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ESSAY, AND PREFACES

BIOGRAPHICAL AND CRITICAL,

BY

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VOL. XLVI.

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THE

MYSTERIES OF UDOLPHO,

A ROMANCE;

INTERSPERSED WITH SOME PIECES OF POETRY.

BY

ANN RADCLIFFE.

Fate sits on these dark battlements, and frowns;
And, as the portals open to receive me,

Her voice, in sullen echoes through the courts,
Tells of a nameless deed.

IN THREE VOLUMES.

VOL. II.

THE

MYSTERIES OF UDOLPHO.

CHAPTER I.

Dark power! with shuddering, meek submitted thought,
Be mine to read the visions old

Which thy awakening bards have told,
And, lest they meet my blasted view,
Hold each strange tale devoutly true.

COLLINS'S ODE TO FEAR.

EMILY was recalled from a kind of slumber, into which she had at length sunk, by a quick knocking at her chamber: she started up in terror. Montoni and Count Morano instantly came to her mind; but having listened in silence for some time, and recognising the voice of Annette, she ventured to open the door. What brings you hither so early? said Emily, trembling excessively.

Dear Ma'amselle! said Annette, do not look so pale. I am quite frightened to see you. Here is a fine bustle below stairs, all the servants running to and fro, and none of them fast enough! Here is a bustle, indeed, all of a sudden, and nobody knows for what!

Who is below besides them? said Emily: Annette, do not trifle with me.

Not for the world, Ma'amselle, I would not trifle for the world; but one cannot help making one's