A long gallery, with a great many doors, some secret ones.
Three murdered bodies, quite fresh.
As many skeletons, in chests and presses.
An old woman hanging by the neck with her throat cut
Assassins and desperadoes 'quant suff.'
Noise, whispers and groans, threescore at least.
Mix them together, in the form of three volumes to be taken at any of the watering places, before going to bed.
- Terrorist Novel Writing, anonymous, 1798