AND GOTHIC TALES.
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The Ruins of the Abbey of Fitz-Martin. *
The Bleeding Nun of St. Catherine's. *
The Castle on the Beach; or, a Sea-Side story.
*The Mysterious Monk; or, The Cave of Blood. *
Courtney Castle; or, The Robbers' Cavern. *
The Castle of Hospitality; or, The Spectre
unique collection brings together six terrific and often
horrifying Gothic tales into one small chapbook. 'The Ruins
of the Abbey of Fitz-Martin' tells the tale of Rosaline,
whose father carries her off to a ruined abbey only to
encounter the remains of a dark family secret; 'The Bleeding
Nun of St. Catherine's' is an account of that secret
involving seduction, the church and murder; 'The Castle on
the Beach' richly illustrates divine justice; 'The
Mysterious Monk' narrates the heroic deeds of Edwin in
avenging the death of a Knight and thwarting a treasonous
Baron; 'Courtney Castle' tells a tale of banditti, murder
and virtue; and 'The Castle of Hospitality' underscores the
necessity of heeding the call of the supernatural in an age
of skepticism. Together they highlight the appeal that short
tales of terror had on an audience use to triple decker
in 1801 by Ann Lemoine, Romances and Gothic Tales
truly assembles a rare collection of popular fiction from
the early nineteenth century.
ROMANCES AND GOTHIC TALES:
to do so!” replied a voice, that sounded hallow along the
dreaded Vault; and Rosaline, whose terror now had suspended
the faculty of feeling, though not of life, actually moved
towards the coffin, as if performing some dreadful rite,
that she found she had not a power to resist. Impelled with
a notion of that superior agency which she dared not
disobey, and not exactly sensible of what she did, she
fearfully cast aside the lid, which, as she touched, fell
crumbling to the ground; and turning aside her head, her
hand fell within the coffin; and in her fright she grasped
something moist and clammy, which she brought away.
Shrieking wildly, she rushed from the scene of terror, and
precipitating herself through the tower-gate, fell fainting
into the arms of Jannette; who, pale and terrified, called
aloud for help, as she supported her insensible lady.
Norman, who had long been impatient at the stay of his
mistress, and alarmed for her safety, was hastening down the
ruins, when the cries of Jannette assailed his ears, and had
arrived at the scene of terror as Rosaline began to open her
Virgin protect the lady,” he exclaimed. “Hast thou seen
any thing? or do these pale looks proceed from some fall
which may have bruised thy tender form among the ruins?”
no, good Norman, not so,” feebly and wildly ejaculated
Rosaline. “The tower! the dreadful tower!” “The tower!
sayst thou, my lady? Mercy on me! Have you been so hardy as
to venture into that dismal place!”
as she gradually recovered, felt a perfect recollection of
the late horrid scene, and recalling the awful voice she had
heard, which she doubted not proceeded from some
supernatural agency, she no sooner beheld Norman, than she
darted towards her chamber, regardless of the terrors of the
old steward or Jannette.
soon as she entered her room, she drew from the folds of her
robe the relics she had unknowingly grasped from the coffin.
On examination, it seemed to be some folded papers; but in
so decayed a condition, that they threatened to drop in
pieces with the touch.
carefully unfolded the parcel, and found it to contain the
story of the unfortunate Anna; but many of the lines were
totally extinct, and only here and there a few that could be
distinguished. At length, in another packet, she discovered
a more perfect copy of the preceding ones, which, from the
style of its writing, evidently proved them to be the labor
of some of the monks, who had, from the papers discovered in
the cell of her confinement, been enabled to trace the truth
of her melancholy story and sufferings, in which the Baron
was but too principally concerned.
retrimming her lamp, and seating herself nearer the table,
took up the monk's copy, and began, not without difficulty,
to read the melancholy story of THE BLEEDING NUN OF ST.
CATHERINE’S. (from The Ruins of the Abbey of