The Raven Edition

THE WORKS OFEDGAR ALLAN POE

IN FIVE VOLUMES

VOLUME I

Contents

Edgar Allan Poe, An AppreciationLife of Poe, by James Russell LowellDeath

of Poe, by N. P. WillisThe Unparalled Adventures of One Hans PfallThe Gold
BugFour Beasts in OneThe Murders in the Rue MorgueThe Mystery of Marie
RogêtThe Balloon HoaxMS. Found in a BottleThe Oval Portrait

EDGAR ALLAN POE

AN APPRECIATION

Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful DisasterFollowed fast

and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-- Till the dirges of his Hope
that melancholy burden bore

Of "never--never more!"

THIS stanza from "The Raven" was recommended by James Russell Lowell
as an inscription upon the Baltimore monument which marks the resting
place of Edgar Allan Poe, the most interesting and original figure in
American letters. And, to signify that peculiar musical quality of Poe's genius
which inthralls every reader, Mr. Lowell suggested this additional verse, from
the "Haunted Palace":

And all with pearl and ruby glowingWas the fair palace door,Through which
came flowing, flowing, flowing,And sparkling ever more,A troop of Echoes,
whose sweet dutyWas but to sing,In voices of surpassing beauty,The wit and
wisdom of their king.
Born in poverty at Boston, January 19 1809, dying under painful
circumstances at Baltimore, October 7, 1849, his whole literary career of
scarcely fifteen years a pitiful struggle for mere subsistence, his memory
malignantly misrepresented by his earliest biographer, Griswold, how
completely has truth at last routed falsehood and how magnificently has Poe
come into his own, For "The Raven," first published in 1845, and, within a
few months, read, recited and parodied wherever the English language was
spoken, the half-starved poet received $10! Less than a year later his brother
poet, N. P. Willis, issued this touching appeal to the admirers of genius on
behalf of the neglected author, his dying wife and her devoted mother, then
living under very straitened circumstances in a little cottage at Fordham, N.
Y.:

"Here is one of the finest scholars, one of the most original men of genius,
and one of the most industrious of the literary profession of our country,
whose temporary suspension of labor, from bodily illness, drops him
immediately to a level with the common objects of public charity. There is no
intermediate stopping-place, no respectful shelter, where, with the delicacy
due to genius and culture, be might secure aid, till, with returning health, he
would resume his labors, and his unmortified sense of independence."

And this was the tribute paid by the American public to the master who had
given to it such tales of conjuring charm, of witchery and mystery as "The
Fall of the House of Usher" and "Ligea; such fascinating hoaxes as "The
Unparalleled Adventure of Hans Pfaall," "MSS. Found in a Bottle," "A
Descent Into a Maelstrom" and "The Balloon Hoax"; such tales of conscience
as "William Wilson," "The Black Cat" and "The Tell-tale Heart," wherein the
retributions of remorse are portrayed with an awful fidelity; such tales of
natural beauty as "The Island of the Fay" and "The Domain of Arnheim";
such marvellous studies in ratiocination as the "Gold-bug," "The Murders in
the Rue Morgue," "The Purloined Letter" and "The Mystery of Marie Roget,"
the latter, a recital of fact, demonstrating the author's wonderful capability of
correctly analyzing the mysteries of the human mind; such tales of illusion
and banter as "The Premature Burial" and "The System of Dr. Tarr and
Professor Fether"; such bits of extravaganza as "The Devil in the Belfry" and
"The Angel of the Odd"; such tales of adventure as "The Narrative of Arthur
Gordon Pym"; such papers of keen criticism and review as won for Poe the
enthusiastic admiration of Charles Dickens, although they made him many
enemies among the over-puffed minor American writers so mercilessly
exposed by him; such poems of beauty and melody as "The Bells," "The
Haunted Palace," "Tamerlane," "The City in the Sea" and "The Raven." What
delight for the jaded senses of the reader is this enchanted domain of wonder-
pieces! What an atmosphere of beauty, music, color! What resources of
imagination, construction, analysis and absolute art! One might almost
sympathize with Sarah Helen Whitman, who, confessing to a half faith in the
old superstition of the significance of anagrams, found, in the transposed
letters of Edgar Poe's name, the words "a God-peer." His mind, she says, was
indeed a "Haunted Palace," echoing to the footfalls of angels and demons.

"No man," Poe himself wrote, "has recorded, no man has dared to record, the
wonders of his inner life."

In these twentieth century days -of lavish recognition-artistic, popular and

material-of genius, what rewards might not a Poe claim!

Edgar's father, a son of General David Poe, the Americanrevolutionary patriot

and friend of Lafayette, had married Mrs. Hopkins, an English actress, and,
the match meeting with parental disapproval, had himself taken to the stage
as a profession. Notwithstanding Mrs. Poe's beauty and talent the young
couple had a sorry struggle for existence. When Edgar, at the age of two
years, was orphaned, the family was in the utmost destitution. Apparently the
future poet was to be cast upon the world homeless andfriendless. But fate
decreed that a few glimmers of sunshine were to illumine his life, for the little
fellow was adopted by John Allan, a wealthy merchant of Richmond, Va. A
brother and sister, the remaining children, were cared for by others.

In his new home Edgar found all the luxury and advantages money could
provide. He was petted, spoiled and shown off to strangers. In Mrs. Allan he
found all the affection a childless wife could bestow. Mr. Allan took much
pride in the captivating, precocious lad. At the age of five the boy recited,
with fine effect, passages of English poetry to the visitors at the Allan house.

From his eighth to his thirteenth year he attended the Manor House school, at
Stoke-Newington, a suburb of London. It was the Rev. Dr. Bransby, head of
the school, whom Poe so quaintly portrayed in "William Wilson." Returning
to Richmond in 1820 Edgar was sent to the school of Professor Joseph H.
Clarke. He proved an apt pupil. Years afterward Professor Clarke thus wrote:

"While the other boys wrote mere mechanical verses, Poe wrote genuine
poetry; the boy was a born poet. As a scholar he was ambitious to excel. He
was remarkable for self-respect, without haughtiness. He had a sensitive and
tender heart and would do anything for a friend. His nature was entirely free
from selfishness."

At the age of seventeen Poe entered the University of Virginia at

Charlottesville. He left that institution after one session. Official records
prove that he was not expelled. On the contrary, he gained a creditable record
as a student, although it is admitted that he contracted debts and had "an
ungovernable passion for card-playing." These debts may have led to his
quarrel with Mr. Allan which eventually compelled him to make his own way
in the world.

Early in 1827 Poe made his first literary venture. He induced Calvin Thomas,
a poor and youthful printer, to publish a small volume of his verses under the
title "Tamerlane and Other Poems." In 1829 we find Poe in Baltimore with
another manuscript volume of verses, which was soon published. Its title was
"Al Aaraaf, Tamerlane and Other Poems." Neither of these ventures seems to
have attracted much attention.

Soon after Mrs. Allan's death, which occurred in 1829, Poe, through the aid
of Mr. Allan, secured admission to the United States Military Academy at
West Point. Any glamour which may have attached to cadet life in Poe's eyes
was speedily lost, for discipline at West Point was never so severe nor were
the accommodations ever so poor. Poe's bent was more and more toward
literature. Life at the academy daily became increasingly distasteful. Soon he
began to purposely neglect his studies and to disregard his duties, his aim
being to secure his dismissal from the United States service. In this he
succeeded. On March 7, 1831, Poe found himself free. Mr. Allan's second
marriage had thrown the lad on his own resources. His literary career was to
begin.

Poe's first genuine victory was won in 1833, when .he was the successful
competitor for a prize of $100 offered by a Baltimore periodical for the best
prose story. "A MSS. Found in a Bottle" was the winning tale. Poe had
submitted six stories in a volume. "Our only difficulty," says Mr. Latrobe, one
of the judges, "was in selecting from the rich contents of the volume."

During the fifteen years of his literary life Poe was connected with various
newspapers and magazines in Richmond, Philadelphia and New York. He
was faithful, punctual, industrious, thorough. N. P. Willis, who for some time
employed Poe as critic and sub-editor on the "Evening Mirror," wrote thus:

"With the highest admiration for Poe's genius, and a willingness to let it alone
for more than ordinary irregularity, we were led by common report to expect
a very capricious attention to his duties, and occasionally a scene of violence
and difficulty. Time went on, however, and he was invariably punctual and
industrious. We saw but one presentiment of the man-a quiet, patient,
industrious and most gentlemanly person.

"We heard, from one who knew him well (what should be stated in all
mention of his lamentable irregularities), that with a single glass of wine his
whole nature was reversed, the demon became 'uppermost, and, though none
of the usual signs of in

Poe's first genuine victory was won in 1833, when he was the successful
competitor for a prize of $100 offered by a Baltimore periodical for the best
prose story. "A MSS. Found in a Bottle" was the winning tale. Poe had
submitted six stories in a volume. "Our only difficulty," says Mr. Latrobe, one
of the judges, "was in selecting from the rich contents of the volume."

During the fifteen years of his literary life Poe was connected with various
newspapers and magazines in Richmond, Philadelphia and New York. He
was faithful, punctual, industrious, thorough. N. P. Willis, who for some time
employed Poe as critic and sub-editor on the "Evening Mirror," wrote thus:

"With the highest admiration for Poe's genius, and a willingness to let it alone
for more than ordinary irregularity, we were led by common report to expect
a very capricious attention to his duties, and occasionally a scene of violence
and difficulty. Time went on, however, and he was invariably punctual and
industrious. We saw but one presentiment of the man-a quiet, patient,
industrious and most gentlemanly person;
"We heard, from one who knew him well (what should be stated in all
mention of his lamentable irregularities), that with a single glass of wine his
whole nature was reversed, the demon became uppermost, and, though none
of the usual signs of intoxication were visible, his will was palpably insane.
In this reversed character, we repeat, it was never our chance to meet him."

On September 22, 1835, Poe married his cousin, Virginia Clemm, in

Baltimore. She had barely turned thirteen years, Poe himself was but
twentysix. He then was a resident of Richmond and a regular contributor to
the "Southern Literary Messenger." It was not until a year later that the bride
and her widowed mother followed him thither.

Poe's devotion to his cbild-wife was one of the most beautiful features of his
life. Many of his famous poetic productions were inspired by her beauty and
charm. Consumption had marked her for its victim, and the constant efforts of
husband and mother were to secure for her all the comfort and happiness their
slender means permitted. Virginia died January 30, 1847, when but twenty-
five years of age. A friend of the family pictures the death-bed scene-mother
and husband trying to impart warmth to her by chafing her hands and her
feet, while her pet cat was suffered to nestle upon her bosom for the sake of
added warmth.

These verses from "Annabel Lee," written by Poe in 1849, the last year of his
life, tell of his sorrow at the loss of his child-wife:

I was a child and _she_ was a child,In a kingdom by the sea;

But we loved with _a _love that was more than loveIand my Annabel Lee;

With a love that the winged seraphs of heavenCoveted her and me.And this
was the reason that, long ago;In this kingdom by the sea.A wind blew out of a
cloud, chillingMy beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her high-born kinsmen cameAnd bore her away from me,To shut her
up in a sepulchreIn this kingdom by the sea,

Poe was connected at various times and in various capacities with the
"Southern Literary Messenger" in Richmond, Va.; "Graham's Magazine" and
the "Gentleman's Magazine" in Philadelphia.; the "Evening Mirror," the
"Broadway journal," and "Godey's Lady's Book" in New York. Everywhere
Poe's life was one of unremitting toil. No tales and poems were ever
produced at a greater cost of brain and spirit.

Poe's initial salary with the "Southern Literary Messenger," to which he

contributed the first drafts of a number of his best-known tales, was $10 a
week! Two years later his salary was but $600 a year. Even in 1844, when his
literary reputation was established securely, he wrote to a friend expressing
his pleasure because a magazine to which he was to contribute had agreed to
pay him $20 monthly for two pages of criticism.

Those were discouraging times in American literature, but Poe never lost
faith. He was finally to triumph wherever pre-eminent talents win admirers.
His genius has had no better description than in this stanza from William
Winter's poem, read at the dedication exercises of the Actors' Monument to
Poe, May 4, 1885, in New York:

He was the voice of beauty and of woe,Passion and mystery and the dread
unknown;Pure as the mountains of perpetual snow,Cold as the icy winds that
round them moan,Dark as the eaves wherein earth's thunders groan,Wild as
the tempests of the upper sky,Sweet as the faint, far-off celestial tone of angel

whispers, fluttering from on high,And tender as love's tear when youth and
beauty die.

In the two and a half score years that have elapsed since Poe's death he has
come fully into his own. For a while Griswold's malignant misrepresentations
colored the public estimate of Poe as man and as writer. But, thanks to J. H.
Ingram, W. F. Gill, Eugene Didier, Sarah Helen Whitman and others these
scandals have been dispelled and Poe is seen as he actually was-not as a man
without failings, it is true, but as the finest and most original genius in
American letters. As the years go on his fame increases. His works have been
translated into many foreign languages. His is a household name in France
and England-in fact, the latter nation has often uttered the reproach that Poe's
own country has been slow to appreciate him. But that reproach, if it ever
was warranted, certainly is untrue.
W. H. R.

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EDGAR ALLAN POE{*1}

BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL

THE situation of American literature is anomalous. It has no centre, or, if it

have, it is like that of the sphere of Hermes. It is, divided into many systems,
each revolving round its several suns, and often presenting to the rest only the
faint glimmer of amilk-and-water way. Our capital city, unlike London or
Paris, is not a great central heart from which life and vigor radiate to the
extremities, but resembles more an isolated umbilicus stuck down as near a's
may be to the centre of the land, and seeming rather to tell a legend of former
usefulness than to serve any present need. Boston, New York, Philadelphia,
each has its literature almost more distinct than those of the different dialects
of Germany; and the Young Queen of the West has also one of her own, of
which some articulate rumor barely has reached us dwellers by the Atlantic.

Perhaps there is no task more difficult than the just criticism of contemporary
literature. It is even more grateful to give praise where it is needed than
where it is deserved, and friendship so often seduces the iron stylus of justice
into a vague flourish, that she writes what seems rather like an epitaph than a
criticism. Yet if praise be given as an alms, we could not drop so poisonous a
one into any man's hat. The critic's ink may suffer equally from too large an
infusion of nutgalls or of sugar. But it is easier to be generous than to be just,
and we might readily put faith in that fabulous direction to the hiding place of
truth, did we judge from the amount of water which we usually find mixed
with it.

Remarkable experiences are usually confined to the inner life of imaginative

men, but Mr. Poe's biography displays a vicissitude and peculiarity of interest
such as is rarely met with. The offspring of a romantic marriage, and left an
orphan at an early age, he was adopted by Mr. Allan, a wealthy Virginian,
whose barren marriage-bed seemed the warranty of a large estate to the
young poet.

Having received a classical education in England, he returned home and

entered the University of Virginia, where, after an extravagant course,
followed by reformation at the last extremity, he was graduated with the
highest honors of his class. Then came a boyish attempt to join the fortunes
of the insurgent Greeks, which ended at St. Petersburg, where he got into
difficulties through want of a passport, from which he was rescued by the
American consul and sent home. He now entered the military academy at
West Point, from which he obtained a dismissal on hearing of the birth of a
son to his adopted father, by a second marriage, an event which cut off his
expectations as an heir. The death of Mr. Allan, in whose will his name was
not mentioned, soon after relieved him of all doubt in this regard, and he
committed himself at once to authorship for a support. Previously to this,
however, he had published (in 1827) a small volume of poems, which soon
ran through three editions, and excited high expectations of its author's future
distinction in the minds of many competent judges.

That no certain augury can be drawn from a poet's earliest lispings there are
instances enough to prove. Shakespeare's first poems, though brimful of vigor
and youth and picturesqueness, give but a very faint promise of the
directness, condensation and overflowing moral of his maturer works.
Perhaps, however, Shakespeare is hardly a case in point, his "Venus and
Adonis" having been published, we believe, in his twenty-sixth year. Milton's
Latin verses show tenderness, a fine eye for nature, and a delicate
appreciation of classic models, .but give no hint of the author of a new style
in poetry. Pope's youthful pieces have all the sing-song, wholly unrelieved by
the glittering malignity and eloquent irreligion of his later productions.
Collins' callow namby-pamby died and gave no sign of the vigorous and
original genius which he afterward displayed. We have never thought that the
world lost more in the "marvellous boy," Chatterton, than a very ingenious
imitator of obscure and antiquated dulness. Where he becomes original (as it
is called), the interest of ingenuity ceases and he becomes stupid. Kirke
White's promises were indorsed by the respectable name of Mr. Southey, but
surely with no authority from Apollo. They have the merit of a traditional
piety, which to our mind, if uttered at all, had been less objectionable in the
retired closet of a diary, and in the sober raiment of prose. They do not clutch
hold of the memory with

the drowning pertinacity of Watts; neither have they the interest of his
occasional simple, lucky beauty. Burns having fortunately been rescued by
his humble station from the contaminating society of the "Best models,"
wrote well and naturally from the first. Had he been unfortunate enough to
have had an educated taste, we should have had a series of poems from
which, as from his letters, we could sift here and there a kernel from the mass
of chaff. Coleridge's youthful efforts give no promise whatever of that
poetical genius which produced at once the wildest, tenderest, most original
and most purely imaginative poems of modem times. Byron's "Hours of
Idleness" would never find a reader except from an intrepid and indefatigable
curiosity. In Wordsworth's first preludings there is but a dim foreboding of
the creator of an era. From Southey's early poems, a safer augury might have
been drawn. They show the patientinvestigator, the close student of history,
and the unwearied explorer of the beauties of predecessors, but they give no
assurances of a man who should add aught to stock of household words, or to
the rarer and more sacred delights of the fireside or the arbor. The earliest
specimens of Shelley's poetic mind already, also, give tokens of that ethereal
sublimation in which the spirit seems to soar above the regions of words, but
leaves its body, the verse, to be entombed, without hope of resurrection, in a
mass of them. Cowley is generally instanced as a wonder of precocity. But
his early insipidities show only a capacity for rhyming and for the metrical
arrangement of certain conventional combinations of words, a capacity
wholly dependent on a delicate physical organization, and an unhappy
memory. An early poem is only remarkable when it displays an effort of
_reason, _and the rudest verses in which we can trace some conception of the
ends of poetry, are worth all the miracles of smooth juvenile versification. A
school-boy, one would say, might acquire the regular see-saw of Pope merely
by an association with the motion of the play-ground tilt.

Mr. Poe's early productions show that he could see through the verse to the
spirit beneath, and that he already had a feeling that all the life and grace of
the one must depend on and be modulated by the will of the other. We call
them the most remarkable boyish poems that we have ever read. We know of
none that can compare with them for maturity of purpose, and a nice
understanding of the effects of language and metre. Such pieces are only
valuable when they display what we can only express by the contradictory
phrase of _innate experience. _We copy one of the shorter poems, written
when the author was only fourteen. There is a little dimness in the filling up,
but the grace and symmetry of the outline are such as few poets ever attain.
There is a smack of ambrosia about it.

TO HELEN

Helen, thy beauty is to meLike those Nicean barks of yore,That gently, o'er a
perfumed sea,The weary, way-worn wanderer boreTo his own native shore.

On desperate seas long wont to roam,Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,Thy
Naiad airs have brought me homeTo the glory that was GreeceAnd the
grandeur that was Rome.

Lo! in yon brilliant window-nicheHow statue-like I see thee stand!The agate

lamp within thy hand,Ah ! Psyche, from the regions whichAre Holy Land !

