I come to confess my errors." "Wretch!" I cried when my suffocating emotions would permit me to speak, "the ghosts of my sister and her children, do they not rise to accuse thee?
Who was it that blasted the intellects of Wieland?
Who was it that urged him to fury, and guided him to murder?
Who, but thou and the devil, with whom thou art confederated ?" At these words a new spirit pervaded his countenance.

His eyes once more appealed to heaven.

"If I have memory, if I have being, I am innocent.

I intended no ill; but my folly, indirectly and remotely, may have caused it; but what words are these! Your brother lunatic! His children dead!" What should I infer from this deportment?
Was the ignorance which these words implied real or pretended ?--Yet how could I imagine a mere human agency in these events?
But if the influence was preternatural or maniacal in my brother's case, they must be equally so in my own.

Then I remembered that the voice exerted, was to save me from Carwin's attempts.