The arrival of Van Helsing's telegram filled me with dismayA whole night lost, and I know by bitter experience what may happen in a nightOf course it is possible that all may be well, but what may have happened? Surely there is some horrible doom hanging over us that every possible accident should thwart us in all we try to doI shall take this cylinder with me, and then I can complete my entry on Lucy's phonograph MEMORANDUM LEFT BY LUCY WESTENRA 17 September, Night-I write this and leave it to be seen, so that no one may by any chance get into trouble through meThis is an exact record of what took place tonightI feel I am dying of weakness, and have barely strength to write, but it must be done if I die in the doing I went to bed as usual, taking care that the flowers were placed as DrVan Helsing directed, and soon fell asleep I was waked by the flapping at the window, which had begun after that sleep-walking on the cliff at Whitby when Mina saved me, and which now I know so wellI was not afraid, but I did wish that DrSeward was in the next room, as DrVan Helsing said he would be, so that I might have called himI tried to sleep, but I could notThen there came to me the old fear of sleep, and I determined to keep awakePerversely sleep would try to come then when I did not want itSo, as I feared to be alone, I opened my door and called out, "Is there anybody there?" There was no answerI was afraid to wake mother, and so closed my door againThen outside in the shrubbery I heard a sort of howl like a dog's, but more fierce and deeperI went to the window and looked out, but could see nothing, except a big bat, which had evidently been buffeting its wings against the windowSo I went back to bed again, but determined not to go to sleepPresently the door opened, and mother looked inSeeing by my moving that I was not asleep, she came in and sat by meShe said to me even more sweetly and softly than her wont, "I was uneasy about you, darling, and came in to see that you were all right I feared she might catch cold sitting there, and asked her to come in and sleep with me, so she came into bed, and lay down beside meShe did not take off her dressing gown, for she said she would only stay a while and then go back to her own bedAs she lay there in my arms, and I in hers the flapping and buffeting came to the window againShe was startled and a little frightened, and cried out, "What is that?" I tried to pacify her, and at last succeeded, and she lay quietBut I could hear her poor dear heart still beating terriblyAfter a while there was the howl again out in the shrubbery, and shortly after there was a crash at the window, and a lot of broken glass was hurled on the floorThe window blind blew back with the wind that rushed in, and in the aperture of the broken panes there was the head of a great, gaunt gray wolf Mother cried out in a fright, and struggled up into a sitting posture, and clutched wildly at anything that would help herAmongst other things, she clutched the wreath of flowers that DrVan Helsing insisted on my wearing round my neck, and tore it away from meFor a second or two she sat up, pointing at the wolf, and there was a strange and horrible gurgling in her throatThen she fell over, as if struck with lightning, and her head hit my forehead and made me dizzy for a moment or two The room and all round seemed to spin roundI kept my eyes fixed on the window, but the wolf drew his head back, and a whole myriad of little specks seems to come blowing in through the broken window, and wheeling and circling round like the pillar of dust that travellers describe when there is a simoon in the desertI tried to stir, but there was some spell upon me, and dear Mother's poor body, which seemed to grow cold already, for her dear heart had ceased to beat, weighed me down, and I remembered no more for a shop while

Augustine?s cheek flushed; but he only observed, with his usual sarcastic carelessness ?I suppose that?s what we may call republican education, Alfred?? ?Henrique is a devil of a fellow, when his blood?s up,? said Alfred, carelessly ?I suppose you consider this an instructive practice for him,? said Augustine, drily ?I couldn?t help it, if I didn?tHenrique is a regular little tempest;?his mother and I have given him up, long agoBut, then, that Dodo is a perfect sprite,?no amount of whipping can hurt him ?And this by way of teaching Henrique the first verse of a republican?s catechism, ?All men are born free and equal!?? ?Poh!? said Alfred; ?one of Tom Jefferson?s pieces of French sentiment and humbugIt?s perfectly ridiculous to have that going the rounds among us, to this day ?I think it is,? said St ?Because,? said Alfred, ?we can see plainly enough that all men are not born free, nor born equal; they are born anything elseFor my part, I think half this republican talk sheer humbugIt is the educated, the intelligent, the wealthy, the refined, who ought to have equal rights and not the canaille ?If you can keep the canaille