I’ll give a thousand pounds to look upon him.
Shakespeare.
In the autumn of 1816, John Melmoth, a student in Trinity College, Dublin, quitted it to attend a dying uncle on whom his hopes for independence chiefly rested. John was the orphan3 son of a younger brother, whose small property scarce could pay John’s college expences; but the uncle was rich, unmarried, and old; and John, from his infancy5, had been brought up to look on him with that mingled6 sensation of awe7, and of the wish, without the means to conciliate, (that sensation at once attractive and repulsive), with which we regard a being who (as nurse, domestic, and parent have tutored us to believe) holds the very threads of our existence in his hands, and may prolong or snap them when he pleases.
On receiving this summons, John set immediately out to attend his uncle.
The beauty of the country through which he travelled (it was the county Wicklow) could not prevent his mind from dwelling9 on many painful thoughts, some borrowed from the past, and more from the future. His uncle’s caprice and moroseness10, — the strange reports concerning the cause of the secluded11 life he had led for many years, — his own dependent state, — fell like blows fast and heavy on his mind. He roused himself to repel12 them, — sat up in the mail, in which he was a solitary13 passenger, — looked out on the prospect14, — consulted his watch; — then he thought they receded15 for a moment, — but there was nothing to fill their place, and he was forced to invite them back for company. When the mind is thus active in calling over invaders16, no wonder the conquest is soon completed. As the carriage drew near the Lodge17, (the name of old Melmoth’s seat), John’s heart grew heavier every moment.
The recollection of this awful uncle from infancy, — when he was never permitted to approach him without innumerable lectures, — not to be troublesome, — not to go too near his uncle, — not to ask him any questions, — on no account to disturb the inviolable arrangement of his snuff-box, hand-bell, and spectacles, nor to suffer the glittering of the gold-headed cane18 to tempt19 him to the mortal sin of handling it, — and, finally, to pilot himself aright through his perilous20 course in and out of the apartment without striking against the piles of books, globes, old newspapers, wig-blocks, tobacco-pipes, and snuff-cannisters, not to mention certain hidden rocks of rat-traps and mouldy books beneath the chairs, — together with the final reverential bow at the door, which was to be closed with cautious gentleness, and the stairs to be descended21 as if he were ‘shod with felt.’ — This recollection was carried on to his school-boy years, when at Christmas and Easter, the ragged22 poney, the jest of the school, was dispatched to bring the reluctant visitor to the Lodge, — where his pastime was to sit vis-a-vis to his uncle, without speaking or moving, till the pair resembled Don Raymond and the ghost of Beatrice in the Monk23, — then watching him as he picked the bones of lean mutton out of his mess of weak broth4, the latter of which he handed to his nephew with a needless caution not to ‘take more than he liked,’ — then hurried to bed by daylight, even in winter, to save the expence of an inch of candle, where he lay awake and restless from hunger, till his uncle’s retiring at eight o’clock gave signal to the governante of the meagre household to steal up to him with some fragments of her own scanty24 meal, administering between every mouthful a whispered caution not to tell his uncle. Then his college life, passed in an attic25 in the second square, uncheered by an invitation to the country; the gloomy summer wasted in walking up and down the deserted26 streets, as his uncle would not defray the expences of his journey; — the only intimation of his existence, received in quarterly epistles, containing, with the scanty but punctual remittance27, complaints of the expences of his education, cautions against extravagance, and lamentations for the failure of tenants28 and the fall of the value of lands. All these recollections came over him, and along with them the remembrance of that last scene, where his dependence2 on his uncle was impressed on him by the dying lips of his father.
‘John, I must leave you, my poor boy; it has pleased God to take your father from you before he could do for you what would have made this hour less painful to him. You must look up, John, to your uncle for every thing. He has oddities and infirmities, but you must learn to bear with them, and with many other things too, as you will learn too soon. And now, my poor boy, may He who is the father of the fatherless look on your desolate29 state, and give you favour in the eyes of your uncle.’ As this scene rose to John’s memory, his eyes filled fast with tears, which he hastened to wipe away as the carriage stopt to let him out at his uncle’s gate.
