An episode of spectral horror from Matthew G. Lewis’s THE MONK

A scene of spectral horror from Matthew G. Lewis’┬áThe Monk: Repose I wooed in vain. The agitation of my bosom chased away sleep. Restless in my mind, in spite of the fatigue of my body, I continued to toss about from side to side, till the Clock in a neighbouring Steeple struck ‘One.’ As I listened to the mournful hollow sound, and heard it die away in the wind, I felt a sudden chillness spread itself over my body. IRead more

Enveloped in a Garden

A couple of days ago, on a particularly moody spring afternoon, I was reading William Child Green’s novel The Abbot of Montserrat in this secluded chapel garden — doubly enveloped in both the unfolding of his tale and the white, newly-blooming flowers that surrounded me.Read more