It is the tendency of_ _the young poet that impresses us. Here is no
"withering scorn," no heart "blighted" ere it has safely got into its teens, none
of the drawing-room sansculottism which Byron had brought into vogue. All
is limpid and serene, with a pleasant dash of the Greek Helicon in it. The
melody of the whole, too, is remarkable. It is not of that kind which can be
demonstrated arithmetically upon the tips of the fingers. It is of that finer sort
which the inner ear alone _can _estimate. It seems simple, like a Greek
column, because of its perfection. In a poem named "Ligeia," under which
title he intended to personify the music of nature,, our boy-poet gives us the
following exquisite picture:

Ligeia ! Ligeia !My beautiful one,Whose harshest ideaWill to melody run,

Say, is it thy will,On the breezes to toss,Or, capriciously still,Like the lone
albatross,Incumbent on night,As she on the air,To keep watch with delightOn
the harmony there?

John Neal, himself a man of genius, and whose lyre has been too long
capriciously silent, appreciated the high merit of these and similar passages,
and drew a proud horoscope for their author.
Mr. Poe had that indescribable something which men have agreed to call
_genius. _No man could ever tell us precisely what it is, and yet there is none
who is not inevitably aware of its presence and its power. Let talent writhe
and contort itself as it may, it has no such magnetism. Larger of bone and
sinew it may be, but the wings are wanting. Talent sticks fast to earth, and its
most perfect works have still one- foot of clay. Genius claims kindred with
the very workings of Nature herself, so that a sunset shall seem like a
quotation from Dante, and if Shakespeare be read in the very presence of the
sea itself, his verses shall but seem nobler for the sublime criticism of ocean.
Talent may make friends for itself, but only genius can give to its creations
the divine power of winning love and veneration. Enthusiasm cannot cling to
what itself is unenthusiastic, nor will he ever have disciples who has not
himself impulsive zeal enough to be a disciple. Great wits are allied to
madness only inasmuch as they are possessed and carried away by their
demon, While talent keeps him, as Paracelsus did, securely prisoned in the
pommel of his sword. To the eye of genius, the veil of the spiritual world is
ever rent asunder that it may perceive the ministers of good and evil who
throng continually around it. No man of mere talent ever flung his inkstand at
the devil.

When we say that Mr. Poe had genius, we do not mean to say that he has
produced evidence of the highest. But to say that he possesses it at all is to
say that he needs only zeal, industry, and a reverence for the trust reposed in
him, to achieve the proudest triumphs and the greenest laurels. If we may
believe the Longinuses; and Aristotles of our newspapers, we have quite too
many geniuses of the loftiest order to render a place among them at all
desirable, whether for its hardness of attainment or its seclusion. The highest
peak of our Parnassus is, according to these gentlemen, by far the most
thickly settled portion of the country, a circumstance which must make it an
uncomfortable residence for individuals of a poetical temperament, if love of
solitude be, as immemorial tradition asserts, a necessary part of their
idiosyncrasy.

Mr. Poe has two of the prime qualities of genius, a faculty of vigorous yet
minute analysis, and a wonderful fecundity ofimagination. The first of these
faculties is as needful to the artist in words, as a knowledge of anatomy is to
the artist in colors or in stone. This enables him to conceive truly, to maintain
a proper relation of parts, and to draw a correct outline, while the second
groups, fills up and colors. Both of these Mr. Poe has displayed with singular
distinctness in his prose works, the last predominating in his earlier tales, and
the first in his later ones. In judging of the merit of an author, and assigning
him his niche among our household gods, we have a right to regard him from
our own point of view, and to measure him by our own standard. But, in
estimating the amount of power displayed in his works, we must be governed
by his own design, and placing them by the side of his own ideal, find how
much is wanting. We differ from Mr. Poe in his opinions of the objects of art.
He esteems that object to be the creation of Beauty, and perhaps it is only in
the definition of that word that we disagree with him. But in what we shall
say of his writings, we shall take his own standard as our guide. The temple
of the god of song is equally. accessible from every side, and there is room
enough in it for all who bring offerings, or seek in oracle.

In his tales, Mr. Poe has chosen to exhibit his power chiefly in that dim
region which stretches from the very utmost limits of the probable into the
weird confines of superstition and unreality. He combines in a very
remarkable manner two faculties which are seldom found united; a power of
influencing the mind of the reader by the impalpable shadows of mystery, and
a minuteness of detail which does not leave a pin or a button unnoticed. Both
are, in truth, the natural results of the predominating quality of his mind, to
which we have before alluded, analysis. It is this which distinguishes the
artist. His mind at once reaches forward to the effect to be produced. Having
resolved to bring about certain emotions in the reader, he makes all
subordinate parts tend strictly to the common centre. Even his mystery is
mathematical to his own mind. To him X is a known quantity all along. In
any picture that he paints he understands the chemical properties of all his
colors. However vague some of his figures may seem, however formless the
shadows, to him the outline is as clear and distinct as that of a geometrical
diagram. For this reason Mr. Poe has no sympathy with Mysticism. The
Mystic dwells in the mystery, is enveloped with it; it colors all his thoughts; it
affects his optic nerve especially, and the commonest things get a rainbow
edging from it. Mr. Poe, on the other hand, is a spectator _ab extra. _He
analyzes, he dissects, he watches

"with an eye serene,

The very pulse of the machine,"

for such it practically is to him, with wheels and cogs and piston-rods, all
working to produce a certain end.

This analyzing tendency of his mind balances the poetical, and by giving him
the patience to be minute, enables him to throw a wonderful reality into his
most unreal fancies. A monomania he paints with great power. He loves to
dissect one of these cancers of the mind, and to trace all the subtle
ramifications of its roots. In raising images of horror, also, he has strange
success, conveying to us sometimes by a dusky hint some terrible _doubt
_which is the secret of all horror. He leaves to imagination the task of
finishing the picture, a task to which only she is competent.

"For much imaginary work was there;Conceit deceitful, so compact, so kind,

That for Achilles' image stood his spearGrasped in an armed hand; himself
behindWas left unseen, save to the eye of mind."

Besides the merit of conception, Mr. Poe's writings have also that of form.

His style is highly finished, graceful and truly classical. It would be hard to
find a living author who had displayed such varied powers. As an example of
his style we would refer to one of his tales, "The House of Usher," in the first
volume of his "Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque." It has a singular
charm for us, and we think that no one could read it without being strongly
moved by its serene and sombre beauty. Had its author written nothing else, it
would alone have been enough to stamp him as a man of genius, and the
master of a classic style. In this tale occurs, perhaps, the most beautiful of his
poems.

The great masters of imagination have seldom resorted to the vague and the
unreal as sources of effect. They have not used dread and horror alone, but
only in combination with other qualities, as means of subjugating the fancies
of their readers. The loftiest muse has ever a household and fireside charm
about her. Mr. Poe's secret lies mainly in the skill with which he has
employed the strangefascination of mystery and terror. In this his success is
so great and striking as to deserve the name of art, not artifice. We cannot call
his materials the noblest or purest, but we must concede to him the highest
merit of construction.

As a critic, Mr. Poe was aesthetically deficient. Unerring in his analysis of

dictions, metres and plots, he seemed wanting in the faculty of perceiving the
profounder ethics of art. His criticisms are, however, distinguished for
scientific precision and coherence of logic. They have the exactness, and at
the same time, the coldness of mathematical demonstrations. Yet they stand
in strikingly refreshing contrast with the vague generalisms and sharp
personalities of the day. If deficient in warmth, they are also without the heat
of partisanship. They are especially valuable as illustrating the great truth, too
generally overlooked, that analytic power is a subordinate quality of the
critic.

On the whole, it may be considered certain that Mr. Poe has attained an
individual eminence in our literature which he will keep. He has given proof
of power and originality. He has done that which could only be done once
with success or safety, and the imitation or repetition of which would produce
weariness.

~~~~~~ End of Text ~~~~~~

DEATH OF EDGAR A. POE

BY N. P. WILLIS

THE ancient fable of two antagonistic spirits imprisoned in one body, equally
powerful and having the complete mastery by turns-of one man, that is to say,
inhabited by both a devil and an angel seems to have been realized, if all we
hear is true, in the character of the extraordinary man whose name we have
written above. Our own impression of the nature of Edgar A. Poe, differs in
some important degree, however, from that which has been generally
conveyed in the notices of his death. Let us, before telling what we personally
know of him, copy a graphic and highly finished portraiture, from the pen of
Dr. Rufus W. Griswold, which appeared in a recent number of the
"Tribune:"{*1}

"Edgar Allen Poe is dead. He died in Baltimore on Sunday, October 7th. This
announcement will startle many, but few will be grieved by it. The poet was
known, personally or by reputation, in all this country; he had readers in
England and in several of the states of Continental Europe; but he had few or
no friends; and the regrets for his death will be suggested principally by the
consideration that in him literary art has lost one of its most brilliant but
erratic stars.

"His conversation was at times almost supramortal in its eloquence. His voice
was modulated with astonishing skill, and his large and variably expressive
eyes looked repose or shot fiery tumult into theirs who listened, while his
own face glowed, or was changeless in pallor, as his imagination quickened
his blood or drew it back frozen to his heart. His imagery was from the
worlds which no mortals can see but with the vision of genius. Suddenly
starting from a proposition, exactly and sharply defined, in terms of utmost
simplicity and clearness, he rejected the forms of customary logic, and by a
crystalline process of accretion, built up his ocular demonstrations in forms
of gloomiest and ghastliest grandeur, or in those of the most airy and
delicious beauty, so minutely and distinctly, yet so rapidly, that the attention
which was yielded to him was chained till it stood among his wonderful
creations, till he himself dissolved the spell, and brought his hearers back to
common and base existence, by vulgar fancies or exhibitions of the ignoblest
passion.

"He was at all times a dreamer-dwelling in ideal realms-in heaven or hell-

peopled with the creatures and the accidents of his brain. He walked-the
streets, in madness or melancholy, with lips moving in indistinct curses, or
with eyes upturned in passionate prayer (never for himself, for he felt, or
professed to feel, that he was already damned, but) for their happiness who at
the moment were objects of his idolatry; or with his glances introverted to a
heart gnawed with anguish, and with a face shrouded in gloom, he would
brave the wildest storms, and all night, with drenched garments and arms
beating the winds and rains, would speak as if the spirits that at such times
only could be evoked by him from the Aidenn, close by whose portals his
disturbed soul sought to forget the ills to which his constitution subjected
him---close by the Aidenn where were those he loved-the Aidenn which he
might never see, but in fitful glimpses, as its gates opened to receive the less
fiery and more happy natures whose destiny to sin did not involve the doom
of death.

"He seemed, except when some fitful pursuit subjugated his will and
engrossed his faculties, always to bear the memory of somecontrolling
sorrow. The remarkable poem of 'The Raven' was probably much more nearly
than has been supposed, even by those who were very intimate with him, a
reflection and an echo of his own history. _He _was that bird's

" ' unhappy master whom unmerciful DisasterFollowed fast and followed
faster till his songs one burden bore-- Till the dirges of his Hope that
melancholy burden bore

Of 'Never-never more.'

"Every genuine author in a greater or less degree leaves in his works,

whatever their design, traces of his personal character: elements of his
immortal being, in which the individual survives the person. While we read
the pages of the 'Fall of the House of Usher,' or of 'Mesmeric Revelations,' we
see in the solemn and stately gloom which invests one, and in the subtle
metaphysical analysis of both, indications of the idiosyncrasies of what was
most remarkable and peculiar in the author's intellectual nature. But we see
here only the better phases of his nature, only the symbols of his juster action,
for his harsh experience had deprived him of all faith in man or woman. He
had made up his mind upon the numberless complexities of the social world,
and the whole system with him was an imposture. This conviction gave a
direction to his shrewd and naturally unamiable character. Still, though he
regarded society as composed altogether of villains, the sharpness of his
intellect was not of that kind which enabled him to cope with villany, while it
continually caused him by overshots to fail of the success of honesty. He was
in many respects like Francis Vivian in Bulwer's novel of 'The Caxtons.'
Passion, in him, comprehended -many of the worst emotions which militate
against human happiness. You could not contradict him, but you raised quick
choler; you could not speak of wealth, but his cheek paled with gnawing
envy. The astonishing natural advantages of this poor boy--his beauty, his
readiness, the daring spirit that breathed around him like a fiery atmosphere--
had raised his constitutional self-confidence into an arrogance that turned his
very claims to admiration into prejudices against him. Irascible, envious--bad
enough, but not the worst, for these salient angles were all varnished over
with a cold, repellant cynicism, his passions vented themselves in sneers.
There seemed to him no moral susceptibility; and, what was more remarkable
in a proud nature, little or nothing of the true point of honor. He had, to a
morbid excess, that, desire to rise which is vulgarly called ambition, but no
wish for the esteem or the love of his species; only the hard wish to succeed-
not shine, not serve -succeed, that he might have the right to despise a world
which galled his self-conceit.

"We have suggested the influence of his aims and vicissitudes upon his
literature. It was more conspicuous in his later than in his earlier writings.
Nearly all that he wrote in the last two or three years-including much of his
best poetry-was in some sensebiographical; in draperies of his imagination,
those who had taken the trouble to trace his steps, could perceive, but slightly
concealed, the figure of himself."

Apropos of the disparaging portion of the above well-written sketch, let us

truthfully say:

Some four or five years since, when editing a daily paper in this city, Mr. Poe
was employed by us, for several months, as critic and sub-editor. This was
our first personal acquaintance with him. He resided with his wife and mother
at Fordham, a few miles out of town, but was at his desk in the office, from
nine in the morning till the evening paper went to press. With the highest
admiration for his genius, and a willingness to let it atone for more than
ordinary irregularity, we were led by common report to expect a very
capricious attention to his duties, and occasionally a scene of violence and
difficulty. Time went on, however, and he was invariably punctual and
industrious. With his pale, beautiful, and intellectual face, as a reminder of
what genius was in him, it was impossible, of course, not to treat him always
with deferential courtesy, and, to our occasional request that he would not
probe too deep in a criticism, or that he would erase a passage colored too
highly with his resentments against society and mankind, he readily and
courteously assented-far more yielding than most men, we thought, on points
so excusably sensitive. With a prospect of taking the lead in another
periodical, he, at last, voluntarily gave up his employment with us, and,
through all this considerable period, we had seen but one presentment of the
man-a quiet, patient, industrious, and most gentlemanly person, commanding
the utmost respect and good feeling by his unvarying deportment and ability.

Residing as he did in the country, we never met Mr. Poe in hours of leisure;
but he frequently called on us afterward at our place of business, and we met
him often in the street-invariably the same sad mannered, winning and
refined gentleman , such as we had always known him. It was by rumor only,
up to the day of his death, that we knew of any other development of manner
or character. We heard, from one who knew him well (what should be stated
in all mention of his lamentable irregularities), that, with a single glass of
wine, his whole nature was reversed, the demon became uppermost, and,
though none of the usual signs of intoxication were visible, his will was
palpably insane. Possessing his reasoning faculties in excited activity, at such
times, and seeking his acquaintances with his wonted look and memory, he
easily seemed personating only another phase of his natural character, and
was accused, accordingly, of insulting arrogance and bad-heartedness. In this
reversed character, we repeat, it was never our chance to see him. We know it
from hearsay, and we mention it in connection with this sad infirmity of
physical constitution; which puts it upon very nearly the ground of a
temporary and almost irresponsible insanity.

The arrogance, vanity, and depravity of heart, of which Mr. Poe was generally
accused, seem to us referable altogether to this reversed phase of his
character. Under that degree of intoxication which only acted upon him by
demonizing his sense of truth and right, he doubtless said and did much that
was wholly irreconcilable with his better nature; but, when himself, and as
we knew him only, his modesty and unaffected humility, as to his own
deservings, were a constant charm to his character. His letters, of which the
constant application for autographs has taken from us, we are sorry to
confess, the greater portion, exhibited this quality very strongly. In one of the
carelessly written notes of which we chance still to retain possession, for
instance, he speaks of "The Raven"--that extraordinary poem which
electrified the world of imaginative readers, and has become the type of a
school of poetry of its own-and, in evident earnest, attributes its success to
the few words of commendation with which we had prefaced it in this paper.
-It will throw light on his sane character to give a literal copy of the note:

"FORDHAM, April 20, 1849

"My DEAR WILLIS--The poem which I inclose, and which I am so vain as
to hope you will like, in some respects, has been just published in a paper for
which sheer necessity compels me to write, now and then. It pays well as
times go-but unquestionably it ought to pay ten prices; for whatever I send it
I feel I am consigning to the tomb of the Capulets. The verses accompanying
this, may I beg you to take out of the tomb, and bring them to light in the
'Home journal?' If you can oblige me so far as to copy them, I do not think it
will be necessary to say 'From the ----, that would be too bad; and, perhaps,
'From a late ---- paper,' would do.

"I have not forgotten how a 'good word in season' from you made 'The
Raven,' and made 'Ulalume' (which by-the-way, people have done me the
honor of attributing to you), therefore, I would ask you (if I dared) to say
something of these lines if they please you.

"Truly yours ever,

"EDGAR A. POE."

In double proof of his earnest disposition to do the best for himself, and of
the trustful and grateful nature which has been denied him, we give another
of the only three of his notes which we chance to retain :

"FORDHAM, January 22, 1848.

"My DEAR MR. WILLiS-I am about to make an effort at re-establishing

myself in the literary world, and _feel _that I may depend upon your aid.

"My general aim is to start a Magazine, to be called 'The Stylus,' but it would
be useless to me, even when established, if not entirely out of the control of a
publisher. I mean, therefore, to get up a journal which shall be _my own_ at
all points. With this end in view, I must get a list of at least five hundred
subscribers to begin with; nearly two hundred I have already. I propose,
however, to go South and West, among my personal and literary friends--old
college and West Point acquaintances -and see what I can do. In order to get
the means of taking the first step, I propose to lecture at the Society Library,
on Thursday, the 3d of February, and, that there may be no cause of
_squabbling_, my subject shall _not be literary _at all. I have chosen a broad
text: 'The Universe.'

"Having thus given you _the facts _of the case, I leave all the rest to the
suggestions of your own tact and generosity. Gratefully, _most gratefully,

_"Your friend always,

"EDGAR A. POE.''

Brief and chance-taken as these letters are, we think theysufficiently prove

the existence of the very qualities denied to Mr. Poe-humility, willingness to
persevere, belief in another's friendship, and capability of cordial and grateful
friendship! Such he assuredly was when sane. Such only he has invariably
seemed to us, in all we have happened personally to know of him, through a
friendship of five or six years. And so much easier is it to believe what we
have seen and known, than what we hear of only, that we remember him but
with admiration and respect; these descriptions of him, when morally insane,
seeming to us like portraits, painted in sickness, of a man we have only
known in health.

But there is another, more touching, and far more forcible evidence that there
was _goodness _in Edgar A. Poe. To reveal it we are obliged to venture upon
the lifting of the veil which sacredly covers grief and refinement in poverty;
but we think it may be excused, if so we can brighten the memory of the poet,
even were there not a more needed and immediate service which it may
render to the nearest link broken by his death.

Our first knowledge of Mr. Poe's removal to this city was by a call which we
received from a lady who introduced herself to us as the mother of his wife.
She was in search of employment for him, and she excused her errand by
mentioning that he was ill, that her daughter was a confirmed invalid, and
that their circumstances were such as compelled her taking it upon herself.
The countenance of this lady, made beautiful and saintly with an evidently
complete giving up of her life to privation and sorrowful tenderness, her
gentle and mournful voice urging its plea, her long-forgotten but habitually
and unconsciously refined manners, and her appealing and yet appreciative
mention of the claims and abilities of her son, disclosed at once the presence
of one of those angels upon earth that women in adversity can be. It was a
hard fate that she was watching over. Mr. Poe wrote with fastidious difficulty,
and in a style too much above the popular level to be well paid. He was
always in pecuniary difficulty, and, with his sick wife, frequently in want of
the merest necessaries of life. Winter after winter, for years, the most
touching sight to us, in this whole city, has been that tireless minister to
genius, thinly and insufficiently clad, going from office to office with a poem,
or an article on some literary subject, to sell, sometimes simply pleading in a
broken voice that he was ill, and begging for him, mentioning nothing but
that "he was ill," whatever might be the reason for his writing nothing, and
never, amid all her tears and recitals of distress, suffering one syllable to
escape her lips that could convey a doubt of him, or a complaint, or a
lessening of pride in his genius and good intentions. Her daughter died a year
and a half since, but she did not desert him. She continued his ministering
angel--living with him, caring for him, guarding him against exposure, and
when he was carried away by temptation, amid grief and the loneliness of
feelings unreplied to, and awoke from his self abandonment prostrated in
destitution and suffering, _begging _for him still. If woman's devotion, born
with a first love, and fed with human passion, hallow its object, as it is
allowed to do, what does not a devotion like this-pure, disinterested and holy
as the watch of an invisible spirit-say for him who inspired it?

We have a letter before us, written by this lady, Mrs. Clemm, on the morning
in which she heard of the death of this object of her untiring care. It is merely
a request that we would call upon her, but we will copy a few of its words--
sacred as its privacy is--to warrant the truth of the picture we have drawn
above, and add force to the appeal we wish to make for her:

"I have this morning heard of the death of my darling Eddie. . . . Can you
give me any circumstances or particulars? . . . Oh! do not desert your poor
friend in his bitter affliction! . . . Ask -Mr. -- to come, as I must deliver a
message to him from my poor Eddie. . . . I need not ask you to notice his
death and to speak well of him. I know you will. But say what an affectionate
son he was to me, his poor desolate mother. . ."

To hedge round a grave with respect, what choice is there, between the
relinquished wealth and honors of the world, and the story of such a woman's
unrewarded devotion! Risking what we do, in delicacy, by making it public,
we feel--other reasons aside--that it betters the world to make known that
there are such ministrations to its erring and gifted. What we have said will
speak to some hearts. There are those who will be glad to know how the
lamp, whose light of poetry has beamed on their far-away recognition, was
watched over with care and pain, that they may send to her, who is more
darkened than they by its extinction, some token of their sympathy. She is
destitute and alone. If any, far or near, will send to us what may aid and cheer
her through the remainder of her life, we will joyfully place it in her bands.