He alighted, and with a change of linen30 in a handkerchief, (his only travelling equipment), he approached his uncle’s gate. The lodge was in ruins, and a barefooted boy from an adjacent cabin ran to lift on its single hinge what had once been a gate, but was now a few planks31 so villainously put together, that they clattered32 like a sign in a high wind. The stubborn post of the gate, yielding at last to the united strength of John and his barefooted assistant, grated heavily through the mud and gravel33 stones, in which it left a deep and sloughy34 furrow35, and the entrance lay open. John, after searching his pocket in vain for a trifle to reward his assistant, pursued his way, while the lad, on his return, cleared the road at a hop1 step and jump, plunging36 through the mud with all the dabbling37 and amphibious delight of a duck, and scarce less proud of his agility38 than of his ‘sarving a gentleman.’ As John slowly trod the miry road which had once been the approach, he could discover, by the dim light of an autumnal evening, signs of increasing desolation since he had last visited the spot, — signs that penury39 had been aggravated40 and sharpened into downright misery42. There was not a fence or a hedge round the domain43: an uncemented wall of loose stones, whose numerous gaps were filled with furze or thorns, supplied their place. There was not a tree or shrub44 on the lawn; the lawn itself was turned into pasture-ground, and a few sheep were picking their scanty food amid the pebblestones, thistles, and hard mould, through which a few blades of grass made their rare and squalid appearance.
The house itself stood strongly defined even amid the darkness of the evening sky; for there were neither wings, or offices, or shrubbery, or tree, to shade or support it, and soften45 its strong harsh outline. John, after a melancholy46 gaze at the grass-grown steps and boarded windows, ‘addressed himself’ to knock at the door; but knocker there was none: loose stones, however, there were in plenty; and John was making vigorous application to the door with one of them, till the furious barking of a mastiff, who threatened at every bound to break his chain, and whose yell and growl47, accompanied by ‘eyes that glow and fangs48 that grin,’ savoured as much of hunger as of rage, made the assailant raise the siege on the door, and betake himself to a well-known passage that led to the kitchen. A light glimmered49 in the window as he approached: he raised the latch50 with a doubtful hand; but, when he saw the party within, he advanced with the step of a man no longer doubtful of his welcome.
Round a turf-fire, whose well-replenished fuel gave testimony51 to the ‘master’s ‘ indisposition, who would probably as soon have been placed on the fire himself as seen the whole kish emptied on it once, were seated the old housekeeper52, two or three followers53, (i.e. people who ate, drank, and lounged about in any kitchen that was open in the neighbourhood, on an occasion of grief or joy, all for his honor’s sake, and for the great rispict they bore the family), and an old woman, whom John immediately recognized as the doctress of the neighbourhood, — a withered54 Sybil, who prolonged her squalid existence by practising on the fears, the ignorance, and the sufferings of beings as miserable55 as herself. Among the better sort, to whom she sometimes had access by the influence of servants, she tried the effects of some simples, her skill in which was sometimes productive of success. Among the lower orders she talked much of the effects of the ‘evil eye,’ against which she boasted a counter-spell, of unfailing efficacy; and while she spoke56, she shook her grizzled locks with such witch-like eagerness, that she never failed to communicate to her half-terrified, half-believing audience, some portion of that enthusiasm which, amid all her consciousness of imposture57, she herself probably felt a large share of; still, when the case at last became desperate, when credulity itself lost all patience, and hope and life were departing together, she urged the miserable patient to confess ‘there was something about his heart;’ and when this confession58 was extorted59 from the weariness of pain and the ignorance of poverty, she nodded and muttered so mysteriously, as to convey to the bystanders, that she had had difficulties to contend with which were invincible60 by human power. When there was no pretext61, from indisposition, for her visiting either ‘his honor’s ‘ kitchen, or the cottar’s hut, — when the stubborn and persevering62 convalescence63 of the whole country threatened her with starvation, — she still had a resource:— if there were no lives to be shortened, there were fortunes to be told; — she worked ‘by spells, and by such daubry as is beyond our element.’ No one twined so well as she the mystic yarn64 to be dropt into the lime-kiln pit, on the edge of which stood the shivering inquirer into futurity, doubtful whether the answer to her question of ‘who holds?’ was to be uttered by the voice of demon65 or lover.