of that opinion,? said Augustine?They took their turn once, in France ?Of course, they must be kept down, consistently, steadily, as I should,? said Alfred, setting his foot hard down as if he were standing on somebody ?It makes a terrible slip when they get up,? said Augustine,??in StDomingo, for instance ?Poh!? said Alfred, ?we?ll take care of that, in this countryWe must set our face against all this educating, elevating talk, that is getting about now; the lower class must not be educated ?That is past praying for,? said Augustine; ?educated they will be, and we have only to say howOur system is educating them in barbarism and brutalityWe are breaking all humanizing ties, and making them brute beasts; and, if they get the upper hand, such we shall find them ?They shall never get the upper hand!? said Alfred ?That?s right,? said StClare; ?put on the steam, fasten down the escape-valve, and sit on it, and see where you?ll land ?Well,? said Alfred, ?we will seeI?m not afraid to sit on the escape-valve, as long as the boilers are strong, and the machinery works well ?The nobles in Louis XVIs time thought just so; and Austria and Pius IXthink so now; and, some pleasant morning, you may all be caught up to meet each other in the air, when the boilers burst ?Dies declarabit,? said Alfred, laughing ?I tell you,? said Augustine, ?if there is anything that is revealed with the strength of a divine law in our times, it is that the masses are to rise, and the under class become the upper one ?That?s one of your red republican humbugs, Augustine! Why didn?t you ever take to the stump;?you?d make a famous stump orator! Well, I hope I shall be dead before this millennium of your greasy masses comes on ?Greasy or not greasy, they will govern you, when their time comes,? said Augustine; ?and they will be just such rulers as you make themThe French noblesse chose to have the people ?sans culottes,? and they had ?sans culotte? governors to their hearts? contentThe people of Hayti?? ?O, come, Augustine! as if we hadn?t had enough of that abominable, contemptible Hayti!1 The Haytiens were not Anglo Saxons; if they had been there would have been another storyThe Anglo Saxon is the dominant race of the world, and is to be so ?Well, there is a pretty fair infusion of Anglo Saxon blood among our slaves, now,? said Augustine?There are plenty among them who have only enough of the African to give a sort of tropical warmth and fervor to our calculating firmness and foresightIf ever the San Domingo hour comes, Anglo Saxon blood will lead on the shop day

One of them I knew was Jonathan, and the other I took, of course, to be Lord GodalmingThey too, were pursuing the party with the cartWhen I told the Professor he shouted in glee like a schoolboy, and after looking intently till a snow fall made sight impossible, he laid his Winchester rifle ready for use against the boulder at the opening of our shelter "They are all converging," he said"When the time comes we shall have gypsies on all sides I got out my revolver ready to hand, for whilst we were speaking the howling of wolves came louder and closerWhen the snow storm abated a moment we looked againIt was strange to see the snow falling in such heavy flakes close to us, and beyond, the sun shining more and more brightly as it sank down towards the far mountain topsSweeping the glass all around us I could see here and there dots moving singly and in twos and threes and larger numbersThe wolves were gathering for their prey Every instant seemed an age whilst we waitedThe wind came now in fierce bursts, and the snow was driven with fury as it swept upon us in circling eddiesAt times we could not see an arm's length before usBut at others, as the hollow sounding wind swept by us, it seemed to clear the air space around us so that we could see afar offWe had of late been so accustomed to watch for sunrise and sunset, that we knew with fair accuracy when it would beAnd we knew that before long the sun would setIt was hard to believe that by our watches it was less than an hour that we waited in that rocky shelter before the various bodies began to converge close upon usThe wind came now with fiercer and more bitter sweeps, and more steadily from the northIt seemingly had driven the snow clouds from us, for with only occasional bursts, the snow fellWe could distinguish clearly the individuals of each party, the pursued and the pursuersStrangely enough those pursued did not seem to realize, or at least to care, that they were pursuedThey seemed, however, to hasten with redoubled speed as the sun dropped lower and lower on the mountain tops Closer and closer they drewThe Professor and I crouched down behind our rock, and held our weapons readyI could see that he was determined that they should not passOne and all were quite unaware of our presence All at once two voices shouted out to "Halt!" One was my Jonathan's, raised in a high key of passionMorris' strong resolute tone of quiet commandThe