~~~~~ End of Text ~~~~~~

The Unparalleled Adventures of

One Hans Pfaal {*1}

BY late accounts from Rotterdam, that city seems to be in a high state of

philosophical excitement. Indeed, phenomena have there occurred of a nature
so completely unexpected -- so entirely novel -- so utterly at variance with
preconceived opinions -- as to leave no doubt on my mind that long ere this
all Europe is in an uproar, all physics in a ferment, all reason and astronomy
together by the ears.

It appears that on the -- -- day of -- -- (I am not positive about the date), a vast
crowd of people, for purposes not specifically mentioned, were assembled in
the great square of the Exchange in the well-conditioned city of Rotterdam.
The day was warm -- unusually so for the season -- there was hardly a breath
of air stirring; and the multitude were in no bad humor at being now and then
besprinkled with friendly showers of momentary duration, that fell from large
white masses of cloud which chequered in a fitful manner the blue vault of
the firmament. Nevertheless, about noon, a slight but remarkable agitation
became apparent in the assembly: the clattering of ten thousand tongues
succeeded; and, in an instant afterward, ten thousand faces were upturned
toward the heavens, ten thousand pipes descended simultaneously from the
corners of ten thousand mouths, and a shout, which could be compared to
nothing but the roaring of Niagara, resounded long, loudly, and furiously,
through all the environs of Rotterdam.
The origin of this hubbub soon became sufficiently evident. From behind the
huge bulk of one of those sharply-defined masses of cloud already
mentioned, was seen slowly to emerge into an open area of blue space, a
queer, heterogeneous, but apparently solid substance, so oddly shaped, so
whimsically put together, as not to be in any manner comprehended, and
never to be sufficiently admired, by the host of sturdy burghers who stood
open-mouthed below. What could it be? In the name of all the vrows and
devils in Rotterdam, what could it possibly portend? No one knew, no one
could imagine; no one -- not even the burgomaster Mynheer Superbus Von
Underduk -- had the slightest clew by which to unravel the mystery; so, as
nothing more reasonable could be done, every one to a man replaced his pipe
carefully in the corner of his mouth, and cocking up his right eye towards the
phenomenon, puffed, paused, waddled about, and grunted significantly --
then waddled back, grunted, paused, and finally -- puffed again.

In the meantime, however, lower and still lower toward the goodly city, came
the object of so much curiosity, and the cause of so much smoke. In a very
few minutes it arrived near enough to be accurately discerned. It appeared to
be -- yes! it was undoubtedly a species of balloon; but surely no such balloon
had ever been seen in Rotterdam before. For who, let me ask, ever heard of a
balloon manufactured entirely of dirty newspapers? No man in Holland
certainly; yet here, under the very noses of the people, or rather at some
distance above their noses was the identical thing in question, and composed,
I have it on the best authority, of the precise material which no one had ever
before known to be used for a similar purpose. It was an egregious insult to
the good sense of the burghers of Rotterdam. As to the shape of the
phenomenon, it was even still more reprehensible. Being little or nothing
better than a huge foolscap turned upside down. And this similitude was
regarded as by no means lessened when, upon nearer inspection, there was
perceived a large tassel depending from its apex, and, around the upper rim or
base of the cone, a circle of little instruments, resembling sheep-bells, which
kept up a continual tinkling to the tune of Betty Martin. But still worse.
Suspended by blue ribbons to the end of this fantastic machine, there hung,
by way of car, an enormous drab beaver bat, with a brim superlatively broad,
and a hemispherical crown with a black band and a silver buckle. It is,
however, somewhat remarkable that many citizens of Rotterdam swore to
having seen the same hat repeatedly before; and indeed the whole assembly
seemed to regard it with eyes of familiarity; while the vrow Grettel Pfaall,
upon sight of it, uttered an exclamation of joyful surprise, and declared it to
be the identical hat of her good man himself. Now this was a circumstance
the more to be observed, as Pfaall, with three companions, had actually
disappeared from Rotterdam about five years before, in a very sudden and
unaccountable manner, and up to the date of this narrative all attempts had
failed of obtaining any intelligence concerning them whatsoever. To be sure,
some bones which were thought to be human, mixed up with a quantity of
odd-looking rubbish, had been lately discovered in a retired situation to the
east of Rotterdam, and some people went so far as to imagine that in this spot
a foul murder had been committed, and that the sufferers were in all
probability Hans Pfaall and his associates. But to return.

The balloon (for such no doubt it was) had now descended to within a
hundred feet of the earth, allowing the crowd below a sufficiently distinct
view of the person of its occupant. This was in truth a very droll little
somebody. He could not have been more than two feet in height; but this
altitude, little as it was, would have been sufficient to destroy his equilibrium,
and tilt him over the edge of his tiny car, but for the intervention of a circular
rim reaching as high as the breast, and rigged on to the cords of the balloon.
The body of the little man was more than proportionately broad, giving to his
entire figure a rotundity highly absurd. His feet, of course, could not be seen
at all, although a horny substance of suspicious nature was occasionally
protruded through a rent in the bottom of the car, or to speak more properly,
in the top of the hat. His hands were enormously large. His hair was
extremely gray, and collected in a cue behind. His nose was prodigiously
long, crooked, and inflammatory; his eyes full, brilliant, and acute; his chin
and cheeks, although wrinkled with age, were broad, puffy, and double; but
of ears of any kind or character there was not a semblance to be discovered
upon any portion of his head. This odd little gentleman was dressed in a loose
surtout of sky-blue satin, with tight breeches to match, fastened with silver
buckles at the knees. His vest was of some bright yellow material; a white
taffety cap was set jauntily on one side of his head; and, to complete his
equipment, a blood-red silk handkerchief enveloped his throat, and fell down,
in a dainty manner, upon his bosom, in a fantastic bow-knot of super-eminent
dimensions.
Having descended, as I said before, to about one hundred feet from the
surface of the earth, the little old gentleman was suddenly seized with a fit of
trepidation, and appeared disinclined to make any nearer approach to terra
firma. Throwing out, therefore, a quantity of sand from a canvas bag, which,
he lifted with great difficulty, he became stationary in an instant. He then
proceeded, in a hurried and agitated manner, to extract from a side-pocket in
his surtout a large morocco pocket-book. This he poised suspiciously in his
hand, then eyed it with an air of extreme surprise, and was evidently
astonished at its weight. He at length opened it, and drawing there from a
huge letter sealed with red sealing-wax and tied carefully with red tape, let it
fall precisely at the feet of the burgomaster, Superbus Von Underduk. His
Excellency stooped to take it up. But the aeronaut, still greatly discomposed,
and having apparently no farther business to detain him in Rotterdam, began
at this moment to make busy preparations for departure; and it being
necessary to discharge a portion of ballast to enable him to reascend, the half
dozen bags which he threw out, one after another, without taking the trouble
to empty their contents, tumbled, every one of them, most unfortunately upon
the back of the burgomaster, and rolled him over and over no less than one-
and-twenty times, in the face of every man in Rotterdam. It is not to be
supposed, however, that the great Underduk suffered this impertinence on the
part of the little old man to pass off with impunity. It is said, on the contrary,
that during each and every one of his one-and twenty circumvolutions he
emitted no less than one-and-twenty distinct and furious whiffs from his pipe,
to which he held fast the whole time with all his might, and to which he
intends holding fast until the day of his death.

In the meantime the balloon arose like a lark, and, soaring far away above the
city, at length drifted quietly behind a cloud similar to that from which it had
so oddly emerged, and was thus lost forever to the wondering eyes of the
good citiezns of Rotterdam. All attention was now directed to the letter, the
descent of which, and the consequences attending thereupon, had proved so
fatally subversive of both person and personal dignity to his Excellency, the
illustrious Burgomaster Mynheer Superbus Von Underduk. That functionary,
however, had not failed, during his circumgyratory movements, to bestow a
thought upon the important subject of securing the packet in question, which
was seen, upon inspection, to have fallen into the most proper hands, being
actually addressed to himself and Professor Rub-a-dub, in their official
capacities of President andVice-President of the Rotterdam College of
Astronomy. It was accordingly opened by those dignitaries upon the spot, and
found to contain the following extraordinary, and indeed very serious,
communications.

To their Excellencies Von Underduk and Rub-a-dub, President and Vice-

President of the States' College of Astronomers, in the city of Rotterdam.

"Your Excellencies may perhaps be able to remember an humble artizan, by

name Hans Pfaall, and by occupation a mender of bellows, who, with three
others, disappeared from Rotterdam, about five years ago, in a manner which
must have been considered by all parties at once sudden, and extremely
unaccountable. If, however, it so please your Excellencies, I, the writer of this
communication, am the identical Hans Pfaall himself. It is well known to
most of my fellow citizens, that for the period of forty years I continued to
occupy the little square brick building, at the head of the alley called
Sauerkraut, in which I resided at the time of my disappearance. My ancestors
have also resided therein time out of mind -- they, as well as myself, steadily
following the respectable and indeed lucrative profession of mending of
bellows. For, to speak the truth, until of late years, that the heads of all the
people have been set agog with politics, no better business than my own
could an honest citizen of Rotterdam either desire or deserve. Credit was
good, employment was never wanting, and on all hands there was no lack of
either money or good-will. But, as I was saying, we soon began to feel the
effects of liberty and long speeches, and radicalism, and all that sort of thing.
People who were formerly, the very best customers in the world, had now not
a moment of time to think of us at all. They had, so they said, as much as they
could do to read about the revolutions, and keep up with the march of
intellect and the spirit of the age. If a fire wanted fanning, it could readily be
fanned with a newspaper, and as the government grew weaker, I have no
doubt that leather and iron acquired durability in proportion, for, in a very
short time, there was not a pair of bellows in all Rotterdam that ever stood in
need of a stitch or required the assistance of a hammer. This was a state of
things not to be endured. I soon grew as poor as a rat, and, having a wife and
children to provide for, my burdens at length became intolerable, and I spent
hour after hour in reflecting upon the most convenient method of putting an
end to my life. Duns, in the meantime, left me little leisure for contemplation.
My house was literally besieged from morning till night, so that I began to
rave, and foam, and fret like a caged tiger against the bars of his enclosure.
There were three fellows in particular who worried me beyond endurance,
keeping watch continually about my door, and threatening me with the law.
Upon these three I internally vowed the bitterest revenge, if ever I should be
so happy as to get them within my clutches; and I believe nothing in the
world but the pleasure of this anticipation prevented me from putting my plan
of suicide into immediate execution, by blowing my brains out with a
blunderbuss. I thought it best, however, to dissemble my wrath, and to treat
them with promises and fair words, until, by some good turn of fate, an
opportunity of vengeance should be afforded me.

"One day, having given my creditors the slip, and feeling more than usually
dejected, I continued for a long time to wander about the most obscure streets
without object whatever, until at length I chanced to stumble against the
corner of a bookseller's stall. Seeing a chair close at hand, for the use of
customers, I threw myself doggedly into it, and, hardly knowing why, opened
the pages of the first volume which came within my reach. It proved to be a
small pamphlet treatise on Speculative Astronomy, written either by
Professor Encke of Berlin or by a Frenchman of somewhat similar name. I
had some little tincture of information on matters of this nature, and soon
became more and more absorbed in the contents of the book, reading it
actually through twice before I awoke to a recollection of what was passing
around me. By this time it began to grow dark, and I directed my steps
toward home. But the treatise had made an indelible impression on my mind,
and, as I sauntered along the dusky streets, I revolved carefully over in my
memory the wild and sometimes unintelligible reasonings of the writer. There
are some particular passages which affected my imagination in a powerful
andextraordinary manner. The longer I meditated upon these the more intense
grew the interest which had been excited within me. The limited nature of my
education in general, and more especially my ignorance on subjects
connected with natural philosophy, so far from rendering me diffident of my
own ability to comprehend what I had read, or inducing me to mistrust the
many vague notions which had arisen in consequence, merely served as a
farther stimulus to imagination; and I was vain enough, or perhaps reasonable
enough, to doubt whether those crude ideas which, arising in ill-regulated
minds, have all the appearance, may not often in effect possess all the force,
the reality, and other inherent properties, of instinct or intuition; whether, to
proceed a step farther, profundity itself might not, in matters of a purely
speculative nature, be detected as a legitimate source of falsity and error. In
other words, I believed, and still do believe, that truth, is frequently of its
own essence, superficial, and that, in many cases, the depth lies more in the
abysses where we seek her, than in the actual situations wherein she may be
found. Nature herself seemed to afford me corroboration of these ideas. In the
contemplation of the heavenly bodies it struck me forcibly that I could not
distinguish a star with nearly as much precision, when I gazed on it with
earnest, direct and undeviating attention, as when I suffered my eye only to
glance in its vicinity alone. I was not, of course, at that time aware that this
apparent paradox was occasioned by the center of the visual area being less
susceptible of feeble impressions of light than the exterior portions of the
retina. This knowledge, and some of another kind, came afterwards in the
course of an eventful five years, during which I have dropped the prejudices
of my former humble situation in life, and forgotten the bellows-mender in
far different occupations. But at the epoch of which I speak, the analogy
which a casual observation of a star offered to the conclusions I had already
drawn, struck me with the force of positive conformation, and I then finally
made up my mind to the course which I afterwards pursued.

"It was late when I reached home, and I went immediately to bed. My mind,
however, was too much occupied to sleep, and I lay the whole night buried in
meditation. Arising early in the morning, and contriving again to escape the
vigilance of my creditors, I repaired eagerly to the bookseller's stall, and laid
out what little ready money I possessed, in the purchase of some volumes of
Mechanics and Practical Astronomy. Having arrived at home safely with
these, I devoted every spare moment to their perusal, and soon made such
proficiency in studies of this nature as I thought sufficient for the execution
of my plan. In the intervals of this period, I made every endeavor to
conciliate the three creditors who had given me so much annoyance. In this I
finally succeeded -- partly by selling enough of my household furniture to
satisfy a moiety of their claim, and partly by a promise of paying the balance
upon completion of a little project which I told them I had in view, and for
assistance in which I solicited their services. By these means -- for they were
ignorant men -- I found little difficulty in gaining them over to my purpose.
"Matters being thus arranged, I contrived, by the aid of my wife and with the
greatest secrecy and caution, to dispose of what property I had remaining,
and to borrow, in small sums, under various pretences, and without paying
any attention to my future means of repayment, no inconsiderable quantity of
ready money. With the means thus accruing I proceeded to procure at
intervals, cambric muslin, very fine, in pieces of twelve yards each; twine; a
lot of the varnish of caoutchouc; a large and deep basket of wicker-work,
made to order; and several other articles necessary in the construction and
equipment of a balloon of extraordinary dimensions. This I directed my wife
to make up as soon as possible, and gave her all requisite information as to
the particular method of proceeding. In the meantime I worked up the twine
into a net-work of sufficient dimensions; rigged it with a hoop and the
necessary cords; bought a quadrant, a compass, a spy-glass, a common
barometer with some important modifications, and two astronomical
instruments not so generally known. I then took opportunities of conveying
by night, to a retired situation east of Rotterdam, five iron-bound casks, to
contain about fifty gallons each, and one of a larger size; six tinned ware
tubes, three inches in diameter, properly shaped, and ten feet in length; a
quantity of a particular metallic substance, or semi-metal, which I shall not
name, and a dozen demijohns of a very common acid. The gas to be formed
from these latter materials is a gas never yet generated by any other person
than myself -- or at least never applied to any similar purpose. The secret I
would make no difficulty in disclosing, but that it of right belongs to a citizen
of Nantz, in France, by whom it was conditionallycommunicated to myself.
The same individual submitted to me, without being at all aware of my
intentions, a method of constructing balloons from the membrane of a certain
animal, through which substance any escape of gas was nearly an
impossibility. I found it, however, altogether too expensive, and was not sure,
upon the whole, whether cambric muslin with a coating of gum caoutchouc,
was not equally as good. I mention this circumstance, because I think it
probable that hereafter the individual in question may attempt a balloon
ascension with the novel gas and material I have spoken of, and I do not wish
to deprive him of the honor of a very singular invention.

"On the spot which I intended each of the smaller casks to occupy
respectively during the inflation of the balloon, I privately dug a hole two feet
deep; the holes forming in this manner a circle twenty-five feet in diameter.
In the centre of this circle, being the station designed for the large cask, I also
dug a hole three feet in depth. In each of the five smaller holes, I deposited a
canister containing fifty pounds, and in the larger one a keg holding one
hundred and fifty pounds, of cannon powder. These -- the keg and canisters --
I connected in a proper manner with covered trains; and having let into one of
the canisters the end of about four feet of slow match, I covered up the hole,
and placed the cask over it, leaving the other end of the match protruding
about an inch, and barely visible beyond the cask. I then filled up the
remaining holes, and placed the barrels over them in their destined situation.

"Besides the articles above enumerated, I conveyed to the depot, and there
secreted, one of M. Grimm's improvements upon the apparatus for
condensation of the atmospheric air. I found this machine, however, to
require considerable alteration before it could be adapted to the purposes to
which I intended making it applicable. But, with severe labor and unremitting
perseverance, I at length met with entire success in all my preparations. My
balloon was soon completed. It would contain more than forty thousand cubic
feet of gas; would take me up easily, I calculated, with all my implements,
and, if I managed rightly, with one hundred and seventy-five pounds of
ballast into the bargain. It had received three coats of varnish, and I found the
cambric muslin to answer all the purposes of silk itself, quite as strong and a
good deal less expensive.

