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Joseph Thomas Sheridan Le Fanu was born on August 28th, 1814, at 45 Lower Dominick Street, Dublin, into a literary family with Huguenot, Irish and English roots. The children were tutored but, according to his brother William, the tutor taught them little if anything. Le Fanu was eager to learn and used his father's library to educate himself about the world. He was a creative child and by fifteen had taken to writing poetry. Accepted into Trinity College, Dublin to study law he also benefited from the system used in Ireland that he did not have to live in Dublin to attend lectures, but could study at home and take examinations at the university as and when necessary. This enabled him to also write and by 1838 Le Fanu's first story The Ghost and the Bonesetter was published in the Dublin University Magazine. Many of the short stories he wrote at the time were to form the basis for his future novels. Indeed, throughout his career Le Fanu would constantly revise, cannabilise, embellish and re-publish his earlier works to use in his later efforts. Between 1838 and 1840 Le Fanu had written and published twelve stories which purported to be the literary remains of an 18th-century Catholic priest called Father Purcell. Set mostly in Ireland they include classic stories of gothic horror, with grim, shadowed castles, as well as supernatural visitations from beyond the grave, together with madness and suicide. One of the themes running through them is a sad nostalgia for the dispossessed Catholic aristocracy of Ireland, whose ruined castles stand in mute salute and testament to this history. On 18 December 1844 Le Fanu married Susanna Bennett, the daughter of a leading Dublin barrister. The union would produce four children. Le Fanu was now stretching his talents across the length of a novel and his first was The Cock and Anchor published in 1845. A succession of works followed and his reputation grew as well as his income. Unfortunately, a decade after his marriage it became an increasing source of difficultly. Susanna was prone to suffer from a range of neurotic symptoms including great anxiety after the deaths of several close relatives, including her father two years before. In April 1858 she suffered an "hysterical attack" and died in circumstances that are still unclear. The anguish, profound guilt as well as overwhelming loss were channeled into Le Fanu’s work. Working only by the light of two candles he would write through the night and burnish his reputation as a major figure of 19th Century supernaturalism. His work challenged the focus on the external source of horror and instead he wrote about it from the perspective of the inward psychological potential to strike fear in the hearts of men. A series of books now came forth: Wylder's Hand (1864), Guy Deverell (1865), The Tenants of Malory (1867), The Green Tea (1869), The Haunted Baronet (1870), Mr. Justice Harbottle (1872), The Room in the Dragon Volant (1872) and In a Glass Darkly. (1872). But his life was drawing to a close. Joseph Thomas Sheridan Le Fanu died in Merrion Square in his native Dublin on February 7th, 1873, at the age of 58.
Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu (1814-1873) was an Irish writer of Gothic horror. Born in Dublin, Le Fanu was raised in a literary family. His mother, a biographer, and his father, a clergyman, encouraged his intellectual development from a young age. He began writing poetry at fifteen and went on to excel at Trinity College, Dublin, where he studied law and served as Auditor of the College Historical Society. In 1838, shortly before he was called to the bar, he began contributing ghost stories to Dublin University Magazine, of which he later became editor and proprietor. He embarked on a career as a writer and journalist, using his role at the magazine as a means of publishing his own fictional work. Le Fanu made a name for himself as a pioneer of mystery and Gothic horror with such novels as The House by the Churchyard (1863) and Uncle Silas (1864). Carmilla (1872), a novella, is considered an early work of vampire fiction and an important influence for Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1897).
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The Wyvern Mystery - Volume III - Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
The Wyvern Mystery by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
Volume III of III
Joseph Thomas Sheridan Le Fanu was born on August 28th, 1814, at 45 Lower Dominick Street, Dublin, into a literary family with Huguenot, Irish and English roots
The children were tutored but, according to his brother William, the tutor taught them little if anything. Le Fanu was eager to learn and used his father's library to educate himself about the world. He was a creative child and by fifteen had taken to writing poetry.
Accepted into Trinity College, Dublin to study law he also benefited from the system used in Ireland that he did not have to live in Dublin to attend lectures, but could study at home and take examinations at the university as and when necessary.
This enabled him to also write and by 1838 Le Fanu's first story The Ghost and the Bonesetter was published in the Dublin University Magazine. Many of the short stories he wrote at the time were to form the basis for his future novels. Indeed, throughout his career Le Fanu would constantly revise, cannabilise, embellish and re-publish his earlier works to use in his later efforts.
Between 1838 and 1840 Le Fanu had written and published twelve stories which purported to be the literary remains of an 18th-century Catholic priest called Father Purcell. Set mostly in Ireland they include classic stories of gothic horror, with grim, shadowed castles, as well as supernatural visitations from beyond the grave, together with madness and suicide. One of the themes running through them is a sad nostalgia for the dispossessed Catholic aristocracy of Ireland, whose ruined castles stand in mute salute and testament to this history.
