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The stories take place in various countries and times. The glimpses of rural Ireland and its people are distinctly observed wahderer well executed, reminding one of the better pages of Walter Scott. But as that hope declined, he neglected the means of realizing it. A Hideous Bit of Morbidity: She exclaimed she was scorched, singed, suffocated; her courage appeared to fail, and she retreated.

Stanton collected all his resolution to encounter the horrible night; he saw all that was before him, and summoned himself to meet it.

Melmoth the Wanderer

Opposing him are various pathetic, tortured souls who fall prey to his Evil Machinations of Evil, and resist bravely the temptations despite being thrown in the madhouse, thw birth to dying children, and variously expiring with tremendous suffering. I remember it was a warm December, and in the evenings I would sit with the windows open.

After the stories are told, the Wanderer himself appears; because he has been unable to win any souls in his years of wandering, he asks to be left to his fate. He paused, exhausted — a quick and thundering step was heard in the passage. The preacher paused, and a circle opening, disclosed the figure of a monk belonging to the convent, who stood mqturin them.

Melmoth felt for a moment as if he were about to receive an explanation from its lips. The prisoner underwent the first and second applications with unshrinking courage, but on the infliction of the water-torture, which is indeed insupportable to humanity, either to suffer or relate, he exclaimed in the gasping interval, he would disclose every thing.

The last lines of the manuscript that were legible, were sufficiently extraordinary. Panting from the fury of the storm, the vehemence of his own exertions, and the difficulty of the task, he was now almost foot to foot, and face to face, with the object of his pursuit, when, grasping at the loosened fragment of a stone whose fall could not have hurt a child, though on its tottering insecurity hung the life-grasp of a man, his hold failed—he fell backwards,—the roaring deep was beneath, seeming to toss its ten thousand arms to receive and devour him.

The portrait, the equation of agelessness with evil, the quiet foreboding: The twitter of the sparrows, the pattering of rain, or the moan of the wind, sounds that he used to sit up in his bed to catch with delight, as reminding him of nature, were now unheeded.

Never was there a lovelier,—they seemed like angels who had only anticipated by a few years their celestial and eternal union.

It is hoped, however, that the present selection, by its directness waanderer the clearness of the story thread, may please the modern reader better than the involved original, and bring before a wider public some of the most gripping descriptions ever penned in English.


He leaned far out of it, and listened with fearful and breathless anxiety. Trivia About Melmoth the Wanderer. Learn More in these related Britannica articles: She was awake, and busy in a moment escaping from the flames; and she dramatized the whole scene with such hideous emlmoth, that Stanton’s resolution was far more in danger from her than from the battle between his neighbours Testimony and Hothead. He looks across the cliffs and sees a shadowy stranger laughing maniacally as the wreckage is smashed upon the rocks.

Of one man, in particular, it was observed, that during their hurried rush to the shore, he was, with what breath his haste allowed him, assuring the rest every wandfrer, ‘she would be down before they could get there,’ and heard the ejaculations of ‘Christ save us! While the men were in search of a hundred coats, boots, and hats of their old master, to be sought for in every part of the house,—while one was dragging a great coat from the window, before which it had long hung as a blind, in total default of glass or shutters,—another was snatching a wig from the jack, where it had been suspended for a duster,—and a third was battling with a cat and her brood of kittens for a pair of old boots which she had been pleased to make the seat of her accouchement,—Melmoth had gone up to the highest room in the house.

It was at this moment that, in a seat opposite to him, he discovered the object of his search for four years,—the Englishman whom he had met in the plains of Valentia, and whom he believed the same with the subject of the extraordinary narrative he had heard there. Stanton gazed on all this with the look of one who ‘could not be moved to smile at any thing. At night his creed retaliates on him; he believes himself one of the reprobates he has been all day denouncing, and curses God for the very decree he has all day been glorifying Him for.

Melmoth the Wanderernovel by Charles Robert Maturinpublished in and considered the last of the classic English gothic romances. Vice is always nearly on an average: Following his uncle’s wish, John burns the Melmoth portrait. It was one of those dismal nights, that, as he tossed on his loathsome bed,—more loathsome from the impossibility to quit it without feeling more ‘unrest,’—he perceived the miserable light that burned in the hearth was obscured by the intervention of some dark object.

He then remembered that night in Spain, when the same sweet and mysterious sounds were heard only by the young bridegroom and bride, of whom the latter perished on that very night. The men in the boxes were composed of two distinct classes, the ‘men of wit and pleasure about town,’ distinguished by their Flanders lace cravats, soiled with snuff, their diamond rings, the pretended gift of a royal mistress, n’importe whether the Duchess of Portsmouth or Nell Gwynne ; their uncombed wigs, whose curls descended to wwnderer waists, and the loud and careless tone in which they abused Dryden, Meelmoth, and Otway, and quoted Sedley and Rochester;—the other class were the lovers, the gentle ‘squires of dames,’ equally conspicuous for their white fringed gloves, their obsequious bows, and their commencing every sentence addressed th a lady, with the profane exclamation of ‘Oh Jesu!


Thanks for telling us about the problem. The manuscript told no more of Melmoth, but mentioned that Stanton was finally liberated from his confinement,—that his pursuit of Melmoth was incessant and indefatigable,—that he himself allowed it to be a species of insanity,—that while he acknowledged it to be the master-passion, he also felt it the master-torment of his life.

Sister Ruth, tempt me not with that calf’s head, it is all streaming with blood;—drop it, I beseech thee, sister, it is unmeet in a woman’s hand, though the brethren drink of it. charlees

Wandreer am sure I shall never read it again. Stanton took no notice of his companion, but as usual seized the first book near him, and began to read.

The following evening Melmoth retired early. You call him a hero? It is singular that Stanton read on without suspicion of his own danger, quite absorbed in the album of a mad-house, without ever reflecting on the place where he was, and which such compositions too manifestly designated.

He could but just make out what tended rather to excite than assuage that feverish thirst of curiosity which was consuming his inmost soul.

These hags all surrounded the bed; and to witness their loud, wild, and desperate grief, their cries of ‘Oh! Few had perused — few know at this day — the terrible story of Melmoth the Wanderer, half man, half devil, who has bartered away his soul for the glory of power and knowledge, and, wanderef of his bargain, tries again and again to persuade some desperate human to change places with him — penetrates to the refuge of misery, the death chamber, even the madhouse, seeking one in such utter agony melmotb to accept his help, and take his curse — but ever fails.

Ye may want it one day for yourselves, ye hags.

Melmoth the Wanderer by Charles Robert Maturin

The whole shore was now crowded with helpless gazers, every crag and cliff was manned; it seemed like a battle fought at once by sea and land, between hope and despair. At midnight he started from a wanderfr, half a swoon, half a sleep, which probably the hardness of his seat, and of the deal table on which he leaned, had not contributed to prolong. After escaping, he comes across a manuscript that details the murder of a woman in the same city. Just such a party mutatis mutandis were collected round the bickering fire and rocking chimney in Melmoth’s kitchen.

But the utmost efforts of his resolution began to sink under the continued horrors charels the place. When he did, the answer was plain and decisive, ‘No, never, never.

Escaping from the cells of the Inquisition, the monk takes refuge with a Spanish Jew who shows him a manuscript describing the wanderer’s encounter with a noble Spanish Christian family. He felt his way to the door, shook it with desperate strength, and uttered the most frightful cries, mixed with expostulations and commands. Help us improve this article!