gypsies may not have known the language, but there was no mistaking the tone, in whatever tongue the words were spokenInstinctively they reined in, and at the instant Lord Godalming and Jonathan dashed up at one side and DrThe leader of the gypsies, a splendid looking fellow who sat his horse like a centaur, waved them back, and in a fierce voice gave to his companions some word to proceedThey lashed the horses which sprang forwardBut the four men raised their Winchester rifles, and in an unmistakable way commanded them to stopAt the same moment DrVan Helsing and I rose behind the rock and pointed our weapons at themSeeing that they were surrounded the men tightened their reins and drew upThe leader turned to them and gave a word at which every man of the gypsy party drew what weapon he carried, knife or pistol, and held himself in readiness to attackIssue was joined in an instant The leader, with a quick movement of his rein, threw his horse out in front, and pointed first to the sun, now close down on the hill tops, and then to the castle, said something which I did not understandFor answer, all four men of our party threw themselves from their horses and dashed towards the shop cart

?I believe Shakespeare makes somebody say, ?I could sooner show twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow my own showing1 Nothing like division of laborMy forte lies in talking, and yours, cousin, lies in doing In Tom?s external situation, at this time, there was, as the world says, nothing to complain of Little Eva?s fancy for him?the instinctive gratitude and loveliness of a noble nature?had led her to petition her father that he might be her especial attendant, whenever she needed the escort of a servant, in her walks or rides; and Tom had general orders to let everything else go, and attend to Miss Eva whenever she wanted him,?orders which our readers may fancy were far from disagreeable to himHe was kept well dressed, for StClare was fastidiously particular on this pointHis stable services were merely a sinecure, and consisted simply in a daily care and inspection, and directing an under-servant in his duties; for Marie StClare declared that she could not have any smell of the horses about him when he came near her, and that he must positively not be put to any service that would make him unpleasant to her, as her nervous system was entirely inadequate to any trial of that nature; one snuff of anything disagreeable being, according to her account, quite sufficient to close the scene, and put an end to all her earthly trials at onceTom, therefore, in his well-brushed broadcloth suit, smooth beaver, glossy boots, faultless wristbands and collar, with his grave, good-natured black face, looked respectable enough to be a Bishop of Carthage, as men of his color were, in other ages Then, too, he was in a beautiful place, a consideration to which his sensitive race was never indifferent; and he did enjoy with a quiet joy the birds, the flowers, the fountains, the perfume, and light and beauty of the court, the silken hangings, and pictures, and lustres, and statuettes, and gilding, that made the parlors within a kind of Aladdin?s palace to him If ever Africa shall show an elevated and cultivated race,?and come it must, some time, her turn to figure in the great drama of human improvementlife will awake there with a gorgeousness and splendor of which our cold western tribes faintly have conceivedIn that far-off mystic land of gold, and gems, and spices, and waving palms, and wondrous flowers, and miraculous fertility, will awake new forms of art, new styles of splendor; and the negro race, no longer despised and trodden down, will, perhaps, show forth some of the latest and most magnificent revelations of human lifeCertainly they will, in their gentleness, their lowly docility of heart, their aptitude to repose on a superior mind and rest on a higher power, their childlike simplicity of affection, and facility of forgivenessIn all these they will exhibit the highest form of the peculiarly Christian life, and, perhaps, as God chasteneth whom he loveth, he hath chosen poor Africa in the furnace of affliction, to make her the highest and noblest in that kingdom which he will set up, when every other kingdom has been tried, and failed; for the first shall be last, and the last first Was this what Marie StClare was thinking of, as she stood, gorgeously dressed, on the verandah, on Sunday morning, clasping a diamond bracelet on her slender wrist? Most likely it wasOr, if it wasn?t that, it was something else; for Marie patronized good things, and she was going now, in full force,?diamonds, silk, and lace, and jewels, and all,?to a fashionable church, to be very religiousMarie always made a point to be very pious on SundaysThere she stood, so slender, so elegant, so airy and undulating in all her motions, her lace scarf enveloping her like a mistShe looked a graceful creature, and she felt very good and very elegant indeedMiss