"Everything being now ready, I exacted from my wife an oath of secrecy in

relation to all my actions from the day of my first visit to the bookseller's
stall; and promising, on my part, to return as soon as circumstances would
permit, I gave her what little money I had left, and bade her farewell. Indeed I
had no fear on her account. She was what people call a notable woman, and
could manage matters in the world without my assistance. I believe, to tell the
truth, she always looked upon me as an idle boy, a mere make-weight, good
for nothing but building castles in the air, and was rather glad to get rid of
me. It was a dark night when I bade her good-bye, and taking with me, as
aides-de-camp, the three creditors who had given me so much trouble, we
carried the balloon, with the car and accoutrements, by a roundabout way, to
the station where the other articles were deposited. We there found them all
unmolested, and I proceeded immediately to business.
"It was the first of April. The night, as I said before, was dark; there was not a
star to be seen; and a drizzling rain, falling at intervals, rendered us very
uncomfortable. But my chief anxiety was concerning the balloon, which, in
spite of the varnish with which it was defended, began to grow rather heavy
with the moisture; the powder also was liable to damage. I therefore kept my
three duns working with great diligence, pounding down ice around the
central cask, and stirring the acid in the others. They did not cease, however,
importuning me with questions as to what I intended to do with all this
apparatus, and expressed much dissatisfaction at the terrible labor I made
them undergo. They could not perceive, so they said, what good was likely to
result from their getting wet to the skin, merely to take a part in such horrible
incantations. I began to get uneasy, and worked away with all my might, for I
verily believe the idiots supposed that I had entered into a compact with the
devil, and that, in short, what I was now doing was nothing better than it
should be. I was, therefore, in great fear of their leaving me altogether. I
contrived, however, to pacify them by promises of payment of all scores in
full, as soon as I could bring the present business to a termination. To these
speeches they gave, of course, their own interpretation; fancying, no doubt,
that at all events I should come into possession of vast quantities of ready
money; and provided I paid them all I owed, and a trifle more, in
consideration of their services, I dare say they cared very little what became
of either my soul or my carcass.

"In about four hours and a half I found the balloon sufficiently inflated. I
attached the car, therefore, and put all my implements in it -- not forgetting
the condensing apparatus, a copious supply of water, and a large quantity of
provisions, such as pemmican, in which much nutriment is contained in
comparatively little bulk. I also secured in the car a pair of pigeons and a cat.
It was now nearly daybreak, and I thought it high time to take my departure.
Dropping a lighted cigar on the ground, as if by accident, I took the
opportunity, in stooping to pick it up, of igniting privately the piece of slow
match, whose end, as I said before, protruded a very little beyond the lower
rim of one of the smaller casks. This manoeuvre was totally unperceived on
the part of the three duns; and, jumping into the car, I immediately cut the
single cord which held me to the earth, and was pleased to find that I shot
upward, carrying with all ease one hundred and seventy-five pounds of
leaden ballast, and able to have carried up as many more.
"Scarcely, however, had I attained the height of fifty yards, when, roaring and
rumbling up after me in the most horrible and tumultuous manner, came so
dense a hurricane of fire, and smoke, and sulphur, and legs and arms, and
gravel, and burning wood, and blazing metal, that my very heart sunk within
me, and I fell down in the bottom of the car, trembling with unmitigated
terror. Indeed, I now perceived that I had entirely overdone the business, and
that the main consequences of the shock were yet to be experienced.
Accordingly, in less than a second, I felt all the blood in my body rushing to
my temples, and immediately thereupon, a concussion, which I shall never
forget, burst abruptly through the night and seemed to rip the very firmament
asunder. When I afterward had time for reflection, I did not fail to attribute
the extreme violence of the explosion, as regarded myself, to its proper cause
-- my situation directly above it, and in the line of its greatest power. But at
the time, I thought only of preserving my life. The balloon at first collapsed,
then furiously expanded, then whirled round and round with horrible velocity,
and finally, reeling and staggering like a drunken man, hurled me with great
force over the rim of the car, and left me dangling, at a terrific height, with
my head downward, and my face outwards, by a piece of slender cord about
three feet in length, which hung accidentally through a crevice near the
bottom of the wicker-work, and in which, as I fell, my left foot became most
providentially entangled. It is impossible -- utterly impossible -- to form any
adequate idea of the horror of my situation. I gasped convulsively for breath
-- a shudder resembling a fit of the ague agitated every nerve and muscle of
my frame -- I felt my eyes starting from their sockets -- a horrible nausea
overwhelmed me -- and at length I fainted away.

"How long I remained in this state it is impossible to say. It must, however,

have been no inconsiderable time, for when I partially recovered the sense of
existence, I found the day breaking, the balloon at a prodigious height over a
wilderness of ocean, and not a trace of land to be discovered far and wide
within the limits of the vast horizon. My sensations, however, upon thus
recovering, were by no means so rife with agony as might have been
anticipated. Indeed, there was much of incipient madness in the calm survey
which I began to take of my situation. I drew up to my eyes each of my
hands, one after the other, and wondered what occurrence could have given
rise to the swelling of the veins, and the horrible blackness of the fingemails.
I afterward carefully examined my head, shaking it repeatedly, and feeling it
with minute attention, until I succeeded in satisfying myself that it was not, as
I had more than half suspected, larger than my balloon. Then, in a knowing
manner, I felt in both my breeches pockets, and, missing therefrom a set of
tablets and a toothpick case, endeavored to account for their disappearance,
and not being able to do so, felt inexpressibly chagrined. It now occurred to
me that I suffered great uneasiness in the joint of my left ankle, and a dim
consciousness of my situation began to glimmer through my mind. But,
strange to say! I was neither astonished nor horror-stricken. If I felt any
emotion at all, it was a kind of chuckling satisfaction at the cleverness I was
about to display in extricating myself from this dilemma; and I never, for a
moment, looked upon my ultimate safety as a question susceptible of doubt.
For a few minutes I remained wrapped in the profoundest meditation. I have
a distinct recollection of frequently compressing my lips, putting my
forefinger to the side of my nose, and making use of other gesticulations and
grimaces common to men who, at ease in their arm-chairs, meditate upon
matters of intricacy or importance. Having, as I thought, sufficiently collected
my ideas, I now, with great caution and deliberation, put my hands behind my
back, and unfastened the large iron buckle which belonged to the waistband
of my inexpressibles. This buckle had three teeth, which, being somewhat
rusty, turned with great difficulty on their axis. I brought them, however, after
some trouble, at right angles to the body of the buckle, and was glad to find
them remain firm in that position. Holding the instrument thus obtained
within my teeth, I now proceeded to untie the knot of my cravat. I had to rest
several times before I could accomplish this manoeuvre, but it was at length
accomplished. To one end of the cravat I then made fast the buckle, and the
other end I tied, for greater security, tightly around my wrist. Drawing now
my body upwards, with a prodigious exertion of muscular force, I succeeded,
at the very first trial, in throwing the buckle over the car, and entangling it, as
I had anticipated, in the circular rim of the wicker-work.

"My body was now inclined towards the side of the car, at an angle of about
forty-five degrees; but it must not be understood that I was therefore only
forty-five degrees below the perpendicular. So far from it, I still lay nearly
level with the plane of the horizon; for the change of situation which I had
acquired, had forced the bottom of the car considerably outwards from my
position, which was accordingly one of the most imminent and deadly peril.
It should be remembered, however, that when I fell in the first instance, from
the car, if I had fallen with my face turned toward the balloon, instead of
turned outwardly from it, as it actually was; or if, in the second place, the
cord by which I was suspended had chanced to hang over the upper edge,
instead of through a crevice near the bottom of the car, -- I say it may be
readily conceived that, in either of these supposed cases, I should have been
unable to accomplish even as much as I had now accomplished, and the
wonderful adventures of Hans Pfaall would have been utterly lost to
posterity, I had therefore every reason to be grateful; although, in point of
fact, I was still too stupid to be anything at all, and hung for, perhaps, a
quarter of an hour in that extraordinary manner, without making the slightest
farther exertion whatsoever, and in a singularly tranquil state of idiotic
enjoyment. But this feeling did not fail to die rapidly away, and thereunto
succeeded horror, and dismay, and a chilling sense of utter helplessness and
ruin. In fact, the blood so long accumulating in the vessels of my head and
throat, and which had hitherto buoyed up my spirits with madness and
delirium, had now begun to retire within their proper channels, and the
distinctness which was thus added to my perception of the danger, merely
served to deprive me of the self-possession and courage to encounter it. But
this weakness was, luckily for me, of no very long duration. In good time
came to my rescue the spirit of despair, and, with frantic cries and struggles, I
jerked my way bodily upwards, till at length, clutching with a vise-like grip
the long-desired rim, I writhed my person over it, and fell headlong and
shuddering within the car.

"It was not until some time afterward that I recovered myself sufficiently to
attend to the ordinary cares of the balloon. I then, however, examined it with
attention, and found it, to my great relief, uninjured. My implements were all
safe, and, fortunately, I had lost neither ballast nor provisions. Indeed, I had
so well secured them in their places, that such an accident was entirely out of
the question. Looking at my watch, I found it six o'clock. I was still rapidly
ascending, and my barometer gave a present altitude of three and three-
quarter miles. Immediately beneath me in the ocean, lay a small black object,
slightly oblong in shape, seemingly about the size, and in every way bearing
a great resemblance to one of those childish toys called a domino. Bringing
my telescope to bear upon it, I plainly discerned it to be a British ninety four-
gun ship, close-hauled, and pitching heavily in the sea with her head to the
W.S.W. Besides this ship, I saw nothing but the ocean and the sky, and the
sun, which had long arisen.

"It is now high time that I should explain to your Excellencies the object of
my perilous voyage. Your Excellencies will bear in mind that distressed
circumstances in Rotterdam had at length driven me to the resolution of
committing suicide. It was not, however, that to life itself I had any, positive
disgust, but that I was harassed beyond endurance by the adventitious
miseries attending my situation. In this state of mind, wishing to live, yet
wearied with life, the treatise at the stall of the bookseller opened a resource
to my imagination. I then finally made up my mind. I determined to depart,
yet live -- to leave the world, yet continue to exist -- in short, to drop
enigmas, I resolved, let what would ensue, to force a passage, if I could, to
the moon. Now, lest I should be supposed more of a madman than I actually
am, I will detail, as well as I am able, the considerations which led me to
believe that an achievement of this nature, although without doubt difficult,
and incontestably full of danger, was not absolutely, to a bold spirit, beyond
the confines of the possible.

"The moon's actual distance from the earth was the first thing to be attended
to. Now, the mean or average interval between the centres of the two planets
is 59.9643 of the earth's equatorial radii, or only about 237,000 miles. I say
the mean or average interval. But it must be borne in mind that the form of
the moon's orbit being an ellipse of eccentricity amounting to no less than
0.05484 of the major semi-axis of the ellipse itself, and the earth's centre
being situated in its focus, if I could, in any manner, contrive to meet the
moon, as it were, in its perigee, the above mentioned distance would be
materially diminished. But, to say nothing at present of this possibility, it was
very certain that, at all events, from the 237,000 miles I would have to deduct
the radius of the earth, say 4,000, and the radius of the moon, say 1080, in all
5,080, leaving an actual interval to be traversed, under average
circumstances, of 231,920 miles. Now this, I reflected, was no very
extraordinary distance. Travelling on land has been repeatedly accomplished
at the rate of thirty miles per hour, and indeed a much greater speed may be
anticipated. But even at this velocity, it would take me no more than 322 days
to reach the surface of the moon. There were, however, many particulars
inducing me to believe that my average rate of travelling might possibly very
much exceed that of thirty miles per hour, and, as these considerations did not
fail to make a deep impression upon my mind, I will mention them more fully
hereafter.

"The next point to be regarded was a matter of far greaterimportance. From

indications afforded by the barometer, we find that, in ascensions from the
surface of the earth we have, at the height of 1,000 feet, left below us about
one-thirtieth of the entire mass of atmospheric air, that at 10,600 we have
ascended through nearly one-third; and that at 18,000, which is not far from
the elevation of Cotopaxi, we have surmounted one-half the material, or, at
all events, one-half the ponderable, body of air incumbent upon our globe. It
is also calculated that at an altitude not exceeding the hundredth part of the
earth's diameter -- that is, not exceeding eighty miles -- the rarefaction would
be so excessive that animal life could in no manner be sustained, and,
moreover, that the most delicate means we possess of ascertaining the
presence of the atmosphere would be inadequate to assure us of its existence.
But I did not fail to perceive that these latter calculations are founded
altogether on our experimental knowledge of the properties of air, and the
mechanical laws regulating its dilation and compression, in what may be
called, comparatively speaking, the immediate vicinity of the earth itself; and,
at the same time, it is taken for granted that animal life is and must be
essentially incapable of modification at any given unattainable distance from
the surface. Now, all such reasoning and from such data must, of course, be
simply analogical. The greatest height ever reached by man was that of
25,000 feet, attained in the aeronautic expedition of Messieurs Gay-Lussac
and Biot. This is a moderate altitude, even when compared with the eighty
miles in question; and I could not help thinking that the subject admitted
room for doubt and great latitude for speculation.

"But, in point of fact, an ascension being made to any given altitude, the
ponderable quantity of air surmounted in any farther ascension is by no
means in proportion to the additional height ascended (as may be plainly seen
from what has been stated before), but in a ratio constantly decreasing. It is
therefore evident that, ascend as high as we may, we cannot, literally
speaking, arrive at a limit beyond which no atmosphere is to be found. It
must exist, I argued; although it may exist in a state of infinite rarefaction.

"On the other hand, I was aware that arguments have not been wanting to
prove the existence of a real and definite limit to theatmosphere, beyond
which there is absolutely no air whatsoever. But a circumstance which has
been left out of view by those who contend for such a limit seemed to me,
although no positive refutation of their creed, still a point worthy very serious
investigation. On comparing the intervals between the successive arrivals of
Encke's comet at its perihelion, after giving credit, in the most exact manner,
for all the disturbances due to the attractions of the planets, it appears that the
periods are gradually diminishing; that is to say, the major axis of the comet's
ellipse is growing shorter, in a slow but perfectly regular decrease. Now, this
is precisely what ought to be the case, if we suppose a resistance experienced
from the comet from an extremely rare ethereal medium pervading the
regions of its orbit. For it is evident that such a medium must, in retarding the
comet's velocity, increase its centripetal, by weakening its centrifugal force.
In other words, the sun's attraction would be constantly attaining greater
power, and the comet would be drawn nearer at every revolution. Indeed,
there is no other way of accounting for the variation in question. But again.
The real diameter of the same comet's nebulosity is observed to contract
rapidly as it approaches the sun, and dilate with equal rapidity in its departure
towards its aphelion. Was I not justifiable in supposing with M. Valz, that this
apparent condensation of volume has its origin in the compression of the
same ethereal medium I have spoken of before, and which is only denser in
proportion to its solar vicinity? The lenticular-shaped phenomenon, also
called the zodiacal light, was a matter worthy of attention. This radiance, so
apparent in the tropics, and which cannot be mistaken for any meteoric lustre,
extends from the horizon obliquely upward, and follows generally the
direction of the sun's equator. It appeared to me evidently in the nature of a
rare atmosphere extending from the sun outward, beyond the orbit of Venus
at least, and I believed indefinitely farther.{*2} Indeed, this medium I could
not suppose confined to the path of the comet's ellipse, or to the immediate
neighborhood of the sun. It was easy, on the contrary, to imagine it pervading
the entire regions of our planetary system, condensed into what we call
atmosphere at the planets themselves, and perhaps at some of them modified
by considerations, so to speak, purely geological.

Having adopted this view of the subject, I had little further hesitation.
Granting that on my passage I should meet with atmosphere essentially the
same as at the surface of the earth, I conceived that, by means of the very
ingenious apparatus of M. Grimm, I should readily be enabled to condense it
in sufficient quantity for the purposes of respiration. This would remove the
chief obstacle in a journey to the moon. I had indeed spent some money and
great labor in adapting the apparatus to the object intended, and confidently
looked forward to its successful application, if I could manage to complete
the voyage within any reasonable period. This brings me back to the rate at
which it might be possible to travel.

"It is true that balloons, in the first stage of their ascensions from the earth,
are known to rise with a velocity comparatively moderate. Now, the power of
elevation lies altogether in the superior lightness of the gas in the balloon
compared with the atmospheric air; and, at first sight, it does not appear
probable that, as the balloon acquires altitude, and consequently arrives
successively in atmospheric strata of densities rapidly diminishing -- I say, it
does not appear at all reasonable that, in this its progress upwards, the
original velocity should be accelerated. On the other hand, I was not aware
that, in any recorded ascension, a diminution was apparent in the absolute
rate of ascent; although such should have been the case, if on account of
nothing else, on account of the escape of gas through balloons ill-constructed,
and varnished with no better material than the ordinary varnish. It seemed,
therefore, that the effect of such escape was only sufficient to counterbalance
the effect of some accelerating power. I now considered that, provided in my
passage I found the medium I had imagined, and provided that it should
prove to be actually and essentially what we denominate atmospheric air, it
could make comparatively little difference at what extreme state of
rarefaction I should discover it -- that is to say, in regard to my power of
ascending -- for the gas in the balloon would not only be itself subject to
rarefaction partially similar (in proportion to the occurrence of which, I could
suffer an escape of so much as would be requisite to prevent explosion), but,
being what it was, would, at all events, continue specifically lighter than any
compound whatever of mere nitrogen and oxygen. In the meantime, the force
of gravitation would be constantly diminishing, in proportion to the squares
of the distances, and thus, with a velocityprodigiously accelerating, I should
at length arrive in those distant regions where the force of the earth's
attraction would be superseded by that of the moon. In accordance with these
ideas, I did not think it worth while to encumber myself with more provisions
than would be sufficient for a period of forty days.
"There was still, however, another difficulty, which occasioned me some little
disquietude. It has been observed, that, in balloon ascensions to any
considerable height, besides the pain attending respiration, great uneasiness is
experienced about the head and body, often accompanied with bleeding at the
nose, and other symptoms of an alarming kind, and growing more and more
inconvenient in proportion to the altitude attained.{*3} This was a reflection
of a nature somewhat startling. Was it not probable that these symptoms
would increase indefinitely, or at least until terminated by death itself? I
finally thought not. Their origin was to be looked for in the progressive
removal of the customary atmospheric pressure upon the surface of the body,
and consequent distention of the superficial blood-vessels -- not in any
positive disorganization of the animal system, as in the case of difficulty in
breathing, where the atmospheric density is chemically insufficient for the
due renovation of blood in a ventricle of the heart. Unless for default of this
renovation, I could see no reason, therefore, why life could not be sustained
even in a vacuum; for the expansion and compression of chest, commonly
called breathing, is action purely muscular, and the cause, not the effect, of
respiration. In a word, I conceived that, as the body should become
habituated to the want of atmospheric pressure, the sensations of pain would
gradually diminish -- and to endure them while they continued, I relied with
confidence upon the iron hardihood of my constitution.

"Thus, may it please your Excellencies, I have detailed some, though by no

means all, the considerations which led me to form the project of a lunar
voyage. I shall now proceed to lay before you the result of an attempt so
apparently audacious in conception, and, at all events, so utterly unparalleled
in the annals of mankind.

"Having attained the altitude before mentioned, that is to say three miles and
three-quarters, I threw out from the car a quantity of feathers, and found that I
still ascended with sufficient rapidity; there was, therefore, no necessity for
discharging any ballast. I was glad of this, for I wished to retain with me as
much weight as I could carry, for reasons which will be explained in the
sequel. I as yet suffered no bodily inconvenience, breathing with great
freedom, and feeling no pain whatever in the head. The cat was lying very
demurely upon my coat, which I had taken off, and eyeing the pigeons with
an air of nonchalance. These latter being tied by the leg, to prevent their
escape, were busily employed in picking up some grains of rice scattered for
them in the bottom of the car.