No one knew so well as she to find where the four streams met, in which, on the same portentous66 season, the chemise was to be immersed, and then displayed before the fire, (in the name of one whom we dare not mention to ‘ears polite’), to be turned by the figure of the destined67 husband before morning. No one but herself (she said) knew the hand in which the comb was to be held, while the other was employed in conveying the apple to the mouth, — while, during the joint68 operation, the shadow of the phantom-spouse was to pass across the mirror before which it was performed. No one was more skilful69 or active in removing every iron implement70 from the kitchen where these ceremonies were usually performed by the credulous71 and terrified dupes of her wizardry, lest, instead of the form of a comely72 youth exhibiting a ring on his white finger, an headless figure should stalk to the rack, (Anglicè, dresser), take down a long spit, or, in default of that, snatch a poker73 from the fire-side, and mercilessly take measure with its iron length of the sleeper74 for a coffin75. No one, in short, knew better how to torment76 or terrify her victims into a belief of that power which may and has reduced the strongest minds to the level of the weakest; and under the influence of which the cultivated sceptic, Lord Lyttleton, yelled and gnashed and writhed77 in his last hours, like the poor girl who, in the belief of the horrible visitation of the vampire78, shrieked79 aloud, that her grandfather was sucking her vital blood while she slept, and expired under the influence of imaginary horror. Such was the being to whom old Melmoth had committed his life, half from credulity, and (Hibernicè speaking) more than half from avarice80. Among this groupe John advanced, — recognising some, — disliking more, — distrusting all. The old housekeeper received him with cordiality; — he was always her ‘white-headed boy,’ she said, — (imprimis, his hair was as black as jet), and she tried to lift her withered hand to his head with an action between a benediction81 and a caress82, till the difficulty of the attempt forced on her the conviction that that head was fourteen inches higher than her reach since she had last patted it. The men, with the national deference83 of the Irish to a person of superior rank, all rose at his approach, (their stools chattering84 on the broken flags), and wished his honor ‘a thousand years, and long life to the back of that; and would not his honor take something to keep the grief out of his heart;’ and so saying, five or six red and bony hands tendered him glasses of whiskey all at once. All this time the Sybil sat silent in the ample chimney-corner, sending redoubled whiffs out of her pipe. John gently declined the offer of spirits, received the attentions of the old housekeeper cordially, looked askance at the withered crone who occupied the chimney corner, and then glanced at the table, which displayed other cheer than he had been accustomed to see in his ‘honor’s time.’ There was a wooden dish of potatoes, which old Melmoth would have considered enough for a week’s subsistence. There was the salted salmon85, (a luxury unknown even in London. Vide Miss Edgeworth’s Tales, ‘The Absentee’).
There was the slink-veal, flanked with tripe86; and, finally, there were lobsters88 and fried turbot enough to justify89 what the author of the tale asserts, ‘suo periculo,’ that when his great grandfather, the Dean of Killala, hired servants at the deanery, they stipulated90 that they should not be required to eat turbot or lobster87 more than twice a-week. There were also bottles of Wicklow ale, long and surreptitiously borrowed from his ‘honor’s ‘ cellar, and which now made their first appearance on the kitchen hearth91, and manifested their impatience92 of further constraint93, by hissing94, spitting, and bouncing in the face of the fire that provoked its animosity. But the whiskey (genuine illegitimate potsheen, smelling strongly of weed and smoke, and breathing defiance95 to excisemen) appeared, the ‘veritable Amphitryon’ of the feast; every one praised, and drank as deeply as he praised.
