Melmoth the Wanderer

ne of my Sermons, which (as it is to be presumed very few have r

is word - is there one of us who would, at this moment, accept all that man could bestow, or earth afford, to resign the hope

r.' The Reader will find that idea developed in the fol

ntaining too much attempt at the revivification of the horrors of Radcliffe-

irritating series of petty torments which constitutes the misery of life in general, and which, amid the tideless stagnation of monastic existence, solitude gives its inmates leisure

ere are some parts of it which

dal and Elinor Mortim

Walberg is imperfectly sketched is a

ut regretting the necessity that compels me to it. Did my profession furnish me with the means of subsist