"At twenty minutes past six o'clock, the barometer showed an elevation of
26,400 feet, or five miles to a fraction. The prospect seemed unbounded.
Indeed, it is very easily calculated by means of spherical geometry, what a
great extent of the earth's area I beheld. The convex surface of any segment
of a sphere is, to the entire surface of the sphere itself, as the versed sine of
the segment to the diameter of the sphere. Now, in my case, the versed sine --
that is to say, the thickness of the segment beneath me -- was about equal to
my elevation, or the elevation of the point of sight above the surface. "As five
miles, then, to eight thousand," would express the proportion of the earth's
area seen by me. In other words, I beheld as much as a sixteen-hundredth part
of the whole surface of the globe. The sea appeared unruffled as a mirror,
although, by means of the spy-glass, I could perceive it to be in a state of
violent agitation. The ship was no longer visible, having drifted away,
apparently to the eastward. I now began to experience, at intervals, severe
pain in the head, especially about the ears -- still, however, breathing with
tolerable freedom. The cat and pigeons seemed to suffer no inconvenience
whatsoever.

"At twenty minutes before seven, the balloon entered a long series of dense
cloud, which put me to great trouble, by damaging my condensing apparatus
and wetting me to the skin. This was, to be sure, a singular recontre, for I had
not believed it possible that a cloud of this nature could be sustained at so
great an elevation. I thought it best, however, to throw out two five-pound
pieces of ballast, reserving still a weight of one hundred and sixty-five
pounds. Upon so doing, I soon rose above the difficulty, and perceived
immediately, that I had obtained a great increase in my rate of ascent. In a
few seconds after my leaving the cloud, a flash of vivid lightning shot from
one end of it to the other, and caused it to kindle up, throughout its vast
extent, like a mass of ignited and glowing charcoal. This, it must be
remembered, was in the broad light of day. No fancy may picture the
sublimity which might have been exhibited by a similar phenomenon taking
place amid the darkness of the night. Hell itself might have been found a
fitting image. Even as it was, my hair stood on end, while I gazed afar down
within the yawning abysses, letting imagination descend, as it were, and stalk
about in the strange vaulted halls, and ruddy gulfs, and red ghastly chasms of
the hideous and unfathomable fire. I had indeed made a narrow escape. Had
the balloon remained a very short while longer within the cloud -- that is to
say -- had not the inconvenience of getting wet, determined me to discharge
the ballast, inevitable ruin would have been the consequence. Such perils,
although little considered, are perhaps the greatest which must be
encountered in balloons. I had by this time, however, attained too great an
elevation to be any longer uneasy on this head.

"I was now rising rapidly, and by seven o'clock the barometer indicated an
altitude of no less than nine miles and a half. I began to find great difficulty
in drawing my breath. My head, too, was excessively painful; and, having felt
for some time a moisture about my cheeks, I at length discovered it to be
blood, which was oozing quite fast from the drums of my ears. My eyes, also,
gave me great uneasiness. Upon passing the hand over them they seemed to
have protruded from their sockets in no inconsiderable degree; and all objects
in the car, and even the balloon itself, appeared distorted to my vision. These
symptoms were more than I had expected, and occasioned me some alarm. At
this juncture, very imprudently, and without consideration, I threw out from
the car three five-pound pieces of ballast. The accelerated rate of ascent thus
obtained, carried me too rapidly, and without sufficient gradation, into a
highly rarefied stratum of the atmosphere, and the result had nearly proved
fatal to my expedition and to myself. I was suddenly seized with a spasm
which lasted for more than five minutes, and even when this, in a measure,
ceased, I could catch my breath only at long intervals, and in a gasping
manner -- bleeding all the while copiously at the nose and ears, and even
slightly at the eyes. The pigeons appeared distressed in the extreme, and
struggled to escape; while the cat mewed piteously, and, with her tongue
hanging out of her mouth, staggered to and fro in the car as if under the
influence of poison. I now too late discovered the great rashness of which I
had been guilty in discharging the ballast, and my agitation was excessive. I
anticipated nothing less than death, and death in a few minutes. The physical
suffering I underwent contributed also to render me nearly incapable of
making any exertion for thepreservation of my life. I had, indeed, little power
of reflection left, and the violence of the pain in my head seemed to be
greatly on the increase. Thus I found that my senses would shortly give way
altogether, and I had already clutched one of the valve ropes with the view of
attempting a descent, when the recollection of the trick I had played the three
creditors, and the possible consequences to myself, should I return, operated
to deter me for the moment. I lay down in the bottom of the car, and
endeavored to collect my faculties. In this I so far succeeded as to determine
upon the experiment of losing blood. Having no lancet, however, I was
constrained to perform the operation in the best manner I was able, and
finally succeeded in opening a vein in my right arm, with the blade of my
penknife. The blood had hardly commenced flowing when I experienced a
sensible relief, and by the time I had lost about half a moderate basin full,
most of the worst symptoms had abandoned me entirely. I nevertheless did
not think it expedient to attempt getting on my feet immediately; but, having
tied up my arm as well as I could, I lay still for about a quarter of an hour. At
the end of this time I arose, and found myself freer from absolute pain of any
kind than I had been during the last hour and a quarter of my ascension. The
difficulty of breathing, however, was diminished in a very slight degree, and I
found that it would soon be positively necessary to make use of my
condenser. In the meantime, looking toward the cat, who was again snugly
stowed away upon my coat, I discovered to my infinite surprise, that she had
taken theopportunity of my indisposition to bring into light a litter of three
little kittens. This was an addition to the number of passengers on my part
altogether unexpected; but I was pleased at the occurrence. It would afford
me a chance of bringing to a kind of test the truth of a surmise, which, more
than anything else, had influenced me in attempting this ascension. I had
imagined that the habitual endurance of the atmospheric pressure at the
surface of the earth was the cause, or nearly so, of the pain attending animal
existence at a distance above the surface. Should the kittens be found to
suffer uneasiness in an equal degree with their mother, I must consider my
theory in fault, but a failure to do so I should look upon as a strong
confirmation of my idea.

"By eight o'clock I had actually attained an elevation of seventeen miles

above the surface of the earth. Thus it seemed to me evident that my rate of
ascent was not only on the increase, but that the progression would have been
apparent in a slight degree even had I not discharged the ballast which I did.
The pains in my head and ears returned, at intervals, with violence, and I still
continued to bleed occasionally at the nose; but, upon the whole, I suffered
much less than might have been expected. I breathed, however, at every
moment, with more and more difficulty, and each inhalation was attended
with a troublesome spasmodic action of the chest. I now unpacked the
condensing apparatus, and got it ready for immediate use.

"The view of the earth, at this period of my ascension, was beautiful indeed.
To the westward, the northward, and the southward, as far as I could see, lay
a boundless sheet of apparently unruffled ocean, which every moment gained
a deeper and a deeper tint of blue and began already to assume a slight
appearance of convexity. At a vast distance to the eastward, although
perfectly discernible, extended the islands of Great Britain, the entire Atlantic
coasts of France and Spain, with a small portion of the northern part of the
continent of Africa. Of individual edifices not a trace could be discovered,
and the proudest cities of mankind had utterly faded away from the face of
the earth. From the rock of Gibraltar, now dwindled into a dim speck, the
dark Mediterranean sea, dotted with shining islands as the heaven is dotted
with stars, spread itself out to the eastward as far as my vision extended, until
its entire mass of waters seemed at length to tumble headlong over the abyss
of the horizon, and I found myself listening on tiptoe for the echoes of the
mighty cataract. Overhead, the sky was of a jetty black, and the stars were
brilliantly visible.

"The pigeons about this time seeming to undergo much suffering, I

determined upon giving them their liberty. I first untied one of them, a
beautiful gray-mottled pigeon, and placed him upon the rim of the wicker-
work. He appeared extremely uneasy, looking anxiously around him,
fluttering his wings, and making a loud cooing noise, but could not be
persuaded to trust himself from off the car. I took him up at last, and threw
him to about half a dozen yards from the balloon. He made, however, no
attempt to descend as I had expected, but struggled with great vehemence to
get back, uttering at the same time very shrill and piercing cries. He at length
succeeded in regaining his former station on the rim, but had hardly done so
when his head dropped upon his breast, and be fell dead within the car. The
other one did not prove so unfortunate. To prevent his following the example
of his companion, and accomplishing a return, I threw him downward with
all my force, and was pleased to find him continue his descent, with great
velocity, making use of his wings with ease, and in a perfectly natural
manner. In a very short time he was out of sight, and I have no doubt he
reached home in safety. Puss, who seemed in a great measure recovered from
her illness, now made a hearty meal of the dead bird and then went to sleep
with much apparent satisfaction. Her kittens were quite lively, and so far
evinced not the slightest sign of any uneasiness whatever.

"At a quarter-past eight, being no longer able to draw breath without the most
intolerable pain, I proceeded forthwith to adjust around the car the apparatus
belonging to the condenser. This apparatus will require some little
explanation, and your Excellencies will please to bear in mind that my object,
in the first place, was to surround myself and cat entirely with a barricade
against the highly rarefied atmosphere in which I was existing, with the
intention of introducing within this barricade, by means of my condenser, a
quantity of this same atmosphere sufficiently condensed for the purposes of
respiration. With this object in view I had prepared a very strong perfectly
air-tight, but flexible gum-elastic bag. In this bag, which was of sufficient
dimensions, the entire car was in a manner placed. That is to say, it (the bag)
was drawn over the whole bottom of the car, up its sides, and so on, along the
outside of the ropes, to the upper rim or hoop where the net-work is attached.
Having pulled the bag up in this way, and formed a complete enclosure on all
sides, and at botttom, it was now necessary to fasten up its top or mouth, by
passing its material over the hoop of the net-work -- in other words, between
the net-work and the hoop. But if the net-work were separated from the hoop
to admit this passage, what was to sustain the car in the meantime? Now the
net-work was not permanently fastened to the hoop, but attached by a series
of running loops or nooses. I therefore undid only a few of these loops at one
time, leaving the car suspended by the remainder. Having thus inserted a
portion of the cloth forming the upper part of the bag, I refastened the loops
-- not to the hoop, for that would have been impossible, since the cloth now
intervened -- but to a series of large buttons, affixed to the cloth itself, about
three feet below the mouth of the bag, the intervals between the buttons
having been made to correspond to the intervals between the loops. This
done, a few more of the loops were unfastened from the rim, a farther portion
of the cloth introduced, and the disengaged loops then connected with their
proper buttons. In this way it was possible to insert the whole upper part of
the bag between the net-work and the hoop. It is evident that the hoop would
now drop down within the car, while the whole weight of the car itself, with
all its contents, would be held up merely by the strength of the buttons. This,
at first sight, would seem an inadequate dependence; but it was by no means
so, for the buttons were not only very strong in themselves, but so close
together that a very slight portion of the whole weight was supported by any
one of them. Indeed, had the car and contents been three times heavier than
they were, I should not have been at all uneasy. I now raised up the hoop
again within the covering of gum-elastic, and propped it at nearly its former
height by means of three light poles prepared for the occasion. This was
done, of course, to keep the bag distended at the top, and to preserve the
lower part of the net-work in its proper situation. All that now remained was
to fasten up the mouth of the enclosure; and this was readily accomplished by
gathering the folds of the material together, and twisting them up very tightly
on the inside by means of a kind of stationary tourniquet.

"In the sides of the covering thus adjusted round the car, had been inserted
three circular panes of thick but clear glass, through which I could see
without difficulty around me in every horizontal direction. In that portion of
the cloth forming the bottom, was likewise, a fourth window, of the same
kind, and corresponding with a small aperture in the floor of the car itself.
This enabled me to see perpendicularly down, but having found it impossible
to place any similar contrivance overhead, on account of the peculiar manner
of closing up the opening there, and the consequent wrinkles in the cloth, I
could expect to see no objects situated directly in my zenith. This, of course,
was a matter of little consequence; for had I even been able to place a
window at top, the balloon itself would have prevented my making any use of
it.

"About a foot below one of the side windows was a circular opening, eight
inches in diameter, and fitted with a brass rim adapted in its inner edge to the
windings of a screw. In this rim was screwed the large tube of the condenser,
the body of the machine being, of course, within the chamber of gum-elastic.
Through this tube a quantity of the rare atmosphere circumjacent being drawn
by means of a vacuum created in the body of the machine, was thence
discharged, in a state of condensation, to mingle with the thin air already in
the chamber. This operation being repeated several times, at length filled the
chamber with atmosphere proper for all the purposes of respiration. But in so
confined a space it would, in a short time, necessarily become foul, and unfit
for use from frequent contact with the lungs. It was then ejected by a small
valve at the bottom of the car -- the dense air readily sinking into the thinner
atmosphere below. To avoid the inconvenience of making a total vacuum at
any moment within the chamber, this purification was never accomplished all
at once, but in a gradual manner -- the valve being opened only for a few
seconds, then closed again, until one or two strokes from the pump of the
condenser had supplied the place of the atmosphere ejected. For the sake of
experiment I had put the cat and kittens in a small basket, and suspended it
outside the car to a button at the bottom, close by the valve, through which I
could feed them at any moment when necessary. I did this at some little risk,
and before closing the mouth of the chamber, by reaching under the car with
one of the poles before mentioned to which a hook had been attached.

"By the time I had fully completed these arrangements and filled the chamber
as explained, it wanted only ten minutes of nine o'clock. During the whole
period of my being thus employed, I endured the most terrible distress from
difficulty of respiration, and bitterly did I repent the negligence or rather fool-
hardiness, of which I had been guilty, of putting off to the last moment a
matter of so much importance. But having at length accomplished it, I soon
began to reap the benefit of my invention. Once again I breathed with perfect
freedom and ease -- and indeed why should I not? I was also agreeably
surprised to find myself, in a great measure, relieved from the violent pains
which had hitherto tormented me. A slight headache, accompanied with a
sensation of fulness or distention about the wrists, the ankles, and the throat,
was nearly all of which I had now to complain. Thus it seemed evident that a
greater part of the uneasiness attending the removal of atmospheric pressure
had actually worn off, as I had expected, and that much of the pain endured
for the last two hours should have been attributed altogether to the effects of a
deficient respiration.

"At twenty minutes before nine o'clock -- that is to say, a short time prior to
my closing up the mouth of the chamber, the mercury attained its limit, or ran
down, in the barometer, which, as I mentioned before, was one of an
extended construction. It then indicated an altitude on my part of 132,000
feet, or five-and-twenty miles, and I consequently surveyed at that time an
extent of the earth's area amounting to no less than the threehundred-and-
twentieth part of its entire superficies. At nine o'clock I had again lost sight of
land to the eastward, but not before I became aware that the balloon was
drifting rapidly to the N. N. W. The convexity of the ocean beneath me was
very evident indeed, although my view was often interrupted by the masses
of cloud which floated to and fro. I observed now that even the lightest
vapors never rose to more than ten miles above the level of the sea.

"At half past nine I tried the experiment of throwing out a handful of feathers
through the valve. They did not float as I had expected; but dropped down
perpendicularly, like a bullet, en masse, and with the greatest velocity --
being out of sight in a very few seconds. I did not at first know what to make
of this extraordinary phenomenon; not being able to believe that my rate of
ascent had, of a sudden, met with so prodigious an acceleration. But it soon
occurred to me that the atmosphere was now far too rare to sustain even the
feathers; that they actually fell, as they appeared to do, with great rapidity;
and that I had been surprised by the united velocities of their descent and my
own elevation.

"By ten o'clock I found that I had very little to occupy my immediate
attention. Affairs went swimmingly, and I believed the balloon to be going
upward witb a speed increasing momently although I had no longer any
means of ascertaining the progression of the increase. I suffered no pain or
uneasiness of any kind, and enjoyed better spirits than I had at any period
since my departure from Rotterdam, busying myself now in examining the
state of my various apparatus, and now in regenerating the atmosphere within
the chamber. This latter point I determined to attend to at regular intervals of
forty minutes, more on account of the preservation of my health, than from so
frequent a renovation being absolutely necessary. In the meanwhile I could
not help making anticipations. Fancy revelled in the wild and dreamy regions
of the moon. Imagination, feeling herself for once unshackled, roamed at will
among the ever-changing wonders of a shadowy and unstable land. Now
there were boary and time-honored forests, and craggy precipices, and
waterfalls tumbling with a loud noise into abysses without a bottom. Then I
came suddenly into still noonday solitudes, where no wind of heaven ever
intruded, and where vast meadows of poppies, and slender, lily-looking
flowers spread themselves out a weary distance, all silent and motionless
forever. Then again I journeyed far down away into another country where it
was all one dim and vague lake, with a boundary line of clouds. And out of
this melancholy water arose a forest of tall eastern trees, like a wilderness of
dreams. And I have in mind that the shadows of the trees which fell upon the
lake remained not on the surface where they fell, but sunk slowly and steadily
down, and commingled with the waves, while from the trunks of the trees
other shadows were continually coming out, and taking the place of their
brothers thus entombed. "This then," I said thoughtfully, "is the very reason
why the waters of this lake grow blacker with age, and more melancholy as
the hours run on." But fancies such as these were not the sole possessors of
my brain. Horrors of a nature most stern and most appalling would too
frequently obtrude themselves upon my mind, and shake the innermost
depths of my soul with the bare supposition of their possibility. Yet I would
not suffer my thoughts for any length of time to dwell upon these latter
speculations, rightly judging the real and palpable dangers of the voyage
sufficient for my undivided attention.

"At five o'clock, p.m., being engaged in regenerating the atmosphere within
the chamber, I took that opportunity of observing the cat and kittens through
the valve. The cat herself appeared to suffer again very much, and I had no
hesitation in attributing her uneasiness chiefly to a difficulty in breathing; but
my experiment with the kittens had resulted very strangely. I had expected, of
course, to see them betray a sense of pain, although in a less degree than their
mother, and this would have been sufficient to confirm my opinion
concerning the habitual endurance of atmospheric pressure. But I was not
prepared to find them, upon close examination, evidently enjoying a high
degree of health, breathing with the greatest ease and perfect regularity, and
evincing not the slightest sign of any uneasiness whatever. I could only
account for all this by extending my theory, and supposing that the highly
rarefied atmosphere around might perhaps not be, as I had taken for granted,
chemically insufficient for the purposes of life, and that a person born in such
a medium might, possibly, be unaware of any inconvenience attending its
inhalation, while, upon removal to the denser strata near the earth, he might
endure tortures of a similar nature to those I had so lately experienced. It has
since been to me a matter of deep regret that an awkward accident, at this
time, occasioned me the loss of my little family of cats, and deprived me of
the insight into this matter which a continued experiment might have
afforded. In passing my hand through the valve, with a cup of water for the
old puss, the sleeves of my shirt became entangled in the loop which
sustained the basket, and thus, in a moment, loosened it from the bottom. Had
the whole actually vanished into air, it could not have shot from my sight in a
more abrupt and instantaneous manner. Positively, there could not have
intervened the tenth part of a second between the disengagement of the
basket and its absolute and total disappearance with all that it contained. My
good wishes followed it to the earth, but of course, I had no hope that either
cat or kittens would ever live to tell the tale of their misfortune.

"At six o'clock, I perceived a great portion of the earth's visible area to the
eastward involved in thick shadow, which continued to advance with great
rapidity, until, at five minutes before seven, the whole surface in view was
enveloped in the darkness of night. It was not, however, until long after this
time that the rays of the setting sun ceased to illumine the balloon; and this
circumstance, although of course fully anticipated, did not fail to give me an
infinite deal of pleasure. It was evident that, in the morning, I should behold
the rising luminary many hours at least before the citizens of Rotterdam, in
spite of their situation so much farther to the eastward, and thus, day after
day, in proportion to the height ascended, would I enjoy the light of the sun
for a longer and a longer period. I now determined to keep a journal of my
passage, reckoning the days from one to twenty-four hours continuously,
without taking intoconsideration the intervals of darkness.