On 18 December 1844 Le Fanu married Susanna Bennett, the daughter of a leading Dublin barrister. The union would produce four children. Le Fanu was now stretching his talents across the length of a novel and his first was The Cock and Anchor published in 1845.
A succession of works followed and his reputation grew as well as his income. Unfortunately, a decade after his marriage it became an increasing source of difficultly. Susanna was prone to suffer from a range of neurotic symptoms including great anxiety after the deaths of several close relatives, including her father two years before.
In April 1858 she suffered an hysterical attack
and died in circumstances that are still unclear. The anguish, profound guilt as well as overwhelming loss were channeled into Le Fanu’s work. Working only by the light of two candles he would write through the night and burnish his reputation as a major figure of 19th Century supernaturalism. His work challenged the focus on the external source of horror and instead he wrote about it from the perspective of the inward psychological potential to strike fear in the hearts of men.
A series of books now came forth: Wylder's Hand (1864), Guy Deverell (1865), The Tenants of Malory (1867), The Green Tea (1869), The Haunted Baronet (1870), Mr. Justice Harbottle (1872), The Room in the Dragon Volant (1872) and In a Glass Darkly. (1872).
But his life was drawing to a close. Joseph Thomas Sheridan Le Fanu died in Merrion Square in his native Dublin on February 7th, 1873, at the age of 58.
Index of Contents
CHAPTER I - SPEECH RETURNS
CHAPTER II - HARRY DRINKS A GLASS AND SPILLS A GLASS
CHAPTER III - HOME TO WYVERN
CHAPTER IV - A TWILIGHT VISIT
CHAPTER V - THE HEIR OF THE FAIRFIELDS
CHAPTER VI - BERTHA VELDERKAUST
CHAPTER VII - SERGEANT-MAJOR ARCHDALE
CHAPTER VIII - A TALK WITH THE SQUIRE
CHAPTER IX - HARRY FAIRFIELD GROWS UNEASY
CHAPTER X - A DRIVE TO TWYFORD
CHAPTER XI - HOW FARES THE CHILD?
CHAPTER XII - THE OLD SQUIRE LEAVES WYVERN
CHAPTER XIII - MARJORY TREVELLIAN
CHAPTER XIV - THE ENCHANTED GARDEN
CHAPTER XV - AN OLD FRIEND
CHAPTER XVI - TOM ORANGE
CHAPTER XVII - THE HOUR AND THE MAN
CHAPTER XVIII - THE MARCH TO NOULTON FARM
CHAPTER XIX - A SILENT FAREWELL
CHAPTER XX - THE MARCH BY NIGHT
CONCLUSION
JOSEPH SHERIDAN LE FANU – A SHORT BIOGRAPHY
JOSEPH SHERIDAN LE FANU – A CONCISE BIBLIOGRAPHY
CHAPTER I
SPEECH RETURNS
The dreaded day came and passed, and Charles Fairfield was not dead, but better. The fever was abating, but never did the vital spark burn lower in living man. Seeing that life was so low in his patient, that there was nothing between it and death, the doctor ordered certain measures to be taken.
The fever is going, you see, but his strength is not coming, nor won't for a while. It's a very nice thing, I can tell you, to bring him to land with such fine tackle. I've brought a salmon ten pound weight into my net with a bit of a trout rod as light as a rush almost. But this is nicer play—not, mind you, that I'd have you in the dumps, ma'am, but it will be necessary to watch him as a cat would a mouse. Now, you'll have on the table by his bed three bottles—decanted all, and ready for use instantaneously. Beside that claret you'll have a bottle of port, and you must also have a bottle of brandy. He'll be always at his tricks, going to faint, and you mustn't let him. Because, ma'am, it might not be easy to get him out of such a faint, and a faint is death, ma'am, if it lasts long enough. Now, you're not to be frightened.
Oh, no, Doctor Willett.
No, that would not do neither; but I want you clearly to see the importance of it. Let him have the claret to his lips constantly—in a tumbler, mind—you can't give him too much; and whenever you see him look faint, you must reinforce that with port; and no mincing of matters—none of your half measures. I'd rather you made him drunk three times a day than run the least risk once of the other thing; and if the port doesn't get him up quick enough, you must fire away with the brandy; and don't spare it—don't be afraid—we'll get him round, in time, with jellies and other good things; but life must be maintained in the meanwhile any way—every way—whatever way we can. So mind, three—claret, port, brandy.
He held up three fingers as he named them, touching them in succession.
That's a fire it's better should burn a bit too fiercely for an hour than sink too low for a second; once out, out for ever.
Thanks, Doctor Willett, I understand quite; and you'll be here to-morrow, won't you, at the usual hour?
Certainly, ma'am, and it's high time you should begin to take a little care of yourself; you must, indeed, or you'll rue it; you're too much on your feet, and you have had no rest night or day, and it's quite necessary you should, unless you mean to put yourself out of the world, which would not do at all. We can't spare you, ma'am, we can't indeed—a deal too valuable.
