The Monk - A Romance

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by The Monk [lit]


  Scarcely had Don Christoval ceased to speak, when the Domina of

  St. Clare appeared, followed by a long procession of Nuns. Each

  upon entering the Church took off her veil. The Prioress crossed

  her hands upon her bosom, and made a profound reverence as She

  passed the Statue of St. Francis, the Patron of this Cathedral.

  The Nuns followed her example, and several moved onwards without

  having satisfied Lorenzo's curiosity. He almost began to despair

  of seeing the mystery cleared up, when in paying her respects to

  St. Francis, one of the Nuns happened to drop her Rosary. As She

  stooped to pick it up, the light flashed full upon her face. At

  the same moment She dexterously removed the letter from beneath

  the Image, placed it in her bosom, and hastened to resume her

  rank in the procession.

  'Ha!' said Christoval in a low voice; 'Here we have some little

  Intrigue, no doubt.'

  'Agnes, by heaven!' cried Lorenzo.

  'What, your Sister? Diavolo! Then somebody, I suppose, will

  have to pay for our peeping.'

  'And shall pay for it without delay,' replied the incensed

  Brother.

  The pious procession had now entered the Abbey; The Door was

  already closed upon it. The Unknown immediately quitted his

  concealment and hastened to leave the Church: Ere He could

  effect his intention, He descried Medina stationed in his

  passage. The Stranger hastily retreated, and drew his Hat over

  his eyes.

  'Attempt not to fly me!' exclaimed Lorenzo; 'I will know who you

  are, and what were the contents of that Letter.'

  'Of that Letter?' repeated the Unknown. 'And by what title do

  you ask the question?'

  'By a title of which I am now ashamed; But it becomes not you to

  question me. Either reply circumstantially to my demands, or

  answer me with your Sword.'

  'The latter method will be the shortest,' rejoined the Other,

  drawing his Rapier; 'Come on, Segnor Bravo! I am ready!'

  Burning with rage, Lorenzo hastened to the attack: The

  Antagonists had already exchanged several passes before

  Christoval, who at that moment had more sense than either of

  them, could throw himself between their weapons.

  'Hold! Hold! Medina!' He exclaimed; 'Remember the consequences

  of shedding blood on consecrated ground!'

  The Stranger immediately dropped his Sword.

  'Medina?' He cried; 'Great God, is it possible! Lorenzo, have you

  quite forgotten Raymond de las Cisternas?'

  Lorenzo's astonishment increased with every succeeding moment.

  Raymond advanced towards him, but with a look of suspicion He

  drew back his hand, which the Other was preparing to take.

  'You here, Marquis? What is the meaning of all this? You

  engaged in a clandestine correspondence with my Sister, whose

  affections. . . .'

  'Have ever been, and still are mine. But this is no fit place

  for an explanation. Accompany me to my Hotel, and you shall know

  every thing. Who is that with you?'

  'One whom I believe you to have seen before,' replied Don

  Christoval, 'though probably not at Church.'

  'The Conde d'Ossorio?'

  'Exactly so, Marquis.'

  'I have no objection to entrusting you with my secret, for I am

  sure that I may depend upon your silence.'

  'Then your opinion of me is better than my own, and therefore I

  must beg leave to decline your confidence. Do you go your own

  way, and I shall go mine. Marquis, where are you to be found?'

  'As usual, at the Hotel de las Cisternas; But remember, that I am

  incognito, and that if you wish to see me, you must ask for

  Alphonso d'Alvarada.'

  'Good! Good! Farewell, Cavaliers!' said Don Christoval, and

  instantly departed.

  'You, Marquis,' said Lorenzo in the accent of surprise; 'You,

  Alphonso d'Alvarada?'

  'Even so, Lorenzo: But unless you have already heard my story

  from your Sister, I have much to relate that will astonish you.

  Follow me, therefore, to my Hotel without delay.'

  At this moment the Porter of the Capuchins entered the Cathedral

  to lock up the doors for the night. The two Noblemen instantly

  withdrew, and hastened with all speed to the Palace de las

  Cisternas.

  'Well, Antonia!' said the Aunt, as soon as She had quitted the

  Church; 'What think you of our Gallants? Don Lorenzo really

  seems a very obliging good sort of young Man: He paid you some

  attention, and nobody knows what may come of it. But as to Don

  Christoval, I protest to you, He is the very Phoenix of

  politeness. So gallant! so well-bred! So sensible, and so

  pathetic! Well! If ever Man can prevail upon me to break my vow

  never to marry, it will be that Don Christoval. You see, Niece,

  that every thing turns out exactly as I told you: The very

  moment that I produced myself in Madrid, I knew that I should be

  surrounded by Admirers. When I took off my veil, did you see,

  Antonia, what an effect the action had upon the Conde? And when

  I presented him my hand, did you observe the air of passion with

  which He kissed it? If ever I witnessed real love, I then saw it

  impressed upon Don Christoval's countenance!'

  Now Antonia had observed the air, with which Don Christoval had

  kissed this same hand; But as She drew conclusions from it

  somewhat different from her Aunt's, She was wise enough to hold

  her tongue. As this is the only instance known of a Woman's ever

  having done so, it was judged worthy to be recorded here.