"At ten o'clock, feeling sleepy, I determined to lie down for the rest of the
night; but here a difficulty presented itself, which, obvious as it may appear,
had escaped my attention up to the very moment of which I am now
speaking. If I went to sleep as I proposed, how could the atmosphere in the
chamber be regenerated in the interim? To breathe it for more than an hour, at
the farthest, would be a matter of impossibility, or, if even this term could be
extended to an hour and a quarter, the most ruinous consequences might
ensue. The consideration of this dilemma gave me no little disquietude; and it
will hardly be believed, that, after the dangers I had undergone, I should look
upon this business in so serious a light, as to give up all hope of
accomplishing my ultimate design, and finally make up my mind to the
necessity of a descent. But this hesitation was only momentary. I reflected
that man is the veriest slave of custom, and that many points in the routine of
his existence are deemed essentially important, which are only so at all by his
having rendered them habitual. It was very certain that I could not do without
sleep; but I might easily bring myself to feel noinconvenience from being
awakened at intervals of an hour during the whole period of my repose. It
would require but five minutes at most to regenerate the atmosphere in the
fullest manner, and the only real difficulty was to contrive a method of
arousing myself at the proper moment for so doing. But this was a question
which, I am willing to confess, occasioned me no little trouble in its solution.
To be sure, I had heard of the student who, to prevent his falling asleep over
his books, held in one hand a ball of copper, the din of whose descent into a
basin of the same metal on the floor beside his chair, served effectually to
startle him up, if, at any moment, he should be overcome with drowsiness.
My own case, however, was very different indeed, and left me no room for
any similar idea; for I did not wish to keep awake, but to be aroused from
slumber at regular intervals of time. I at length hit upon the following
expedient, which, simple as it may seem, was hailed by me, at the moment of
discovery, as an invention fully equal to that of the telescope, the steam-
engine, or the art of printing itself.

"It is necessary to premise, that the balloon, at the elevation now attained,
continued its course upward with an even and undeviating ascent, and the car
consequently followed with a steadiness so perfect that it would have been
impossible to detect in it the slightest vacillation whatever. This circumstance
favored me greatly in the project I now determined to adopt. My supply of
water had been put on board in kegs containing five gallons each, and ranged
very securely around the interior of the car. I unfastened one of these, and
taking two ropes tied them tightly across the rim of the wicker-work from one
side to the other; placing them about a foot apart and parallel so as to form a
kind of shelf, upon which I placed the keg, and steadied it in a horizontal
position. About eight inches immediately below these ropes, and four feet
from the bottom of the car I fastened another shelf -- but made of thin plank,
being the only similar piece of wood I had. Upon this latter shelf, and exactly
beneath one of the rims of the keg, a small earthern pitcher was deposited. I
now bored a hole in the end of the keg over the pitcher, and fitted in a plug of
soft wood, cut in a tapering or conical shape. This plug I pushed in or pulled
out, as might happen, until, after a few experiments, it arrived at that exact
degree of tightness, at which the water, oozing from the hole, and falling into
the pitcher below, would fill the latter to the brim in the period of sixty
minutes. This, of course, was a matter briefly and easily ascertained, by
noticing the proportion of the pitcher filled in any given time. Having
arranged all this, the rest of the plan is obvious. My bed was so contrived
upon the floor of the car, as to bring my head, in lying down, immediately
below the mouth of the pitcher. It was evident, that, at the expiration of an
hour, the pitcher, getting full, would be forced to run over, and to run over at
the mouth, which was somewhat lower than the rim. It was also evident, that
the water thus falling from a height of more than four feet, could not do
otherwise than fall upon my face, and that the sure consequences would be, to
waken me up instantaneously, even from the soundest slumber in the world.

"It was fully eleven by the time I had completed these arrangements, and I
immediately betook myself to bed, with full confidence in the efficiency of
my invention. Nor in this matter was I disappointed. Punctually every sixty
minutes was I aroused by my trustychronometer, when, having emptied the
pitcher into the bung-hole of the keg, and performed the duties of the
condenser, I retired again to bed. These regular interruptions to my slumber
caused me even less discomfort than I had anticipated; and when I finally
arose for the day, it was seven o'clock, and the sun had attained many degrees
above the line of my horizon.

"April 3d. I found the balloon at an immense height indeed, and the earth's
apparent convexity increased in a material degree. Below me in the ocean lay
a cluster of black specks, which undoubtedly were islands. Far away to the
northward I perceived a thin, white, and exceedingly brilliant line, or streak,
on the edge of the horizon, and I had no hesitation in supposing it to be the
southern disk of the ices of the Polar Sea. My curiosity was greatly excited,
for I had hopes of passing on much farther to the north, and might possibly, at
some period, find myself placed directly above the Pole itself. I now
lamented that my great elevation would, in this case, prevent my taking as
accurate a survey as I could wish. Much, however, might be ascertained.
Nothing else of an extraordinary nature occurred during the day. My
apparatus all continued in good order, and the balloon still ascended without
any perceptible vacillation. The cold was intense, and obliged me to wrap up
closely in an overcoat. When darkness came over the earth, I betook myself
to bed, although it was for many hours afterward broad daylight all around
my immediate situation. The water-clock was punctual in its duty, and I slept
until next morning soundly, with the exception of the periodical interruption.
"April 4th. Arose in good health and spirits, and was astonished at the
singular change which had taken place in the appearance of the sea. It had
lost, in a great measure, the deep tint of blue it had hitherto worn, being now
of a grayish-white, and of a lustre dazzling to the eye. The islands were no
longer visible; whether they had passed down the horizon to the southeast, or
whether my increasing elevation had left them out of sight, it is impossible to
say. I was inclined, however, to the latter opinion. The rim of ice to the
northward was growing more and more apparent. Cold by no means so
intense. Nothing of importance occurred, and I passed the day in reading,
having taken care to supply myself with books.

"April 5th. Beheld the singular phenomenon of the sun rising while nearly the
whole visible surface of the earth continued to be involved in darkness. In
time, however, the light spread itself over all, and I again saw the line of ice
to the northward. It was now very distinct, and appeared of a much darker
hue than the waters of the ocean. I was evidently approaching it, and with
great rapidity. Fancied I could again distinguish a strip of land to the
eastward, and one also to the westward, but could not be certain. Weather
moderate. Nothing of any consequence happened during the day. Went early
to bed.

"April 6th. Was surprised at finding the rim of ice at a very moderate
distance, and an immense field of the same material stretching away off to the
horizon in the north. It was evident that if the balloon held its present course,
it would soon arrive above the Frozen Ocean, and I had now little doubt of
ultimately seeing the Pole. During the whole of the day I continued to near
the ice. Toward night the limits of my horizon very suddenly and materially
increased, owing undoubtedly to the earth's form being that of an oblate
spheroid, and my arriving above the flattened regions in the vicinity of the
Arctic circle. When darkness at length overtook me, I went to bed in great
anxiety, fearing to pass over the object of so much curiosity when I should
have no opportunity of observing it.

"April 7th. Arose early, and, to my great joy, at length beheld what there
could be no hesitation in supposing the northern Pole itself. It was there,
beyond a doubt, and immediately beneath my feet; but, alas! I had now
ascended to so vast a distance, that nothing could with accuracy be discerned.
Indeed, to judge from the progression of the numbers indicating my various
altitudes, respectively, at different periods, between six A.M. on the second of
April, and twenty minutes before nine A.M. of the same day (at which time
the barometer ran down), it might be fairly inferred that the balloon had now,
at four o'clock in the morning of April the seventh, reached a height of not
less, certainly, than 7,254 miles above the surface of the sea. This elevation
may appear immense, but the estimate upon which it is calculated gave a
result in all probability far inferior to the truth. At all events I undoubtedly
beheld the whole of the earth's major diameter; the entire northern
hemisphere lay beneath me like a chart orthographically projected: and the
great circle of the equator itself formed the boundary line of my horizon.
Your Excellencies may, however, readily imagine that the confined regions
hitherto unexplored within the limits of the Arctic circle, although situated
directly beneath me, and therefore seen without any appearance of being
foreshortened, were still, in themselves, comparatively too diminutive, and at
too great a distance from the point of sight, to admit of any very accurate
examination.Nevertheless, what could be seen was of a nature singular and
exciting. Northwardly from that huge rim before mentioned, and which, with
slight qualification, may be called the limit of human discovery in these
regions, one unbroken, or nearly unbroken, sheet of ice continues to extend.
In the first few degrees of this its progress, its surface is very sensibly
flattened, farther on depressed into a plane, and finally, becoming not a little
concave, it terminates, at the Pole itself, in a circular centre, sharply defined,
wbose apparent diameter subtended at the balloon an angle of about sixty-
five seconds, and whose dusky hue, varying in intensity, was, at all times,
darker than any other spot upon the visible hemisphere, and occasionally
deepened into the most absolute and impenetrable blackness. Farther than
this, little could be ascertained. By twelve o'clock the circular centre had
materially decreased incircumference, and by seven P.M. I lost sight of it
entirely; the balloon passing over the western limb of the ice, and floating
away rapidly in the direction of the equator.

"April 8th. Found a sensible diminution in the earth's apparent diameter,

besides a material alteration in its general color and appearance. The whole
visible area partook in different degrees of a tint of pale yellow, and in some
portions had acquired a brilliancy even painful to the eye. My view
downward was also considerably impeded by the dense atmosphere in the
vicinity of the surface being loaded with clouds, between whose masses I
could only now and then obtain a glimpse of the earth itself. This difficulty of
direct vision had troubled me more or less for the last forty-eight hours; but
my present enormous elevation brought closer together, as it were, the
floating bodies of vapor, and the inconvenience became, of course, more and
more palpable in proportion to my ascent.Nevertheless, I could easily
perceive that the balloon now hovered above the range of great lakes in the
continent of North America, and was holding a course, due south, which
would bring me to the tropics. This circumstance did not fail to give me the
most heartful satisfaction, and I hailed it as a happy omen of ultimate success.
Indeed, the direction I had hitherto taken, had filled me with uneasiness; for it
was evident that, had I continued it much longer, there would have been no
possibility of my arriving at the moon at all, whose orbit is inclined to the
ecliptic at only the small angle of 5 degrees 8' 48".

"April 9th. To-day the earth's diameter was greatly diminished, and the color
of the surface assumed hourly a deeper tint of yellow. The balloon kept
steadily on her course to the southward, and arrived, at nine P.M., over the
northern edge of the Mexican Gulf.

"April 10th. I was suddenly aroused from slumber, about five o'clock this
morning, by a loud, crackling, and terrific sound, for which I could in no
manner account. It was of very brief duration, but, while it lasted resembled
nothing in the world of which I had any previous experience. It is needless to
say that I became excessively alarmed, having, in the first instance, attributed
the noise to the bursting of the balloon. I examined all my apparatus,
however, with great attention, and could discover nothing out of order. Spent
a great part of the day in meditating upon an occurrence so extraordinary, but
could find no means whatever of accounting for it. Went to bed dissatisfied,
and in a state of great anxiety and agitation.

"April 11th. Found a startling diminution in the apparent diameter of the

earth, and a considerable increase, now observable for the first time, in that of
the moon itself, which wanted only a few days of being full. It now required
long and excessive labor to condense within the chamber sufficient
atmospheric air for the sustenance of life.

"April 12th. A singular alteration took place in regard to the direction of the
balloon, and although fully anticipated, afforded me the most unequivocal
delight. Having reached, in its former course, about the twentieth parallel of
southern latitude, it turned off suddenly, at an acute angle, to the eastward,
and thus proceeded throughout the day, keeping nearly, if not altogether, in
the exact plane of the lunar elipse. What was worthy of remark, a very
perceptible vacillation in the car was a consequence of this change of route --
a vacillation which prevailed, in a more or less degree, for a period of many
hours.

"April 13th. Was again very much alarmed by a repetition of the loud,
crackling noise which terrified me on the tenth. Thought long upon the
subject, but was unable to form any satisfactory conclusion. Great decrease in
the earth's apparent diameter, which now subtended from the balloon an angle
of very little more than twenty-five degrees. The moon could not be seen at
all, being nearly in my zenith. I still continued in the plane of the elipse, but
made little progress to the eastward.

"April 14th. Extremely rapid decrease in the diameter of the earth. To-day I
became strongly impressed with the idea, that the balloon was now actually
running up the line of apsides to the point of perigee- in other words, holding
the direct course which would bring it immediately to the moon in that part of
its orbit the nearest to the earth. The moon iself was directly overhead, and
consequently hidden from my view. Great and long-continued labor
necessary for the condensation of the atmosphere.

"April 15th. Not even the outlines of continents and seas could now be traced
upon the earth with anything approaching distinctness. About twelve o'clock I
became aware, for the third time, of that appalling sound which had so
astonished me before. It now, however, continued for some moments, and
gathered intensity as it continued. At length, while, stupefied and terror-
stricken, I stood in expectation of I knew not what hideous destruction, the
car vibrated with excessive violence, and a gigantic and flaming mass of
some material which I could not distinguish, came with a voice of a thousand
thunders, roaring and booming by the balloon. When my fears and
astonishment had in some degree subsided, I had little difficulty in supposing
it to be some mighty volcanic fragment ejected from that world to which I
was so rapidly approaching, and, in all probability, one of that singular class
of substances occasionally picked up on the earth, and termed meteoric
stones for want of a betterappellation.

"April 16th. To-day, looking upward as well as I could, through each of the
side windows alternately, I beheld, to my great delight, a very small portion
of the moon's disk protruding, as it were, on all sides beyond the huge
circumference of the balloon. My agitation was extreme; for I had now little
doubt of soon reaching the end of my perilous voyage. Indeed, the labor now
required by the condenser had increased to a most oppressive degree, and
allowed me scarcely any respite from exertion. Sleep was a matter nearly out
of the question. I became quite ill, and my frame trembled with exhaustion. It
was impossible that human nature could endure this state of intense suffering
much longer. During the now brief interval of darkness a meteoric stone
again passed in my vicinity, and the frequency of these phenomena began to
occasion me much apprehension.

"April 17th. This morning proved an epoch in my voyage. It will be

remembered that, on the thirteenth, the earth subtended an angular breadth of
twenty-five degrees. On the fourteenth this had greatly diminished; on the
fifteenth a still more remarkable decrease was observable; and, on retiring on
the night of the sixteenth, I had noticed an angle of no more than about seven
degrees and fifteen minutes. What, therefore, must have been my amazement,
on awakening from a brief and disturbed slumber, on the morning of this day,
the seventeenth, at finding the surface beneath me so suddenly and
wonderfully augmented in volume, as to subtend no less than thirty-nine
degrees in apparent angular diameter! I wasthunderstruck! No words can give
any adequate idea of the extreme, the absolute horror and astonishment, with
which I was seized possessed, and altogether overwhelmed. My knees
tottered beneath me -- my teeth chattered -- my hair started up on end. "The
balloon, then, had actually burst!" These were the first tumultuous ideas that
hurried through my mind: "The balloon had positively burst! -- I was falling
-- falling with the most impetuous, the most unparalleled velocity! To judge
by the immense distance already so quickly passed over, it could not be more
than ten minutes, at the farthest, before I should meet the surface of the earth,
and be hurled intoannihilation!" But at length reflection came to my relief. I
paused; I considered; and I began to doubt. The matter was impossible. I
could not in any reason have so rapidly come down. Besides, although I was
evidently approaching the surface below me, it was with a speed by no means
commensurate with the velocity I had at first so horribly conceived. This
consideration served to calm the perturbation of my mind, and I finally
succeeded in regarding the phenomenon in its proper point of view. In fact,
amazement must have fairly deprived me of my senses, when I could not see
the vast difference, inappearance, between the surface below me, and the
surface of my mother earth. The latter was indeed over my head, and
completely hidden by the balloon, while the moon -- the moon itself in all its
glory -- lay beneath me, and at my feet.

"The stupor and surprise produced in my mind by this extraordinary change

in the posture of affairs was perhaps, after all, that part of the adventure least
susceptible of explanation. For thebouleversement in itself was not only
natural and inevitable, but had been long actually anticipated as a
circumstance to be expected whenever I should arrive at that exact point of
my voyage where the attraction of the planet should be superseded by the
attraction of the satellite -- or, more precisely, where the gravitation of the
balloon toward the earth should be less powerful than its gravitation toward
the moon. To be sure I arose from a sound slumber, with all my senses in
confusion, to the contemplation of a very startling phenomenon, and one
which, although expected, was not expected at the moment. The revolution
itself must, of course, have taken place in an easy and gradual manner, and it
is by no means clear that, had I even been awake at the time of the
occurrence, I should have been made aware of it by any internal evidence of
an inversion -- that is to say, by any inconvenience or disarrangement, either
about my person or about my apparatus.

"It is almost needless to say that, upon coming to a due sense of my situation,
and emerging from the terror which had absorbed every faculty of my soul,
my attention was, in the first place, wholly directed to the contemplation of
the general physical appearance of the moon. It lay beneath me like a chart --
and although I judged it to be still at no inconsiderable distance, the
indentures of its surface were defined to my vision with a most striking and
altogether unaccountable distinctness. The entire absence of ocean or sea, and
indeed of any lake or river, or body of water whatsoever, struck me, at first
glance, as the most extraordinary feature in its geological condition. Yet,
strange to say, I beheld vast level regions of a character decidedly alluvial,
although by far the greater portion of the hemisphere in sight was covered
with innumerable volcanic mountains, conical in shape, and having more the
appearance of artificial than of natural protuberance. The highest among them
does not exceed three and three-quarter miles in perpendicular elevation; but
a map of the volcanic districts of the Campi Phlegraei would afford to your
Excellencies a better idea of their general surface than any unworthy
description I might think proper to attempt. The greater part of them were in a
state of evident eruption, and gave me fearfully to understand their fury and
their power, by the repeated thunders of the miscalled meteoric stones, which
now rushed upward by the balloon with a frequency more and more
appalling.

"April 18th. To-day I found an enormous increase in the moon's apparent

bulk -- and the evidently accelerated velocity of my descent began to fill me
with alarm. It will be remembered, that, in the earliest stage of my
speculations upon the possibility of a passage to the moon, the existence, in
its vicinity, of an atmosphere, dense in proportion to the bulk of the planet,
had entered largely into my calculations; this too in spite of many theories to
the contrary, and, it may be added, in spite of a general disbelief in the
existence of any lunar atmosphere at all. But, in addition to what I have
already urged in regard to Encke's comet and the zodiacal light, I had been
strengthened in my opinion by certain observations of Mr. Schroeter, of
Lilienthal. He observed the moon when two days and a half old, in the
evening soon after sunset, before the dark part was visible, and continued to
watch it until it became visible. The two cusps appeared tapering in a very
sharp faint prolongation, each exhibiting its farthest extremity faintly
illuminated by the solar rays, before any part of the dark hemisphere was
visible. Soon afterward, the whole dark limb became illuminated. This
prolongation of the cusps beyond the semicircle, I thought, must have arisen
from the refraction of the sun's rays by the moon's atmosphere. I computed,
also, the height of the atmosphere (which could refract light enough into its
dark hemisphere to produce a twilight more luminous than the light reflected
from the earth when the moon is about 32 degrees from the new) to be 1,356
Paris feet; in this view, I supposed the greatest height capable of refracting
the solar ray, to be 5,376 feet. My ideas on this topic had also received
confirmation by a passage in the eighty-second volume of the Philosophical
Transactions, in which it is stated that at an occultation of Jupiter's satellites,
the third disappeared after having been about 1" or 2" of time indistinct, and
the fourth became indiscernible near the limb.{*4}

"Cassini frequently observed Saturn, Jupiter, and the fixed stars, when
approaching the moon to occultation, to have their circular figure changed
into an oval one; and, in other occultations, he found no alteration of figure at
all. Hence it might be supposed, that at some times and not at others, there is
a dense matter encompassing the moon wherein the rays of the stars are
refracted.

