The Poor Clare
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A lawyer’s search for a missing heir has him dealing with curses, demons, and nuns in this chilling gothic tale by the author of Mary Barton.
A London lawyer is hired to locate the rightful heir to a sizeable estate in Ireland. His search leads him to Bridget Fitzgerald, a lonely Catholic housekeeper with an affinity for magic. Then he meets a beautiful young woman named Lucy who lives a pious life on the moors. When the lawyer becomes smitten and proposes to her, he is refused. Lucy claims she is haunted by a demonic doppelganger hell-bent on ruining her. The lawyer doesn’t believe at first, but he soon will . . .Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell (1810-1865) was an English author who wrote biographies, short stories, and novels. Because her work often depicted the lives of Victorian society, including the individual effects of the Industrial Revolution, Gaskell has impacted the fields of both literature and history. While Gaskell is now a revered author, she was criticized and overlooked during her lifetime, dismissed by other authors and critics because of her gender. However, after her death, Gaskell earned a respected legacy and is credited to have paved the way for feminist movements.
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Reviews for The Poor Clare
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- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Too short for much character development and the "gothic" part of the story wasn't very supernatural and overly religious.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Another impulse checkout from the library based almost solely on being a Melville House novella.
It's really been a long time since I've read a gothic story, I've forgotten how fun they can be! While simultaneously being full of ringing class inequality indictments and length descriptions of architecture. But fun! Because, who really doesn't want to see an arrogant aristocrat suffer mightily for impulsively shooting a woman's beloved pet? But when lots of other people have to pay, too, it unexpectedly turns into a moral tale of forgiveness and redemption.
Wonderful. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5These two novellas bear nothing in common. One is written by a female, British author, the other is written by a male, American writer. One wrote about family and class relationships, the other wrote about sea-faring adventures. The only common ground is that they were both written in the nineteenth century, pre-Civil War. And they are both rather...um...edgy or shocking.The Poor Clare speaks elegantly of the Protestant/Catholic and class societal relationships in the north of England. This little story has Gothic overtones with a castle, curses, apparitions, etc. not at all like Gaskell's usual story. I had to double check the cover to make sure she was actually the author!Melville House says, "The purposeful slaying of lonely Bridget's beloved dog unleashes a torrent of rage that surges down through the generations. In her desire for revenge, Bridget utters a fearful curse on the dog's killer: All that the murderer loves most, he will lose."My take? Well, it's not a great as Wives and Daughters or North and South, but it is interesting. It's a bit hard to swallow at times because the "demon" or "apparition" seems so unbelievable.
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The Poor Clare - Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
the poor clare
Elizabeth Gaskell
CHAPTER I.
December 12th, 1747.—My life has been strangely bound up with extraordinary incidents, some of which occurred before I had any connection with the principal actors in them, or indeed, before I even knew of their existence. I suppose, most old men are, like me, more given to looking back upon their own career with a kind of fond interest and affectionate remembrance, than to watching the events—though these may have far more interest for the multitude—immediately passing before their eyes. If this should be the case with the generality of old people, how much more so with me! … If I am to enter upon that strange story connected with poor Lucy, I must begin a long way back. I myself only came to the knowledge of her family history after I knew her; but, to make the tale clear to any one else, I must arrange events in the order in which they occurred—not that in which I became acquainted with them.
There is a great old hall in the north-east of Lancashire, in a part they called the Trough of Bolland, adjoining that other district named Craven. Starkey Manor-house is rather like a number of rooms clustered round a gray, massive, old keep than a regularly-built hall. Indeed, I suppose that the house only consisted of a great tower in the centre, in the days when the Scots made their raids terrible as far south as this; and that after the Stuarts came in, and there was a little more security of property in those parts, the Starkeys of that time added the lower building, which runs, two stories high, all round the base of the keep. There has been a grand garden laid out in my days, on the southern slope near the house; but when I first knew the place, the kitchen-garden at the farm was the only piece of cultivated ground belonging to it. The deer used to come within sight of the drawing-room windows, and might have browsed quite close up to the house if they had not been too wild and shy. Starkey Manor-house itself stood on a projection or peninsula of high land, jutting out from the abrupt hills that form the sides of the Trough of Bolland. These hills were rocky and bleak enough towards their summit; lower down they were clothed with tangled copsewood and green depths of fern, out of which a gray giant of an ancient forest-tree would tower here and there, throwing up its ghastly white branches, as if in imprecation, to the sky. These trees, they told me, were the remnants of that forest which existed in the days of the Heptarchy, and were even then noted as landmarks. No wonder that their upper and more exposed branches were leafless, and that the dead bark had peeled away, from sapless old age.
Not far from the house there were a few cottages, apparently, of the same date as the keep; probably built for some retainers of the family, who sought shelter—they and their families and their small flocks and herds—at the hands of their feudal lord. Some of them had pretty much fallen to decay. They were built in a strange fashion. Strong beams had been sunk firm in the ground at the requisite distance, and their other ends had been fastened together, two and two, so as to form the shape of one of those rounded waggon-headed gipsy-tents, only very much larger. The spaces between were filled with mud, stones, osiers, rubbish, mortar—anything to keep out the weather. The fires were made in the centre of these rude dwellings, a hole in the roof forming the only chimney. No Highland hut or Irish cabin could be of rougher construction.
The owner of this property, at the beginning of the present century, was a Mr. Patrick Byrne Starkey. His family had kept to the old faith, and were stanch Roman Catholics, esteeming it even a sin to marry any one of Protestant descent, however willing he or she might have been to embrace the Romish religion. Mr. Patrick Starkey’s father had been a follower of James the Second; and, during the disastrous Irish campaign of that monarch he had fallen in love with an Irish beauty, a Miss Byrne, as zealous for her religion and for the Stuarts as himself. He had returned to Ireland after his escape to France, and married her, bearing her back to the court at St. Germains. But some licence on the part of the disorderly gentlemen who surrounded King James in his exile, had insulted his beautiful wife, and disgusted him; so he removed from St. Germains to Antwerp, whence, in a few years’ time, he quietly returned to Starkey Manor-house—some of his Lancashire neighbours having lent their good offices to reconcile him to the powers that were. He was as firm a Catholic as ever, and as stanch an advocate for the Stuarts and the divine rights of kings; but his religion almost amounted to asceticism, and the conduct of these with whom he had been brought in such close contact at St. Germains would little bear the inspection of a stern moralist. So he gave his allegiance where he could not give his esteem, and learned to respect sincerely the upright and moral character of one whom he yet regarded as an usurper. King William’s government had little need to fear such a one. So he returned, as I have said, with a sobered heart and impoverished fortunes, to his ancestral house, which had fallen sadly to ruin while the owner had been a courtier, a soldier, and an exile. The roads into the Trough of Bolland were little more than cart-ruts; indeed, the way up to the house lay along a ploughed field before you came to the deer-park. Madam, as the country-folk used to call Mrs. Starkey, rode on a pillion behind her husband, holding on to him with a light hand by his leather riding-belt. Little master (he that was afterwards Squire Patrick Byrne Starkey) was held on to his pony by a serving-man. A woman past middle age walked, with a firm and strong step, by the cart that held much of the baggage; and high up on the mails and boxes, sat a girl of dazzling beauty, perched lightly on the topmost trunk, and swaying herself fearlessly