Metaphors.lib.virginia.edu Brown, Charles Brockden. Three Gothic Novels. New York Library of America,1998. http://metaphors.lib.virginia.edu/metaphors/15834
Metaphors.lib.virginia.edu You see, though a man, I use your privilege, and prefer knitting yarn to threshing my brain with a book or the barnfloor with a flail — Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810) http://metaphors.lib.virginia.edu/metaphors/15820
"Jane Talbot" By Brown, Charles Brockden, 1771-1810 1/139 Etext prepared by the Online Distributed Proofreading Team. Jane Talbot. by. Charles Brockden Brown. Letter I. _To Henry Colden_ Philadelphia, Monday Evening, October 3. http://jane-talbot.t.ebooks2ebooks.com/1.html
Extractions: A word from our supporters: File extension PSW J. Talbot. Henry Colden. Jane Talbot. ... Jane Talbot. E-text prepared by the Online Distributed Proofreading Team Jane Talbot by Charles Brockden Brown. Letter I _To Henry Colden_ Philadelphia, Monday Evening, October 3. I am very far from being a wise girl. So conscience whispers me, and, though vanity is eager to refute the charge, I must acknowledge that she is seldom successful. Conscience tells me it is folly, it is guilt, to wrap up my existence in one frail mortal; to employ all my thoughts, to lavish all my affections, upon one object; to dote upon a human being, who, as such, must be the heir of many frailties, and whom I know to be not without his faults; to enjoy no peace but in his presence, to be grateful for his permission to sacrifice fortune, ease, life itself, for his sake. From the humiliation produced by these charges, vanity endeavours to relieve me by insinuating that all happiness springs from affection; that nature ordains no tie so strong as that between the sexes; that to love without bounds is to confer bliss not only on ourselves but on another; that conjugal affection is the genuine sphere not only of happiness but duty. Besides, my heart will not be persuaded but that its fondness for you is nothing more than simple justice. Ought I not to love excellence, and does my poor imagination figure to itself any thing in human shape more excellent than thou?
Brown, Charles Brockden When Dr. Stevens finds a young man sitting alone in Phildelphia, he takes pity on him and invites him into his home. The young man's name is Arthur Mervyn and he is suffering http://horror.idoneos.com/index.php/Authors,_A-Z/(_B_)/Brown,_Charles_Brockden
Extractions: When Dr. Stevens finds a young man sitting alone in Phildelphia, he takes pity on him and invites him into his home. The young man's name is Arthur Mervyn and he is suffering from yellow fever, an illness that has swept through the city. In Dr. Stevens' care, Arthur becomes well again. Arthur is a pleasant man and they spend many hours discussing the future. However, when Mr. Whortley visits Dr. Stevens and recognizes Arthur, the serene life that was so hoped for by Arthur is brought into turmoil. For Arthur's past is not one of innocence, but one involving swindlers and lost monies. And Dr. Stevens must decide if Arthur deserves another chance at improving a wretched life. Charles Brockden Brown is considered the man who brought Gothic literature to America. Before him, Gothic novels were set in European ruined castles and moors. Brown brought them to the towns and villages of America, but retained the Gothic feel that people of the time enjoyed so much. Arthur Mervyn was one of his most popular novels.
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"Henry Colden. " By Brown, Charles Brockden, 1771-1810 84/139 But the letter,that was a most disastrous accident. I had read very frequently this fatal billet. Who is it that could imitate your hand so exactly? http://jane-talbot.t.ebooks2ebooks.com/84.html
Extractions: A word from our supporters: File extension GED J. Talbot. Henry Colden. Jane Talbot. ... Jane Talbot. But the letter,that was a most disastrous accident. I had read very frequently this fatal billet. Who is it that could imitate your hand so exactly? The same fashion in the letters, the same colour in the ink, the same style, and the sentiments expressed so fully and accurately coalescing with the preceding and genuine passages!no wonder that your mother, being so well acquainted with your pen, should have no doubt as to your guilt, after such testimony. There must be a perpetrator of this iniquity. Talbot it could not be; for where lay the letter in the interval between its disappearance and his return? and what motive could influence him to commit or to countenance such a forgery? Without doubt there was some deceiver. Some one stole the letter, and by his hand was this vile conclusion added, and by him was it communicated to Talbot. But hast thou such an enemy in the world? Whom have you offended, capable of harbouring such deadly vengeance? Pray, my friend, sit down to the recollection of your past life, and inquire who it was that possessed your husband's confidence; who were his intimate companions, endeavour to discover; tell me the names and characters of all those who were accustomed to visit your house, either on your account or his. Strange, if among all these there is no foundation for some conjecture, however shadowy.