"Upon the resistance or, more properly, upon the support of an atmosphere,
existing in the state of density imagined, I had, of course, entirely depended
for the safety of my ultimate descent. Should I then, after all, prove to have
been mistaken, I had in consequence nothing better to expect, as a finale to
my adventure, than being dashed into atoms against the rugged surface of the
satellite. And, indeed, I had now every reason to be terrified. My distance
from the moon was comparatively trifling, while the labor required by the
condenser was diminished not at all, and I could discover no indication
whatever of a decreasing rarity in the air.

"April 19th. This morning, to my great joy, about nine o'clock, the surface of
the moon being frightfully near, and my apprehensions excited to the utmost,
the pump of my condenser at length gave evident tokens of an alteration in
the atmosphere. By ten, I had reason to believe its density considerably
increased. By eleven, very little labor was necessary at the apparatus; and at
twelve o'clock, with some hesitation, I ventured to unscrew the tourniquet,
when, finding no inconvenience from having done so, I finally threw open
the gum-elastic chamber, and unrigged it from around the car. As might have
been expected, spasms and violent headache were the immediate
consequences of an experiment so precipitate and full of danger. But these
and other difficulties attending respiration, as they were by no means so great
as to put me in peril of my life, I determined to endure as I best could, in
consideration of my leaving them behind me momently in my approach to the
denser strata near the moon. This approach, however, was still impetuous in
the extreme; and it soon became alarmingly certain that, although I had
probably not been deceived in the expectation of an atmosphere dense in
proportion to the mass of the satellite, still I had been wrong in supposing this
density, even at the surface, at all adequate to the support of the great weight
contained in the car of my balloon. Yet this should have been the case, and in
an equal degree as at the surface of the earth, the actual gravity of bodies at
either planet supposed in the ratio of the atmospheric condensation. That it
was not the case, however, my precipitous downfall gave testimony enough;
why it was not so, can only be explained by a reference to those possible
geological disturbances to which I have formerly alluded. At all events I was
now close upon the planet, and coming down with the most terrible
impetuosity. I lost not a moment, accordingly, in throwing overboard first my
ballast, then my water-kegs, then my condensing apparatus and gum-elastic
chamber, and finally every article within the car. But it was all to no purpose.
I still fell with horrible rapidity, and was now not more than half a mile from
the surface. As a last resource, therefore, having got rid of my coat, hat, and
boots, I cut loose from the balloon the car itself, which was of no
inconsiderable weight, and thus, clinging with both hands to the net-work, I
had barely time to observe that the whole country, as far as the eye could
reach, was thickly interspersed with diminutive habitations, ere I tumbled
headlong into the very heart of a fantastical-looking city, and into the middle
of a vast crowd of ugly little people, who none of them uttered a single
syllable, or gave themselves the least trouble to render me assistance, but
stood, like a parcel of idiots, grinning in a ludicrous manner, and eyeing me
and my balloon askant, with their arms set a-kimbo. I turned from them in
contempt, and, gazing upward at the earth so lately left, and left perhaps for
ever, beheld it like a huge, dull, copper shield, about two degrees in diameter,
fixed immovably in the heavens overhead, and tipped on one of its edges
with a crescent border of the most brilliant gold. No traces of land or water
could be discovered, and the whole was clouded with variable spots, and
belted with tropical and equatorial zones.

"Thus, may it please your Excellencies, after a series of great anxieties,

unheard of dangers, and unparalleled escapes, I had, at length, on the
nineteenth day of my departure from Rotterdam, arrived in safety at the
conclusion of a voyage undoubtedly the most extraordinary, and the most
momentous, ever accomplished, undertaken, or conceived by any denizen of
earth. But my adventures yet remain to be related. And indeed your
Excellencies may well imagine that, after a residence of five years upon a
planet not only deeply interesting in its own peculiar character, but rendered
doubly so by its intimate connection, in capacity of satellite, with the world
inhabited by man, I may have intelligence for the private ear of the States'
College of Astronomers of far more importance than the details, however
wonderful, of the mere voyage which so happily concluded. This is, in fact,
the case. I have much -- very much which it would give me the greatest
pleasure to communicate. I have much to say of the climate of the planet; of
its wonderful alternations of heat and cold, of unmitigated and burning
sunshine for one fortnight, and more than polar frigidity for the next; of a
constant transfer of moisture, by distillation like that in vacuo, from the point
beneath the sun to the point the farthest from it; of a variable zone of running
water, of the people themselves; of their manners, customs, and political
institutions; of their peculiar physical construction; of their ugliness; of their
want of ears, those useless appendages in an atmosphere so peculiarly
modified; of their consequent ignorance of the use and properties of speech;
of their substitute for speech in a singular method of inter-communication; of
the incomprehensible connection between each particular individual in the
moon with some particular individual on the earth -- a connection analogous
with, and depending upon, that of the orbs of the planet and thesatellites, and
by means of which the lives and destinies of the inhabitants of the one are
interwoven with the lives and destinies of the inhabitants of the other; and
above all, if it so please your Excellencies -- above all, of those dark and
hideous mysteries which lie in the outer regions of the moon -- regions
which, owing to the almost miraculous accordance of the satellite's rotation
on its own axis with its sidereal revolution about the earth, have never yet
been turned, and, by God's mercy, never shall be turned, to the scrutiny of the
telescopes of man. All this, and more- much more -- would I most willingly
detail. But, to be brief, I must have my reward. I am pining for a return to my
family and to my home, and as the price of any farther communication on my
part -- in consideration of the light which I have it in my power to throw upon
many very important branches of physical and metaphysical science -- I must
solicit, through the influence of your honorable body, a pardon for the crime
of which I have been guilty in the death of the creditors upon my departure
from Rotterdam. This, then, is the object of the present paper. Its bearer, an
inhabitant of the moon, whom I have prevailed upon, and properly instructed,
to be my messenger to the earth, will await your Excellencies' pleasure, and
return to me with the pardon in question, if it can, in any manner, be obtained.
"I have the honor to be, etc., your Excellencies' very humble servant,

HANS PFAALL."

Upon finishing the perusal of this very extraordinary document, Professor

Rub-a-dub, it is said, dropped his pipe upon the ground in the extremity of his
surprise, and Mynheer Superbus Von Underduk having taken off his
spectacles, wiped them, and deposited them in his pocket, so far forgot both
himself and his dignity, as to turn round three times upon his heel in the
quintessence of astonishment and admiration. There was no doubt about the
matter -- the pardon should be obtained. So at least swore, with a round oath,
Professor Rub-a-dub, and so finally thought the illustrious Von Underduk, as
he took the arm of his brother in science, and without saying a word, began to
make the best of his way home to deliberate upon the measures to be adopted.
Having reached the door, however, of the burgomaster's dwelling, the
professor ventured to suggest that as the messenger had thought proper to
disappear -- no doubt frightened to death by the savage appearance of the
burghers of Rotterdam -- the pardon would be of little use, as no one but a
man of the moon would undertake a voyage to so vast a distance. To the truth
of this observation the burgomaster assented, and the matter was therefore at
an end. Not so, however, rumors and speculations. The letter, having been
published, gave rise to a variety of gossip and opinion. Some of the over-wise
even made themselves ridiculous by decrying the whole business; as nothing
better than a hoax. But hoax, with these sort of people, is, I believe, a general
term for all matters above their comprehension. For my part, I cannot
conceive upon what data they have founded such an accusation. Let us see
what they say:

Imprimus. That certain wags in Rotterdam have certain especial antipathies to

certain burgomasters and astronomers.

Don't understand at all.

Secondly. That an odd little dwarf and bottle conjurer, both of whose ears, for
some misdemeanor, have been cut off close to his head, has been missing for
several days from the neighboring city of Bruges.

Well -- what of that?

Thirdly. That the newspapers which were stuck all over the little balloon were
newspapers of Holland, and therefore could not have been made in the moon.
They were dirty papers -- very dirty -- and Gluck, the printer, would take his
Bible oath to their having been printed in Rotterdam.

He was mistaken -- undoubtedly -- mistaken.

Fourthly, That Hans Pfaall himself, the druken villain, and the three very idle
gentlemen styled his creditors, were all seen, no longer than two or three days
ago, in a tippling house in the suburbs, having just returned, with money in
their pockets, from a trip beyond the sea.

Don't believe it -- don't believe a word of it.