John, as he looked round the circle, and thought of his dying uncle, was forcibly reminded of the scene at Don Quixote’s departure, where, in spite of the grief caused by the dissolution of the worthy96 knight97, we are informed that ‘nevertheless the niece eat her victuals98, the housekeeper drank to the repose99 of his soul, and even Sancho cherished his little carcase.’ After returning, ‘as he might,’ the courtesies of the party, John asked how his uncle was. ‘As bad as he can be;’ — ‘Much better, and many thanks to your honor,’ was uttered in such rapid and discordant100 unison101 by the party, that John turned from one to the other, not knowing which or what to believe. ‘They say his honour has had a fright,’ said a fellow, upwards102 of six feet high, approaching by way of whispering, and then bellowing103 the sound six inches above John’s head. ‘But then his honor has had a cool since,’ said a man who was quietly swallowing the spirits that John had refused. At these words the Sybil who sat in the chimney corner slowly drew her pipe from her mouth, and turned towards the party: The oracular movements of a Pythoness on her tripod never excited more awe, or impressed for the moment a deeper silence. ‘It’s not here,’ said she, pressing her withered finger on her wrinkled forehead, ‘nor here, — nor here;’ and she extended her hand to the foreheads of those who were near her, who all bowed as if they were receiving a benediction, but had immediate8 recourse to the spirits afterwards, as if to ensure its effects. — ‘It’s all here — it’s all about the heart;’ and as she spoke she spread and pressed her fingers on her hollow bosom104 with a force of action that thrilled her hearers. — ‘It’s all here,’ she added, repeating the action, (probably excited by the effect she had produced), and then sunk on her seat, resumed her pipe, and spoke no more. At this moment of involuntary awe on the part of John, and of terrified silence on that of the rest, an unusual sound was heard in the house, and the whole company started as if a musket105 had been discharged among them:— it was the unwonted sound of old Melmoth’s bell. His domestics were so few, and so constantly near him, that the sound of his bell startled them as much as if he had been ringing the knell106 for his own interment. ‘He used always to rap down for me,’ said the old housekeeper, hurrying out of the kitchen; ‘he said pulling the bells wore out the ropes.’
The sound of the bell produced its full effect. The housekeeper rushed into the room, followed by a number of women, (the Irish pr?fic?); all ready to prescribe for the dying or weep for the dead, — all clapping their hard hands, or wiping their dry eyes. These hags all surrounded the bed; and to witness their loud, wild, and desperate grief, their cries of ‘Oh! he’s going, his honor’s going, his honor’s going,’ one would have imagined their lives were bound up in his, like those of the wives in the story of Sinbad the Sailor, who were to be interred107 alive with their deceased husbands.
Four of them wrung108 their hands and howled round the bed, while one, with all the adroitness109 of a Mrs. Quickly, felt his honor’s feet, and ‘upward and upward,’ and ‘all was cold as any stone.’