  The old Lady continued her discourse to Antonia in the same

  strain, till they gained the Street in which was their Lodging.

  Here a Crowd collected before their door permitted them not to

  approach it; and placing themselves on the opposite side of the

  Street, they endeavoured to make out what had drawn all these

  people together. After some minutes the Crowd formed itself into

  a Circle; And now Antonia perceived in the midst of it a Woman of

  extraordinary height, who whirled herself repeatedly round and

  round, using all sorts of extravagant gestures. Her dress was

  composed of shreds of various-coloured silks and Linens

  fantastically arranged, yet not entirely without taste. Her head

  was covered with a kind of Turban, ornamented with vine leaves

  and wild flowers. She seemed much sun-burnt, and her complexion

  was of a deep olive: Her eyes looked fiery and strange; and in

  her hand She bore a long black Rod, with which She at intervals

  traced a variety of singular figures upon the ground, round about

  which She danced in all the eccentric attitudes of folly and

  delirium. Suddenly She broke off her dance, whirled herself

  round thrice with rapidity, and after a moment's pause She sang

  the following Ballad.

  THE GYPSY'S SONG

  Come, cross my hand! My art surpasses

  All that did ever Mortal know;

  Come, Maidens, come! My magic glasses

  Your future Husband's form can show:

  For 'tis to me the power is given

  Unclosed the book of Fate to see;

  To read the fixed re
solves of heaven,

  And dive into futurity.

  I guide the pale Moon's silver waggon;

  The winds in magic bonds I hold;

  I charm to sleep the crimson Dragon,

  Who loves to watch o'er buried gold:

  Fenced round with spells, unhurt I venture

  Their sabbath strange where Witches keep;

  Fearless the Sorcerer's circle enter,

  And woundless tread on snakes asleep.

  Lo! Here are charms of mighty power!

  This makes secure an Husband's truth

  And this composed at midnight hour

  Will force to love the coldest Youth:

  If any Maid too much has granted,

  Her loss this Philtre will repair;

  This blooms a cheek where red is wanted,

  And this will make a brown girl fair!

  Then silent hear, while I discover

  What I in Fortune's mirror view;

  And each, when many a year is over,

  Shall own the Gypsy's sayings true.

  'Dear Aunt!' said Antonia when the Stranger had finished, 'Is She

  not mad?'

  'Mad? Not She, Child; She is only wicked. She is a Gypsy, a

  sort of Vagabond, whose sole occupation is to run about the

  country telling lyes, and pilfering from those who come by their

  money honestly. Out upon such Vermin! If I were King of Spain,

  every one of them should be burnt alive who was found in my

  dominions after the next three weeks.'

  These words were pronounced so audibly that they reached the

  Gypsy's ears. She immediately pierced through the Crowd and

  made towards the Ladies. She saluted them thrice in the Eastern

  fashion, and then addressed herself to Antonia.

  THE GYPSY

  'Lady! gentle Lady! Know,

  I your future fate can show;

  Give your hand, and do not fear;

  Lady! gentle Lady! hear!'

  'Dearest Aunt!' said Antonia, 'Indulge me this once! Let me have

  my fortune told me!'

  'Nonsense, Child! She will tell you nothing but falsehoods.'

  'No matter; Let me at least hear what She has to say. Do, my dear

  Aunt! Oblige me, I beseech you!'

  'Well, well! Antonia, since you are so bent upon the thing, . . .

  Here, good Woman, you shall see the hands of both of us. There

  is money for you, and now let me hear my fortune.'

  As She said this, She drew off her glove, and presented her hand;

  The Gypsy looked at it for a moment, and then made this reply.

  THE GYPSY

  'Your fortune? You are now so old,

  Good Dame, that 'tis already told:

  Yet for your money, in a trice

  I will repay you in advice.

  Astonished at your childish vanity,

  Your Friends alltax you with insanity,

  And grieve to see you use your art

  To catch some youthful Lover's heart.

  Believe me, Dame, when all is done,

  Your age will still be fifty one;

  And Men will rarely take an hint

  Of love, from two grey eyes that squint.

  Take then my counsels; Lay aside

  Your paint and patches, lust and pride,

  And on the Poor those sums bestow,

  Which now are spent on useless show.

  Think on your Maker, not a Suitor;

  Think on your past faults, not on future;

  And think Time's Scythe will quickly mow

  The few red hairs, which deck your brow.

  The audience rang with laughter during the Gypsy's address;

  and--'fifty one,'--'squinting eyes,' 'red hair,' --'paint and

  patches,' &c. were bandied from mouth to mouth. Leonella was

  almost choaked with passion, and loaded her malicious Adviser

  with the bitterest reproaches. The swarthy Prophetess for some

  time listened to her with a contemptuous smile: at length She

  made her a short answer, and then turned to Antonia.

  THE GYPSY

  'Peace, Lady! What I said was true;

  And now, my lovely Maid, to you;

  Give me your hand, and let me see

  Your future doom, and heaven's decree.'

