto-thy children must be offered—they cannot forbear stating here our regret must perish with their mother!

that a man of such celebrity and author

ty in the republic of letters as Mr. Pre The subsequent events may be easily cott has since become should have under imagined. Only two or three incidents taken the biography of one for whom is need further be mentioned. Wieland, could claim no higher consideration, an after his conviction for murder, is confined in the increase of whose reputation 4 in prison as a victim of madness. Subse-could feel no more interest. * When uently, a lucid interval reveals to him the Il enormity of all that he has done, and

See Sparks's Am. Biography, vol. I. The two

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