Old Melmoth withdrew his feet from the grasp of the hag, — counted with his keen eye (keen amid the approaching dimness of death) the number assembled round his bed, — raised himself on his sharp elbow, and pushing away the housekeeper, (who attempted to settle his nightcap, that had been shoved on one side in the struggle, and gave his haggard, dying face, a kind of grotesque110 fierceness), bellowed111 out in tones that made the company start, — ‘What the devil brought ye all here?’ The question scattered112 the whole party for a moment; but rallying instantly, they communed among themselves in whispers, and frequently using the sign of the cross, muttered ‘The devil, — Christ save us, the devil in his mouth the first word he spoke.’ ‘Aye,’ roared the invalid113, ‘and the devil in my eye the first sight I see.’ ‘Where, — where?’ cried the terrified housekeeper, clinging close to the invalid in her terror, and half-hiding herself in the blanket, which she snatched without mercy from his struggling and exposed limbs. ‘There, there,’ he repeated, (during the battle of the blanket), pointing to the huddled114 and terrified women, who stood aghast at hearing themselves arointed as the very demons115 they came to banish116. ‘Oh! Lord keep your honor’s head,’ said the housekeeper in a more soothing117 tone, when her fright was over; ‘and sure your honour knows them all, is’n’t her name, — and her name, — and her name,’ — and she pointed118 respectively to each of them, adding their names, which we shall spare the English reader the torture of reciting, (as a proof of our lenity, adding the last only, Cotchleen O’Mulligan), ‘Ye lie, ye b — -h,’ growled119 old Melmoth; ‘their name is Legion, for they are many, — turn them all out of the room, — turn them all out of doors, — if they howl at my death, they shall howl in earnest, — not for my death, for they would see me dead and damned too with dry eyes, but for want of the whiskey that they would have stolen if they could have got at it,’ (and here old Melmoth grasped a key which lay under his pillow, and shook it in vain triumph at the old housekeeper, who had long possessed120 the means of getting at the spirits unknown to his ‘honor’), ‘and for want of the victuals you have pampered121 them with.’ ’Pampered, oh Ch — st!’ ejaculated the housekeeper. ‘Aye, and what are there so many candles for, all fours, and the same below I warrant. Ah! you — you — worthless, wasteful122 old devil.’ ‘Indeed, your honor, they are all sixes.’ ‘Sixes, — and what the devil are you burning sixes for, d’ye think it’s the wake already? Ha?’ ‘Oh! not yet, your honor, not yet,’ chorussed the beldams; ‘but in God’s good time, your honor knows,’ in a tone that spoke ill suppressed impatience for the event. ‘Oh! that your honor would think of making your soul.’ ‘That’s the first sensible word you have said,’ said the dying man, ‘fetch me the prayer-book, — you’ll find it there under that old boot-jack, — blow off the cobwebs; — it has not been opened this many a year.’ It was handed to him by the old governante, on whom he turned a reproaching eye. ‘What made you burn sixes in the kitchen, you extravagant123 jade124? How many years have you lived in this house?’ ‘I don’t know, your honor.’ ‘Did you ever see any extravagance or waste in it?’ ‘Oh never, never, your honor.’ ‘Was any thing but a farthing candle ever burned in the kitchen?’ ‘Never, never, your honor.’ ‘Were not you kept as tight as hand and head and heart could keep you, were you not? answer me that.’ ‘Oh yes, sure, your honor; every sowl about us knows that, — every one does your honor justice, that you kept the closest house and closest hand in the country, — your honor was always a good warrant for it.’ ‘And how dare you unlock my hold before death has unlocked it,’ said the dying miser41, shaking his meagre hand at her. ‘I smelt125 meat in the house, — I heard voices in the house, — I heard the key turn in the door over and over. Oh that I was up,’ he added, rolling in impatient agony in his bed, ‘Oh that I was up, to see the waste and ruin that is going on. But it would kill me,’ he continued, sinking back on the bolster126, for he never allowed himself a pillow; ‘it would kill me, — the very thought of it is killing127 me now.’ The women, discomfited128 and defeated, after sundry129 winks130 and whispers, were huddling131 out of the room, till recalled by the sharp eager tones of old Melmoth. — ‘Where are ye trooping to now? back to the kitchen to gormandize and guzzle132? Won’t one of ye stay and listen while there’s a prayer read for me? Ye may want it one day for yourselves, ye hags.’ Awed133 by this expostulation and menace, the train silently returned, and placed themselves round the bed, while the housekeeper, though a Catholic, asked if his honor would not have a clergyman to give him the rights, (rites) of his church. The eyes of the dying man sparkled with vexation at the proposal. ‘What for, — just to have him expect a scarf and hat-band at the funeral. Read the prayers yourself, you old ———; that will save something.’ The housekeeper made the attempt, but soon declined it, alleging134, as her reason, that her eyes had been watery135 ever since his honor took ill. ‘That’s because you had always a drop in them,’ said the invalid, with a spiteful sneer136, which the contraction137 of approaching death stiffened138 into a hideous139 grin. — ‘Here, — is not there one of you that’s gnashing and howling there, that can get up a prayer to keep me from it?’ So adjured140, one of the women offered her services; and of her it might truly be said, as of the ‘most desartless man of the watch’ in Dogberry’s time, that ‘her reading and writing came by nature;’ for she never had been at school, and had never before seen or opened a Protestant prayer book in her life; nevertheless, on she went, and with more emphasis than good discretion141, read nearly through the service for the ‘churching of women;’ which in our prayer-books following that of the burial of the dead, she perhaps imagined was someway connected with the state of the invalid.