  In imitation of Leonella, Antonia drew off her glove, and

  presented her white hand to the Gypsy, who having gazed upon it

  for some time with a mingled expression of pity and astonishment,

  pronounced her Oracle in the following words.

  THE GYPSY

  'Jesus! what a palm is there!

  Chaste, and gentle, young and fair,

  Perfect mind and form possessing,

  You would be some good Man's blessing:

  But Alas! This line discovers,

  That destruction o'er you hovers;

  Lustful Man and crafty Devil

  Will combine to work your evil;

  And from earth by sorrows driven,

  Soon your Soul must speed to heaven.

  Yet your sufferings to delay,

  Well remember what I say.

  When you One more virtuous see

  Than belongs to Man to be,

  One, whose self no crimes assailing,

  Pities not his Neighbour's Failing,

  Call the Gypsy's words to mind:

  Though He seem so good and kind,

  Fair Exteriors oft will hide

  Hearts, that swell with lust and pride!

  Lovely Maid, with tears I leave you!

  Let not my prediction grieve you;

  Rather with submission bending

  Calmly wait distress impending,

  And expect eternal bliss

  In a better world than this.

  Having said this, the Gypsy again whirled herself round thrice,

  and then hastened out of the Street with frantic gesture. The

  Crowd followed her; and Elvira's door being now unembarrassed

  Leonella entered the House out of honour with the Gypsy, with her

  Niece, and with the People; In short with every body, but herself

  and her charming Cavalier. The Gypsy's predictions had also

  considerably affected Antonia; But the impression soon wore off,

  and in a few hours She had forgotten the adventure as totally as

  had it never taken place.

  CHAPTER II

  Forse se tu gustassi una sol volta

  La millesima parte delle gioje,

  Che gusta un cor amato riamando,

  Diresti ripentita sospirando,

  Perduto e tutto il tempo

  Che in amar non si sponde.

  Tasso.

  Hadst Thou but tasted once the thousandth part

  Of joys, which bless the loved and loving heart,

  Your words repentant and your sighs would prove,

  Lost is the time which is not past in love.

  The monks having attended their Abbot to the door of his Cell, He

  dismissed them with an air of conscious superiority in which

  Humility's semblance combated with the reality of pride.

  He was no sooner alone, than He gave free loose to the indulgence

  of his vanity. When He remembered the Enthusiasm which his

  discourse had excited, his heart swelled with rapture, and his

  imagination presented him with splendid visions of

  aggrandizement. He looked round him with exultation, and Pride

  told him loudly that He was superior to the rest of his

  fellow-Creatures.

  'Who,' thought He; 'Who but myself has passed the ordeal of

  Youth, yet sees no single stain upon his conscience? Who else

  has subdued the violence of strong passions and an impetuous

  temperament, and sub
mitted even from the dawn of life to

  voluntary retirement? I seek for such a Man in vain. I see no

  one but myself possessed of such resolution. Religion cannot

  boast Ambrosio's equal! How powerful an effect did my discourse

  produce upon its Auditors! How they crowded round me! How they

  loaded me with benedictions, and pronounced me the sole

  uncorrupted Pillar of the Church! What then now is left for me

  to do? Nothing, but to watch as carefully over the conduct of my

  Brothers as I have hitherto watched over my own. Yet hold! May

  I not be tempted from those paths which till now I have pursued

  without one moment's wandering? Am I not a Man, whose nature is

  frail, and prone to error? I must now abandon the solitude of my

  retreat; The fairest and noblest Dames of Madrid continually

  present themselves at the Abbey, and will use no other Confessor.

  I must accustom my eyes to Objects of temptation, and expose

  myself to the seduction of luxury and desire. Should I meet in

  that world which I am constrained to enter some lovely Female,

  lovely . . . as you, Madona. . . .!'

  As He said this, He fixed his eyes upon a picture of the Virgin,

  which was suspended opposite to him: This for two years had been

  the Object of his increasing wonder and adoration. He paused,

  and gazed upon it with delight.

  'What Beauty in that countenance!' He continued after a silence

  of some minutes; 'How graceful is the turn of that head! What

  sweetness, yet what majesty in her divine eyes! How softly her

  cheek reclines upon her hand! Can the Rose vie with the blush of

  that cheek? Can the Lily rival the whiteness of that hand? Oh!

  if such a Creature existed, and existed but for me! Were I

  permitted to twine round my fingers those golden ringlets, and

  press with my lips the treasures of that snowy bosom! Gracious

  God, should I then resist the temptation? Should I not barter

  for a single embrace the reward of my sufferings for thirty

  years? Should I not abandon. . . . Fool that I am! Whither do

  I suffer my admiration of this picture to hurry me? Away, impure

  ideas! Let me remember that Woman is for ever lost to me.

  Never was Mortal formed so perfect as this picture. But even did

  such exist, the trial might be too mighty for a common virtue,

  but Ambrosio's is proof against temptation. Temptation, did I

  say? To me it would be none. What charms me, when ideal and

  considered as a superior Being, would disgust me, become Woman

  and tainted with all the failings of Mortality. It is not the

 

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