Ophelia stood at her side, a perfect contrastIt was not that she had not as handsome a silk dress and shawl, and as fine a pocket-handkerchief; but stiffness and squareness, and bolt-uprightness, enveloped her with as indefinite yet appreciable a presence as did grace her elegant neighbor; not the grace of God, however,?that is quite another thing! ?Where?s Eva?? said Marie ?The child stopped on the stairs, to say something to Mammy And what was Eva saying to Mammy on the stairs? Listen, reader, and you will hear, though Marie does not ?Dear Mammy, I know your head is aching dreadfully ?Lord bless you, Miss Eva! my head allers aches latelyYou don?t need to worry ?Well, I?m glad you?re going out; and here,??and the little girl threw her arms around her,??Mammy, you shall take my vinaigrette ?What! your beautiful gold thing, thar, with them diamonds! Lor, Miss, ?t wouldn?t be proper, no ways ?Why not? You need it, and I don?tMamma always uses it for headache, and it?ll make you feel betterNo, you shall take it, to please me, now ?Do hear the darlin talk!? said Mammy, as Eva thrust it into her bosom, and kissing her, ran down stairs to her mother ?What were you stopping for?? ?I was just stopping to give Mammy my vinaigrette, to take to church with her ?Eva? said Marie, stamping impatiently,??your gold vinaigrette to Mammy! When will you learn what?s proper? Go right and take it back this moment!? Eva looked downcast and aggrieved, and turned slowly ?I say, Marie, let the child alone; she shall do as she pleases,? said StClare, how will she ever get along in the world?? said Marie ?The Lord knows,? said StClare, ?but she?ll get along in heaven better than you or shop I

It is more hard still to accept so sad a concrete truth, and of such a one as Miss LucyTonight I go to prove itDare you come with me?" This staggered meA man does not like to prove such a truth, Byron excepted from the category, jealousy "And prove the very truth he most abhorred He saw my hesitation, and spoke, "The logic is simple, no madman's logic this time, jumping from tussock to tussock in a misty bogIf it not be true, then proof will be reliefAt worst it will not harmIf it be true! Ah, there is the dreadYet every dread should help my cause, for in it is some need of beliefCome, I tell you what I proposeFirst, that we go off now and see that child in the hospitalVincent, of the North Hospital, where the papers say the child is, is a friend of mine, and I think of yours since you were in class at AmsterdamHe will let two scientists see his case, if he will not let two friendsWe shall tell him nothing, but only that we wish to learnAnd then?" "And then?" He took a key from his pocket and held it up"And then we spend the night, you and I, in the churchyard where Lucy liesThis is the key that lock the tombI had it from the coffin man to give to Arthur My heart sank within me, for I felt that there was some fearful ordeal before usI could do nothing, however, so I plucked up what heart I could and said that we had better hasten, as the afternoon was passing We found the child awakeIt had had a sleep and taken some food, and altogether was going on wellVincent took the bandage from its throat, and showed us the puncturesThere was no mistaking the similarity to those which had been on Lucy's throatThey were smaller, and the edges looked fresher, that was allWe asked Vincent to what he attributed them, and he replied that it must have been a bite of some animal, perhaps a rat, but for his own part, he was inclined to think it was one of the bats which are so numerous on the northern heights of London"Out of so many harmless ones," he said, "there may be some wild specimen from the South of a more malignant speciesSome sailor may have brought one home, and it managed to escape, or even from the Zoological Gardens a young one may have got loose, or one be bred there from a vampireThese things do occur, you, knowOnly ten days ago a wolf got out, and was, I believe, traced up in this directionFor a week after, the children were playing nothing but Red Riding Hood on the Heath and in every alley in the place until this 'bloofer lady' scare came along, since then it has been quite a gala time with themEven this poor little mite, when he woke up today, asked the nurse if he might go awayWhen she asked him why he wanted to go, he said he wanted to play with the 'bloofer lady' "I hope," said Van Helsing, "that when you are sending the child home you will caution its parents to keep strict watch over itThese fancies to stray are most dangerous, and if the child were to remain out another night, it would probably be fatalBut in any case I suppose you will not let it away for some days?" "Certainly not, not for a week at least, longer if the wound is not healed Our visit to the hospital took more time than we had reckoned on, and the sun had dipped before we came outWhen Van Helsing saw how dark it was, he said, "There is not hurryIt is more late than I shop thought