She read with great solemnity, — it was a pity that two interruptions occurred during the performance, one from old Melmoth, who, shortly after the commencement of the prayers, turned towards the old housekeeper, and said, in a tone scandalously audible, ‘Go down and draw the niggers of the kitchen fire closer, and lock the door, and let me hear it locked. I can’t mind any thing till that’s done.’ The other was from John Melmoth gliding142 into the room, hearing the inappropriate words uttered by the ignorant woman, taking quietly as he knelt beside her the prayer-book from her hands, and reading in a suppressed voice part of that solemn service which, by the forms of the Church of England, is intended for the consolation143 of the departing.
‘That is John’s voice,’ said the dying man; and the little kindness he had ever shewed this unfortunate lad rushed on his hard heart at this moment, and touched it. He saw himself, too, surrounded by heartless and rapacious144 menials; and slight as must have been his dependence on a relative whom he had always treated as a stranger, he felt at this hour he was no stranger, and grasped at his support like a straw amid his wreck145. ‘John, my good boy, you are there. — I kept you far from me when living, and now you are nearest me when dying. — John, read on.’ John, affected146 deeply by the situation in which he beheld147 this poor man, amid all his wealth, as well as by the solemn request to impart consolation to his dying moments, read on; — but in a short time his voice became indistinct, from the horror with which he listened to the increasing hiccup148 of the patient, which, however, he struggled with from time to time, to ask the housekeeper if the niggers were closed. John, who was a lad of feeling, rose from his knees in some degree of agitation149. ‘What, are you leaving me like the rest?’ said old Melmoth, trying to raise himself in the bed. ‘No, Sir,’ said John; ‘but,’ observing the altered looks of the dying man, ‘I think you want some refreshment150, some support, Sir.’ ‘Aye, I do, I do, but whom can I trust to get it for me. They, (and his haggard eye wandered round the groupe), they would poison me.’ ‘Trust me, Sir,’ said John; ‘I will go to the apothecary’s, or whoever you may employ.’ The old man grasped his hand, drew him close to his bed, cast a threatening yet fearful eye round the party, and then whispered in a voice of agonized151 constraint, ‘I want a glass of wine, it would keep me alive for some hours, but there is not one I can trust to get it for me, — they’d steal a bottle, and ruin me.’ John was greatly shocked. ‘Sir, for God’s sake, let me get a glass of wine for you.’ ‘Do you know where?’ said the old man, with an expression in his face John could not understand. ‘No, Sir; you know I have been rather a stranger here, Sir.’ ‘Take this key,’ said old Melmoth, after a violent spasm152; ‘take this key, there is wine in that closet, — Madeira. I always told them there was nothing there, but they did not believe me, or I should not have been robbed as I have been. At one time I said it was whiskey, and then I fared worse than ever, for they drank twice as much of it.’
John took the key from his uncle’s hand; the dying man pressed it as he did so, and John, interpreting this as a mark of kindness, returned the pressure. He was undeceived by the whisper that followed, — ‘John, my lad, don’t drink any of that wine while you are there.’ ‘Good God!’ said John, indignantly throwing the key on the bed; then, recollecting153 that the miserable being before him was no object of resentment154, he gave the promise required, and entered the closet, which no foot but that of old Melmoth had entered for nearly sixty years. He had some difficulty in finding out the wine, and indeed staid long enough to justify his uncle’s suspicions, — but his mind was agitated155, and his hand unsteady. He could not but remark his uncle’s extraordinary look, that had the ghastliness of fear superadded to that of death, as he gave him permission to enter his closet. He could not but see the looks of horror which the women exchanged as he approached it. And, finally, when he was in it, his memory was malicious156 enough to suggest some faint traces of a story, too horrible for imagination, connected with it. He remembered in one moment most distinctly, that no one but his uncle had ever been known to enter it for many years.
