Will you wonder that I read no farther?
Will you not rather be astonished that I read thus far?
What power supported me through such a task I know not.

Perhaps the doubt from which I could not disengage my mind, that the scene here depicted was a dream, contributed to my perseverance.

In vain the solemn introduction of my uncle, his appeals to my fortitude, and allusions to something monstrous in the events he was about to disclose; in vain the distressful perplexity, the mysterious silence and ambiguous answers of my attendants, especially when the condition of my brother was the theme of my inquiries, were remembered.

I recalled the interview with Wieland in my chamber, his preternatural tranquillity succeeded by bursts of passion and menacing actions.

All these coincided with the tenor of this paper.
Catharine and her children, and Louisa were dead.