For some time Charles Fairfield continued in very much the same state. At the end of three or four days he signed faintly to Alice, who was in the room, with her large soft eyes gazing on the invalid, whenever she could look unperceived. She got up gently and came close to him.
Yes, darling,
and she lowered her head that he might speak more easily.
Charles whispered—
Quite well?
You feel quite well? Thank God,
she answered, her large eyes filling with tears.
Not I—you,
he whispered, with querulous impatience; ain't you?
Quite, darling.
His fine blue Fairfield eyes were raised to her face.
With a short sigh, he whispered,—
I'm glad.
She stooped gently and kissed his thin cheek.
I've been dreaming so much,
he whispered. Will you tell me exactly what happened—just before my illness—something happened here?
In a low murmur she told him.
When she stopped he waited as if expecting more, and then he whispered—
I thought so—yes.
And he sighed heavily.
You're tired, darling,
she said; you must take a little wine.
I hate it,
he whispered—tired of it.
But, darling, the doctor says you must—and—for my sake won't you?
The faintest possible smile lighted his pale face.
Kind,
he whispered.
And when she placed the glass of claret to his lips he sipped a little and turned away his head languidly.
Enough. Bring me my dressing-case,
he whispered.
She did so.
The key was in my purse, I think. Open it, Ally.
She found the key and unlocked that inlaid box.
Underneath there are two or three letters in a big envelope. Keep them for me; don't part with them,
he whispered.
She lifted a long envelope containing some papers, and the faintest nod indicated that they were what he sought.
Keep it safe. Put the case away.
When she came back, looking at her, he raised his eyebrows ever so little, and moved his head. She understood his sign and stooped again to listen.
She mustn't be prosecuted, she's mad—Ally, mind.
Darling, whatever you wish.
Good, Ally; that's enough.
There was a little pause.
You did not take enough claret, darling Ry. Won't you take a little more for your poor little Ally?
whispered she anxiously.
I'm very well, darling; by-and-by sleep; is better.
So he laid his cheek closer to the pillow and closed his eyes, and Alice Fairfield stole on tiptoe to her chair, and with another look at him and a deep sigh, she sat down and took her work.
Silent was the room, except for the low breathing of the invalid. Half an hour passed, and Alice stole softly to the bedside. He was awake, and said faintly,—
Was it your mother?
Who, darling?
Talking.
No one was talking, darling.
I saw her; I thought I heard—not her—someone talking.
No, darling Ry, nothing.
Dreams; yes,
he murmured, and was quiet again.
Sad and ominous seemed those little wanderings. But such things are common in sickness. It was simply weakness.
In a little time she came over softly, and sat down by his pillow.
I was looking down, Ally,
he whispered.
I'll get it, darling. Something on the floor, is it?
she asked, looking down.
No, down to my feet; it's very long—stretched.
Are your feet warm, darling?
Quite,
and he sighed and closed his eyes.
She continued sitting by his pillow.
When Willie died, my brother, I was just fifteen.
Then came a pause.
Willie was the handsomest,
he murmured on.
Willie was elder—nineteen, very tall. Handsome Willie, he liked me the best. I cried a deal that day. I used to cry alone, every day in the orchard, or by the river. He's in the churchyard at Wyvern. I wonder shall I see it any more. There was rain the day of the funeral, they say it is lucky. It was a long coffin, the Fairfields you know—
Darling Ry, you are talking too much, it will tire you; take ever so little claret, to please your poor little Ally.
This time he did quite quietly, and then closed his eyes, and dozed.
CHAPTER II
HARRY DRINKS A GLASS AND SPILLS A GLASS
About an hour after, old Dulcibella came to the door and knocked. Charles Fairfield had slept a little, and was again awake. Into that still darkened room she came to whisper her message.
Mr. Harry's come, and he's downstairs, and he'd like to see you, and he wanted to know whether he could see the master.
I'll go down and see him; say I'll see him with pleasure,
said Alice. Harry is here, darling,
she said gently, drawing near to the patient, but you can't see him, of course.
I must,
whispered the invalid peremptorily.
Darling, are you well enough? I'm sure you ought not. If the doctor were here he would not allow it. Don't think of it, darling Ry, and he'll come again in a few days, when you are stronger.
It will do me good,
whispered Charles. Bring him—you tire me; wait, she can tell him. I'll see him alone; go, go, Ally, go.
She would have remonstrated, but she saw that in his flushed and irritated looks, which warned her against opposing him further.
You are to go down, Dulcibella, and bring Mr. Harry to the room to see your master; and Dulcibella, like a dear good creature, won't you tell him how weak Master Charles is?
she urged, following her to the lobby, and beg of him not to stay long.
In a minute or two more the clank of Harry Fairfield's boot was heard on the stair. He pushed open the door, and stepped in.
"Hullo! Charlie—dark enough to blind a horse here—all right, now. I hear you'll be on your legs again—I can't see you, upon my soul, not a stim a'most—before you see