Before he quitted it, he held up the dim light, and looked around him with a mixture of terror and curiosity. There was a great deal of decayed and useless lumber157, such as might be supposed to be heaped up to rot in a miser’s closet; but John’s eyes were in a moment, and as if by magic, rivetted on a portrait that hung on the wall, and appeared, even to his untaught eye, far superior to the tribe of family pictures that are left to moulder158 on the walls of a family mansion159. It represented a man of middle age. There was nothing remarkable160 in the costume, or in the countenance161, but the eyes, John felt, were such as one feels they wish they had never seen, and feels they can never forget. Had he been acquainted with the poetry of Southey, he might have often exclaimed in his after-life,
‘Only the eyes had life,
They gleamed with demon light.’ — THALABA.
From an impulse equally resistless and painful, he approached the portrait, held the candle towards it, and could distinguish the words on the border of the painting, — Jno. Melmoth, anno 1646. John was neither timid by nature, or nervous by constitution, or superstitious162 from habit, yet he continued to gaze in stupid horror on this singular picture, till, aroused by his uncle’s cough, he hurried into his room. The old man swallowed the wine. He appeared a little revived; it was long since he had tasted such a cordial, — his heart appeared to expand to a momentary163 confidence. ‘John, what did you see in that room?’ ‘Nothing, Sir.’ ‘That’s a lie; every one wants to cheat or to rob me.’ ‘Sir, I don’t want to do either.’ ‘Well, what did you see that you — you took notice of?’ ‘Only a picture, Sir.’ ‘A picture, Sir! — the original is still alive.’ John, though under the impression of his recent feelings, could not but look incredulous. ‘John,’ whispered his uncle; — ‘John, they say I am dying of this and that; and one says it is for want of nourishment164, and one says it is for want of medicine, — but, John,’ and his face looked hideously165 ghastly, ‘I am dying of a fright. That man,’ and he extended his meagre arm toward the closet, as if he was pointing to a living being; ‘that man, I have good reason to know, is alive still.’ ‘How is that possible, Sir?’ said John involuntarily, ‘the date on the picture is 1646.’ ‘You have seen it, — you have noticed it,’ said his uncle. ‘Well,’ — he rocked and nodded on his bolster for a moment, then, grasping John’s hand with an unutterable look, he exclaimed, ‘You will see him again, he is alive.’ Then, sinking back on his bolster, he fell into a kind of sleep or stupor166, his eyes still open, and fixed167 on John.
The house was now perfectly168 silent, and John had time and space for reflection. More thoughts came crowding on him than he wished to welcome, but they would not be repulsed169. He thought of his uncle’s habits and character, turned the matter over and over again in his mind, and he said to himself, ‘The last man on earth to be superstitious. He never thought of any thing but the price of stocks, and the rate of exchange, and my college expences, that hung heavier at his heart than all; and such a man to die of a fright, — a ridiculous fright, that a man living 150 years ago is alive still, and yet — he is dying.’ John paused, for facts will confute the most stubborn logician170. ‘With all his hardness of mind, and of heart, he is dying of a fright. I heard it in the kitchen, I have heard it from himself, — he could not be deceived. If I had ever heard he was nervous, or fanciful, or superstitious, but a character so contrary to all these impressions; — a man that, as poor Butler says, in his Remains171, of the Antiquarian, would have ‘sold Christ over again for the numerical piece of silver which Judas got for him,’ — such a man to die of fear! Yet he is dying,’ said John, glancing his fearful eye on the contracted nostril172, the glazed173 eye, the dropping jaw174, the whole horrible apparatus175 of the facies Hippocratica displayed, and soon to cease its display.
Old Melmoth at this moment seemed to be in a deep stupor; his eyes lost that little expression they had before, and his hands, that had convulsively been catching176 at the blankets, let go their short and quivering grasp, and lay extended on the bed like the claws of some bird that had died of hunger, — so meagre, so yellow, so spread. John, unaccustomed to the sight of death, believed this to be only a sign that he was going to sleep; and, urged by an impulse for which he did not attempt to account to himself, caught up the miserable light, and once more ventured into the forbidden room, — the blue chamber177 of the dwelling. The motion roused the dying man; — he sat bolt upright in his bed. This John could not see, for he was now in the closet; but he heard the groan178, or rather the choaked and guggling rattle179 of the throat, that announces the horrible conflict between muscular and mental convulsion. He started, turned away; but, as he turned away, he thought he saw the eyes of the portrait, on which his own was fixed, move, and hurried back to his uncle’s bedside.
Old Melmoth died in the course of that night, and died as he had lived, in a kind of avaricious180 delirium181. John could not have imagined a scene so horrible as his last hours presented. He cursed and blasphemed about three half-pence, missing, as he said, some weeks before, in an account of change with his groom182, about hay to a starving horse that he kept. Then he grasped John’s hand, and asked him to give him the sacrament. ‘If I send to the clergyman, he will charge me something for it, which I cannot pay, — I cannot. They say I am rich, — look at this blanket; — but I would not mind that, if I could save my soul.’ And, raving183, he added, ‘Indeed, Doctor, I am a very poor man. I never troubled a clergyman before, and all I want is, that you will grant me two trifling184 requests, very little matters in your way, — save my soul, and (whispering) make interest to get me a parish coffin, — I have not enough left to bury me. I always told every one I was poor, but the more I told them so, the less they believed me.’
John, greatly shocked, retired185 from the bed-side, and sat down in a distant corner of the room. The women were again in the room, which was very dark. Melmoth was silent from exhaustion186, and there was a death-like pause for some time. At this moment John saw the door open, and a figure appear at it, who looked round the room, and then quietly and deliberately187 retired, but not before John had discovered in his face the living original of the portrait. His first impulse was to utter an exclamation188 of terror, but his breath felt stopped. He was then rising to pursue the figure, but a moment’s reflection checked him. What could be more absurd, than to be alarmed or amazed at a resemblance between a living man and the portrait of a dead one! The likeness189 was doubtless strong enough to strike him even in that darkened room, but it was doubtless only a likeness; and though it might be imposing190 enough to terrify an old man of gloomy and retired habits, and with a broken constitution, John resolved it should not produce the same effect on him.
But while he was applauding himself for this resolution, the door opened, and the figure appeared at it, beckoning191 and nodding to him, with a familiarity somewhat terrifying. John now started up, determined192 to pursue it; but the pursuit was stopped by the weak but shrill193 cries of his uncle, who was struggling at once with the agonies of death and his housekeeper. The poor woman, anxious for her master’s reputation and her own, was trying to put on him a clean shirt and nightcap, and Melmoth, who had just sensation enough to perceive they were taking something from him, continued exclaiming feebly, ‘They are robbing me, — robbing me in my last moments, — robbing a dying man. John, won’t you assist me, — I shall die a beggar; they are taking my last shirt, — I shall die a beggar.’ — And the miser died.
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broth
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infancy
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dwelling
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secluded
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repel
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prospect
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lodge
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cane
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tempt
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perilous
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descended
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remittance
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tenants
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gravel
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sloughy
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furrow
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plunging
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dabbling
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agility
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penury
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aggravated
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miser
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misery
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domain
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shrub
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soften
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melancholy
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growl
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fangs
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glimmered
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latch
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testimony
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housekeeper
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followers
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withered
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miserable
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spoke
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imposture
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confession
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extorted
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invincible
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pretext
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persevering
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yarn
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demon
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portentous
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joint
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skilful
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credulous
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poker
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sleeper
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vampire
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avarice
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benediction
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deference
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salmon
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lobster
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lobsters
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hearth
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defiance
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knight
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exclamation
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