Lastly. That it is an opinion very generally received, or which ought to be

generally received, that the College of Astronomers in the city of Rotterdam,
as well as other colleges in all other parts of the world, -- not to mention
colleges and astronomers in general, -- are, to say the least of the matter, not a
whit better, nor greater, nor wiser than they ought to be.

~~~ End of Text ~~~

Notes to Hans Pfaal

{*1} NOTE--Strictly speaking, there is but little similarity between the above
sketchy trifle and the celebrated "Moon-Story" of Mr. Locke; but as both
have the character of _hoaxes _(although the one is in a tone of banter, the
other of downright earnest), and as both hoaxes are on the same subject, the
moon--moreover, as both attempt to give plausibility by scientific detail--the
author of "Hans Pfaall" thinks it necessary to say, in _self-defence, _that his
own _jeu d'esprit _was published in the "Southern Literary Messenger" about
three weeks before the commencement of Mr. L's in the "New York Sun."
Fancying a likeness which, perhaps, does not exist, some of the New York
papers copied "Hans Pfaall," and collated it with the "Moon-Hoax," by way
of detecting the writer of the one in the writer of the other.

As many more persons were actually gulled by the "Moon-Hoax" than would
be willing to acknowledge the fact, it may here afford some little amusement
to show why no one should have been deceived-to point out those particulars
of the story which should have been sufficient to establish its real character.
Indeed, however rich the imagination displayed in this ingenious fiction, it
wanted much of the force which might have been given it by a more
scrupulous attention to facts and to general analogy. That the public were
misled, even for an instant, merely proves the gross ignorance which is so
generally prevalent upon subjects of an astronomical nature.

The moon's distance from the earth is, in round numbers, 240,000 miles. If
we desire to ascertain how near, apparently, a lens would bring the satellite
(or any distant object), we, of course, have but to divide the distance by the
magnifying or, more strictly, by the space-penetrating power of the glass. Mr.
L. makes his lens have a power of 42,000 times. By this divide 240,000 (the
moon's real distance), and we have five miles and five sevenths, as the
apparent distance. No animal at all could be seen so far; much less the minute
points particularized in the story. Mr. L. speaks about Sir John Herschel's
perceiving flowers (the Papaver rheas, etc.), and even detecting the color and
the shape of the eyes of small birds. Shortly before, too, he has himself
observed that the lens would not render perceptible objects of less than
eighteen inches in diameter; but even this, as I have said, is giving the glass
by far too great power. It may be observed, in passing, that this prodigious
glass is said to have been molded at the glasshouse of Messrs. Hartley and
Grant, in Dumbarton; but Messrs. H. and G.'s establishment had ceased
operations for many years previous to the publication of the hoax.

On page 13, pamphlet edition, speaking of "a hairy veil" over the eyes of a
species of bison, the author says: "It immediately occurred to the acute mind
of Dr. Herschel that this was a providential contrivance to protect the eyes of
the animal from the great extremes of light and darkness to which all the
inhabitants of our side of the moon are periodically subjected." But this
cannot be thought a very "acute" observation of the Doctor's. The inhabitants
of our side of the moon have, evidently, no darkness at all, so there can be
nothing of the "extremes" mentioned. In the absence of the sun they have a
light from the earth equal to that of thirteen full unclouded moons.

The topography throughout, even when professing to accord with Blunt's

Lunar Chart, is entirely at variance with that or any other lunar chart, and
even grossly at variance with itself. The points of the compass, too, are in
inextricable confusion; the writer appearing to be ignorant that, on a lunar
map, these are not in accordance with terrestrial points; the east being to the
left, etc.

Deceived, perhaps, by the vague titles, Mare Nubium, MareTranquillitatis,

Mare Faecunditatis, etc., given to the dark spots by former astronomers, Mr.
L. has entered into details regarding oceans and other large bodies of water in
the moon; whereas there is no astronomical point more positively ascertained
than that no such bodies exist there. In examining the boundary between light
and darkness (in the crescent or gibbous moon) where this boundary crosses
any of the dark places, the line of division is found to be rough and jagged;
but, were these dark places liquid, it would evidently be even.

The description of the wings of the man-bat, on page 21, is but a literal copy
of Peter Wilkins' account of the wings of his flying islanders. This simple fact
should have induced suspicion, at least, it might be thought.

On page 23, we have the following: "What a prodigious influence must our
thirteen times larger globe have exercised upon this satellite when an embryo
in the womb of time, the passive subject of chemical affinity!" This is very
fine; but it should be observed that no astronomer would have made such
remark, especially to any journal of Science; for the earth, in the sense
intended, is not only thirteen, but forty-nine times larger than the moon. A
similar objection applies to the whole of the concluding pages, where, by way
of introduction to some discoveries in Saturn, the philosophical
correspondent enters into a minute schoolboy account of that planet -- this to
the "Edinburgh journal of Science!"

But there is one point, in particular, which should have betrayed the fiction.
Let us imagine the power actually possessed of seeing animals upon the
moon's surface -- what would first arrest the attention of an observer from the
earth? Certainly neither their shape, size, nor any other such peculiarity, so
soon as their remarkable _situation_. They would appear to be walking, with
heels up and head down, in the manner of flies on a ceiling. The _real_
observer would have uttered an instant ejaculation of surprise (however
prepared by previous knowledge) at the singularity of their position; the
_fictitious_ observer has not even mentioned the subject, but speaks of seeing
the entire bodies of such creatures, when it is demonstrable that he could
have seen only the diameter of their heads!

It might as well be remarked, in conclusion, that the size, and particularly the
powers of the man-bats (for example, their ability to fly in so rare an
atmosphere--if, indeed, the moon have any), with most of the other fancies in
regard to animal and vegetable existence, are at variance, generally, with all
analogical reasoning on these themes; and that analogy here will often
amount to conclusive demonstration. It is, perhaps, scarcely necessary to add,
that all the suggestions attributed to Brewster and Herschel, in the beginning
of the article, about "a transfusion of artificial light through the focal object
of vision," etc., etc., belong to that species of figurative writing which comes,
most properly, under the denomination of rigmarole.

There is a real and very definite limit to optical discovery among the stars--a
limit whose nature need only be stated to be understood. If, indeed, the
casting of large lenses were all that is required, man's ingenuity would
ultimately prove equal to the task, and we might have them of any size
demanded. But, unhappily, in proportion to the increase of size in the lens,
and consequently ofspace-penetrating power, is the diminution of light from
the object, by diffusion of its rays. And for this evil there is no remedy within
human ability; for an object is seen by means of that light alone which
proceeds from itself, whether direct or reflected. Thus the only "artificial"
light which could avail Mr. Locke, would be some artificial light which he
should be able to throw-not upon the "focal object of vision," but upon the
real object to be viewed-to wit: upon the moon. It has been easily calculated
that, when the light proceeding from a star becomes so diffused as to be as
weak as the natural light proceeding from the whole of the stars, in a clear
and moonless night, then the star is no longer visible for any practical
purpose.

The Earl of Ross's telescope, lately constructed in England, has a _speculum_

with a reflecting surface of 4,071 square inches; the Herschel telescope
having one of only 1,811. The metal of the Earl of Ross's is 6 feet diameter; it
is 5 1/2 inches thick at the edges, and 5 at the centre. The weight is 3 tons.
The focal length is 50 feet.

I have lately read a singular and somewhat ingenious little book, whose title-
page runs thus: "L'Homme dans la lvne ou le Voyage Chimerique fait au
Monde de la Lvne, nouuellement decouuert par Dominique Gonzales,
Aduanturier Espagnol, autremét dit le Courier volant. Mis en notre langve par
J. B. D. A. Paris, chez Francois Piot, pres la Fontaine de Saint Benoist. Et
chez J. Goignard, au premier pilier de la grand'salle du Palais, proche les
Consultations, MDCXLVII." Pp. 76.

The writer professes to have translated his work from the English of one Mr.
D'Avisson (Davidson?) although there is a terrible ambiguity in the statement.
"J' en ai eu," says he "l'original de Monsieur D'Avisson, medecin des mieux
versez qui soient aujourd'huy dans la cònoissance des Belles Lettres, et sur
tout de la Philosophic Naturelle. Je lui ai cette obligation entre les autres, de
m' auoir non seulement mis en main cc Livre en anglois, mais encore le
Manuscrit du Sieur Thomas D'Anan, gentilhomme Eccossois,recommandable
pour sa vertu, sur la version duquel j' advoue que j' ay tiré le plan de la
mienne."

After some irrelevant adventures, much in the manner of Gil Blas, and which
occupy the first thirty pages, the author relates that, being ill during a sea
voyage, the crew abandoned him, together with a negro servant, on the island
of St. Helena. To increase the chances of obtaining food, the two separate,
and live as far apart as possible. This brings about a training of birds, to serve
the purpose of carrier-pigeons between them. By and by these are taught to
carry parcels of some weight-and this weight is gradually increased. At length
the idea is entertained of uniting the force of a great number of the birds, with
a view to raising the author himself. A machine is contrived for the purpose,
and we have a minute description of it, which is materially helped out by a
steel engraving. Here we perceive the Signor Gonzales, with point ruffles and
a huge periwig, seated astride something which resembles very closely a
broomstick, and borne aloft by a multitude of wild swans _(ganzas) _who had
strings reaching from their tails to the machine.

The main event detailed in the Signor's narrative depends upon a very
important fact, of which the reader is kept in ignorance until near the end of
the book. The _ganzas, _with whom he had become so familiar, were not
really denizens of St. Helena, but of the moon. Thence it had been their
custom, time out of mind, to migrate annually to some portion of the earth. In
proper season, of course, they would return home; and the author, happening,
one day, to require their services for a short voyage, is unexpectedly carried
straight tip, and in a very brief period arrives at the satellite. Here he finds,
among other odd things, that the people enjoy extreme happiness; that they
have no _law; _that they die without pain; that they are from ten to thirty feet
in height; that they live five thousand years; that they have an emperor called
Irdonozur; and that they can jump sixty feet high, when, being out of the
gravitating influence, they fly about with fans.

I cannot forbear giving a specimen of the general _philosophy _of the

volume.

"I must not forget here, that the stars appeared only on that side of the globe
turned toward the moon, and that the closer they were to it the larger they
seemed. I have also me and the earth. As to the stars, _since there was no
night where I was, they always had the same appearance; not brilliant, as
usual, but pale, and very nearly like the moon of a morning. _But few of
them were visible, and these ten times larger (as well as I could judge) than
they seem to the inhabitants of the earth. The moon, which wanted two days
of being full, was of a terrible bigness.

"I must not forget here, that the stars appeared only on that side of the globe
turned toward the moon, and that the closer they were to it the larger they
seemed. I have also to inform you that, whether it was calm weather or
stormy, I found myself _always immediately between the moon and the
earth._ I_ _was convinced of this for two reasons-because my birds always
flew in a straight line; and because whenever we attempted to rest, _we were
carried insensibly around the globe of the earth. _For I admit the opinion of
Copernicus, who maintains that it never ceases to revolve _from the east to
the west, _not upon the poles of the Equinoctial, commonly called the poles
of the world, but upon those of the Zodiac, a question of which I propose to
speak more at length here-after, when I shall have leisure to refresh my
memory in regard to the astrology which I learned at Salamanca when young,
and have since forgotten."

Notwithstanding the blunders italicized, the book is not without some claim
to attention, as affording a naive specimen of the current astronomical notions
of the time. One of these assumed, that the "gravitating power" extended but
a short distance from the earth's surface, and, accordingly, we find our
voyager "carried insensibly around the globe," etc.

There have been other "voyages to the moon," but none of higher merit than
the one just mentioned. That of Bergerac is utterly meaningless. In the third
volume of the "American Quarterly Review" will be found quite an elaborate
criticism upon a certain "journey" of the kind in question--a criticism in
which it is difficult to say whether the critic most exposes the stupidity of the
book, or his own absurd ignorance of astronomy. I forget the title of the work;
but the _means _of the voyage are more deplorably ill conceived than are
even the _ganzas _of our friend the Signor Gonzales. The adventurer, in
digging the earth, happens to discover a peculiar metal for which the moon
has a strong attraction, and straightway constructs of it a box, which, when
cast loose from its terrestrial fastenings, flies with him, forthwith, to the
satellite. The "Flight of Thomas O'Rourke," is a _jeu d' esprit _not altogether
contemptible, and has been translated into German. Thomas, the hero, was, in
fact, the gamekeeper of an Irish peer, whose eccentricities gave rise to the
tale. The "flight" is made on an eagle's back, from Hungry Hill, a lofty
mountain at the end of Bantry Bay.

In these various _brochures _the aim is always satirical; the theme being a
description of Lunarian customs as compared with ours. In none is there any
effort at _plausibility _in the details of the voyage itself. The writers seem, in
each instance, to be utterly uninformed in respect to astronomy. In "Hans
Pfaall" the design is original, inasmuch as regards an attempt at
_verisimilitude, _in the application of scientific principles (so far as the
whimsical nature of the subject would permit), to the actual passage between
the earth and the moon.

{*2} The zodiacal light is probably what the ancients called Trabes. Emicant
Trabes quos docos vocant. -- Pliny, lib. 2, p. 26.

{*3} Since the original publication of Hans Pfaall, I find that Mr. Green, of
Nassau balloon notoriety, and other late aeronauts, deny the assertions of
Humboldt, in this respect, and speak of a decreasing inconvenience, --
precisely in accordance with the theory here urged in a mere spirit of banter.

{*4} Havelius writes that he has several times found, in skies perfectly clear,
when even stars of the sixth and seventh magnitude were conspicuous, that,
at the same altitude of the moon, at the same elongation from the earth, and
with one and the same excellent telescope, the moon and its maculae did not
appear equally lucid at all times. From the circumstances of the observation,
it is evident that the cause of this phenomenon is not either in our air, in the
tube, in the moon, or in the eye of the spectator, but must be looked for in
something (an atmosphere?) existing about the moon.

THE GOLD-BUG

What ho! what ho! this fellow is dancing mad !

He hath been bitten by the Tarantula.

_--All in the Wrong._

MANY years ago, I contracted an intimacy with a Mr. William Legrand. He

was of an ancient Huguenot family, and had once been wealthy; but a series
of misfortunes had reduced him to want. To avoid the mortification
consequent upon his disasters, he left New Orleans, the city of his forefathers,
and took up his residence at Sullivan's Island, near Charleston, South
Carolina. This Island is a very singular one. It consists of little else than the
sea sand, and is about three miles long. Its breadth at no point exceeds a
quarter of a mile. It is separated from the main land by a scarcely perceptible
creek, oozing its way through a wilderness of reeds and slime, a favorite
resort of the marsh hen. The vegetation, as might be supposed, is scant, or at
least dwarfish. No trees of any magnitude are to be seen. Near the western
extremity, where Fort Moultrie stands, and where are some miserable frame
buildings, tenanted, during summer, by the fugitives from Charleston dust
and fever, may be found, indeed, the bristly palmetto; but the whole island,
with the exception of this western point, and a line of hard, white beach on
the seacoast, is covered with a dense undergrowth of the sweet myrtle, so
much prized by the horticulturists of England. The shrub here often attains
the height of fifteen or twenty feet, and forms an almost impenetrable
coppice, burthening the air with its fragrance.
In the inmost recesses of this coppice, not far from the eastern or more
remote end of the island, Legrand had built himself a small hut, which he
occupied when I first, by mere accident, made his acquaintance. This soon
ripened into friendship - for there was much in the recluse to excite interest
and esteem. I found him well educated, with unusual powers of mind, but
infected with misanthropy, and subject to perverse moods of alternate
enthusiasm and melancholy. He had with him many books, but rarely
employed them. His chief amusements were gunning and fishing, or
sauntering along the beach and through the myrtles, in quest of shells or
entomological specimens; - his collection of the latter might have been
envied by a Swammerdamm. In these excursions he was usually
accompanied by an old negro, called Jupiter, who had been manumitted
before the reverses of the family, but who could be induced, neither by threats
nor by promises, to abandon what he considered his right of attendance upon
the footsteps of his young "Massa Will." It is not improbable that the relatives
of Legrand, conceiving him to be somewhat unsettled in intellect, had
contrived to instil this obstinacy into Jupiter, with a view to the supervision
and guardianship of the wanderer.

The winters in the latitude of Sullivan's Island are seldom very severe, and in
the fall of the year it is a rare event indeed when a fire is considered
necessary. About the middle of October, 18-, there occurred, however, a day
of remarkable chilliness. Just before sunset I scrambled my way through the
evergreens to the hut of my friend, whom I had not visited for several weeks -
my residence being, at that time, in Charleston, a distance of nine miles from
the Island, while the facilities of passage and re-passage were very far behind
those of the present day. Upon reaching the hut I rapped, as was my custom,
and getting no reply, sought for the key where I knew it was secreted,
unlocked the door and went in. A fine fire was blazing upon the hearth. It was
a novelty, and by no means an ungrateful one. I threw off an overcoat, took
an arm-chair by the cracklinglogs, and awaited patiently the arrival of my
hosts.

Soon after dark they arrived, and gave me a most cordial welcome. Jupiter,
grinning from ear to ear, bustled about to prepare some marsh-hens for
supper. Legrand was in one of his fits - how else shall I term them? - of
enthusiasm. He had found an unknown bivalve, forming a new genus, and,
more than this, he had hunted down and secured, with Jupiter's assistance, a
scarabæus which he believed to be totally new, but in respect to which he
wished to have my opinion on the morrow.

"And why not to-night?" I asked, rubbing my hands over the blaze, and
wishing the whole tribe of scarabæi at the devil.

"Ah, if I had only known you were here!" said Legrand, "but it's so long since
I saw you; and how could I foresee that you would pay me a visit this very
night of all others? As I was coming home I met Lieutenant G--, from the
fort, and, very foolishly, I lent him the bug; so it will be impossible for you to
see it until the morning. Stay here to-night, and I will send Jup down for it at
sunrise. It is the loveliest thing in creation!"

"What? - sunrise?"

"Nonsense! no! - the bug. It is of a brilliant gold color - about the size of a
large hickory-nut - with two jet black spots near one extremity of the back,
and another, somewhat longer, at the other. The antennæ are - "

"Dey aint no tin in him, Massa Will, I keep a tellin on you," here interrupted
Jupiter; "de bug is a goole bug, solid, ebery bit of him, inside and all, sep him
wing - neber feel half so hebby a bug in my life."

"Well, suppose it is, Jup," replied Legrand, somewhat more earnestly, it

seemed to me, than the case demanded, "is that any reason for your letting the
birds burn? The color" - here he turned to me - "is really almost enough to
warrant Jupiter's idea. You never saw a more brilliant metallic lustre than the
scales emit - but of this you cannot judge till tomorrow. In the mean time I
can give you some idea of the shape." Saying this, he seated himself at a
small table, on which were a pen and ink, but no paper. He looked for some
in a drawer, but found none.

"Never mind," said he at length, "this will answer;" and he drew from his
waistcoat pocket a scrap of what I took to be very dirty foolscap, and made
upon it a rough drawing with the pen. While he did this, I retained my seat by
the fire, for I was still chilly. When the design was complete, he handed it to
me without rising. As I received it, a loud growl was heard, succeeded by a
scratching at the door. Jupiter opened it, and a large Newfoundland,
belonging to Legrand, rushed in, leaped upon my shoulders, and loaded me
with caresses; for I had shown him much attention during previous visits.
When his gambols were over, I looked at the paper, and, to speak the truth,
found myself not a little puzzled at what my friend had depicted.

"Well!" I said, after contemplating it for some minutes, "this is a strange

scarabæus, I must confess: new to me: never saw anything like it before -
unless it was a skull, or a death's-head - which it more nearly resembles than
anything else that has come under my observation."

"A death's-head!" echoed Legrand -"Oh - yes - well, it has something of that
appearance upon paper, no doubt. The two upper black spots look like eyes,
eh? and the longer one at the bottom like a mouth - and then the shape of the
whole is oval."

"Perhaps so," said I; "but, Legrand, I fear you are no artist. I must wait until I
see the beetle itself, if I am to form any idea of its personal appearance."

"Well, I don't know," said he, a little nettled, "I draw tolerably - should do it
at least - have had good masters, and flatter myself that I am not quite a
blockhead."

"But, my dear fellow, you are joking then," said I, "this is a very passable
skull - indeed, I may say that it is a very excellent skull, according to the
vulgar notions about such specimens of physiology - and your scarabæus
must be the queerest scarabæus in the world if it resembles it. Why, we may
get up a very thrilling bit of superstition upon this hint. I presume you will
call the bug scarabæus caput hominis, or something of that kind - there are
many similar titles in the Natural Histories. But where are the antennæ you
spoke of?"

"The antennæ!" said Legrand, who seemed to be gettingunaccountably warm

upon the subject; "I am sure you must see the antennæ. I made them as
distinct as they are in the original insect, and I presume that is sufficient."

"Well, well," I said, "perhaps you have - still I don't see them;" and I handed
him the paper without additional remark, not wishing to ruffle his temper; but
I was much surprised at the turn affairs had taken; his ill humor puzzled me -
and, as for the drawing of the beetle, there were positively no antennæ
visible, and the whole did bear a very close resemblance to the ordinary cuts
of a death's-head.

He received the paper very peevishly, and was about to crumple it, apparently
to throw it in the fire, when a casual glance at the design seemed suddenly to
rivet his attention. In an instant his face grew violently red - in another as
excessively pale. For some minutes he continued to scrutinize the drawing
minutely where he sat. At length he arose, took a candle from the table, and
proceeded to seat himself upon a sea-chest in the farthest corner of the room.
Here again he made an anxious examination of the paper; turning it in all
directions. He said nothing, however, and his conduct greatly astonished me;
yet I thought it prudent not to exacerbate the growing moodiness of his
temper by any comment. Presently he took from his coat pocket a wallet,
placed the paper carefully in it, and deposited both in a writing-desk, which
he locked. He now grew more composed in his demeanor; but his original air
of enthusiasm had quitedisappeared. Yet he seemed not so much sulky as
abstracted. As the evening wore away he became more and more absorbed in
reverie, from which no sallies of mine could arouse him. It had been my
intention to pass the night at the hut, as I had frequently done before, but,
seeing my host in this mood, I deemed it proper to take leave. He did not
press me to remain, but, as I departed, he shook my hand with even more
than his usual cordiality.

It was about a month after this (and during the interval I had seen nothing of
Legrand) when I received a visit, at Charleston, from his man, Jupiter. I had
never seen the good old negro look so dispirited, and I feared that some
serious disaster had befallen my friend.

"Well, Jup," said I, "what is the matter now? - how is your master?"

"Why, to speak de troof, massa, him not so berry well as mought be."

"Not well! I am truly sorry to hear it. What does he complain of?"

"Dar! dat's it! - him neber plain of notin - but him berry sick for all dat."
"Very sick, Jupiter! - why didn't you say so at once? Is he confined to bed?"

"No, dat he aint! - he aint find nowhar - dat's just whar de shoe pinch - my
mind is got to be berry hebby bout poor Massa Will."

"Jupiter, I should like to understand what it is you are talking about. You say
your master is sick. Hasn't he told you what ails him?"

"Why, massa, taint worf while for to git mad about de matter - Massa Will
say noffin at all aint de matter wid him - but den what make him go about
looking dis here way, wid he head down and he soldiers up, and as white as a
gose? And den he keep a syphon all de time - "

"Keeps a what, Jupiter?"

"Keeps a syphon wid de figgurs on de slate - de queerest figgurs I ebber did

see. Ise gittin to be skeered, I tell you. Hab for to keep mighty tight eye pon
him noovers. Todder day he gib me slip fore de sun up and was gone de
whole ob de blessed day. I had a big stick ready cut for to gib him deuced
good beating when he did come - but Ise sich a fool dat I hadn't de heart arter
all - he look so berry poorly."

"Eh? - what? - ah yes! - upon the whole I think you had better not be too
severe with the poor fellow - don't flog him, Jupiter - he can't very well stand
it - but can you form no idea of what has occasioned this illness, or rather this
change of conduct? Has anything unpleasant happened since I saw you?"

"No, massa, dey aint bin noffin unpleasant since den - 'twas fore den I'm
feared - 'twas de berry day you was dare."

"How? what do you mean?"

"Why, massa, I mean de bug - dare now."

"The what?"

"De bug, - I'm berry sartain dat Massa Will bin bit somewhere bout de head
by dat goole-bug."
"And what cause have you, Jupiter, for such a supposition?"

"Claws enuff, massa, and mouth too. I nebber did see sick a deuced bug - he
kick and he bite ebery ting what cum near him. Massa Will cotch him fuss,
but had for to let him go gin mighty quick, I tell you - den was de time he
must ha got de bite. I did n't like de look oh de bug mouff, myself, no how, so
I would n't take hold ob him wid my finger, but I cotch him wid a piece ob
paper dat I found. I rap him up in de paper and stuff piece ob it in he mouff -
dat was de way."

"And you think, then, that your master was really bitten by the beetle, and
that the bite made him sick?"

"I do n't tink noffin about it - I nose it. What make him dream bout de goole
so much, if taint cause he bit by de goole-bug? Ise heerd bout dem goole-
bugs fore dis."

"But how do you know he dreams about gold?"

"How I know? why cause he talk about it in he sleep - dat's how I nose."

"Well, Jup, perhaps you are right; but to what fortunate circumstance am I to
attribute the honor of a visit from you to-day?"

"What de matter, massa?"

"Did you bring any message from Mr. Legrand "

"No, massa, I bring dis here pissel;" and here Jupiter handed me a note which
ran thus:

MY DEAR --

Why have I not seen you for so long a time? I hope you have not been so
foolish as to take offence at any little _brusquerie_ of mine; but no, that is
improbable. Since I saw you I have had great cause for anxiety. I have
something to tell you, yet scarcely know how to tell it, or whether I should
tell it at all.
I have not been quite well for some days past, and poor old Jup annoys me,
almost beyond endurance, by his well-meant attentions Would you believe it?
- he had prepared a huge stick, the other day, with which to chastise me for
giving him the slip, and spending the day, _solus_, among the hills on the
main land. I verily believe that my ill looks alone saved me a flogging.

I have made no addition to my cabinet since we met.

If you can, in any way, make it convenient, come over with Jupiter. _Do_
come. I wish to see you to-_night_, upon business of importance. I assure you
that it is of the _highest_ importance.

Ever yours, WILLIAM LEGRAND.

There was something in the tone of this note which gave me great uneasiness.
Its whole style differed materially from that of Legrand. What could he be
dreaming of? What new crotchet possessed his excitable brain? What
"business of the highest importance" could he possibly have to transact?
Jupiter's account of him boded no good. I dreaded lest the continued pressure
of misfortune had, at length, fairly unsettled the reason of my friend. Without
a moment's hesitation, therefore, I prepared to accompany the negro.

Upon reaching the wharf, I noticed a scythe and three spades, all apparently
new, lying in the bottom of the boat in which we were to embark.

"What is the meaning of all this, Jup?" I inquired.

"Him syfe, massa, and spade."

"Very true; but what are they doing here?"

"Him de syfe and de spade what Massa Will sis pon my buying for him in de
town, and de debbils own lot of money I had to gib for em."

"But what, in the name of all that is mysterious, is your 'Massa Will' going to
do with scythes and spades?"

"Dat's more dan I know, and debbil take me if I don't blieve 'tis more dan he
know, too. But it's all cum ob do bug."
Finding that no satisfaction was to be obtained of Jupiter, whose whole
intellect seemed to be absorbed by "de bug," I now stepped into the boat and
made sail. With a fair and strong breeze we soon ran into the little cove to the
northward of Fort Moultrie, and a walk of some two miles brought us to the
hut. It was about three in the afternoon when we arrived. Legrand had been
awaiting us in eager expectation. He grasped my hand with a nervous
empressement which alarmed me and strengthened the suspicions already
entertained. His countenance was pale even to ghastliness, and his deep-set
eyes glared with unnatural lustre. After some inquiries respecting his health, I
asked him, not knowing what better to say, if he had yet obtained the
scarabæus from Lieutenant G --.

"Oh, yes," he replied, coloring violently, "I got it from him the next morning.
Nothing should tempt me to part with that scarabæus. Do you know that
Jupiter is quite right about it?"

"In what way?" I asked, with a sad foreboding at heart.

"In supposing it to be a bug of real gold." He said this with an air of profound
seriousness, and I felt inexpressibly shocked.

"This bug is to make my fortune," he continued, with a triumphant smile, "to

reinstate me in my family possessions. Is it any wonder, then, that I prize it?
Since Fortune has thought fit to bestow it upon me, I have only to use it
properly and I shall arrive at the gold of which it is the index. Jupiter; bring
me that scarabæus!"

"What! de bug, massa? I'd rudder not go fer trubble dat bug - you mus git him
for your own self." Hereupon Legrand arose, with a grave and stately air, and
brought me the beetle from a glass case in which it was enclosed. It was a
beautiful scarabæus, and, at that time, unknown to naturalists - of course a
great prize in a scientific point of view. There were two round, black spots
near one extremity of the back, and a long one near the other. The scales were
exceedingly hard and glossy, with all the appearance of burnished gold. The
weight of the insect was very remarkable, and, taking all things into
consideration, I could hardly blame Jupiter for his opinion respecting it; but
what to make of Legrand's concordance with that opinion, I could not, for the
life of me, tell.
"I sent for you," said he, in a grandiloquent tone, when I had completed my
examination of the beetle, "I sent for you, that I might have your counsel and
assistance in furthering the views of Fate and of the bug" -

"My dear Legrand," I cried, interrupting him, "you are certainly unwell, and
had better use some little precautions. You shall go to bed, and I will remain
with you a few days, until you get over this. You are feverish and" -

"Feel my pulse," said he.

I felt it, and, to say the truth, found not the slightest indication of fever.

"But you may be ill and yet have no fever. Allow me this once to prescribe
for you. In the first place, go to bed. In the next" -

"You are mistaken," he interposed, "I am as well as I can expect to be under

the excitement which I suffer. If you really wish me well, you will relieve this
excitement."

"And how is this to be done?"

"Very easily. Jupiter and myself are going upon an expedition into the hills,
upon the main land, and, in this expedition we shall need the aid of some
person in whom we can confide. You are the only one we can trust. Whether
we succeed or fail, the excitement which you now perceive in me will be
equally allayed."

"I am anxious to oblige you in any way," I replied; "but do you mean to say
that this infernal beetle has any connection with your expedition into the
hills?"

"It has."

"Then, Legrand, I can become a party to no such absurdproceeding."

"I am sorry - very sorry - for we shall have to try it by ourselves."

"Try it by yourselves! The man is surely mad! - but stay! - how long do you
propose to be absent?"
"Probably all night. We shall start immediately, and be back, at all events, by
sunrise."

"And will you promise me, upon your honor, that when this freak of yours is
over, and the bug business (good God!) settled to your satisfaction, you will
then return home and follow my advice implicitly, as that of your physician?"

"Yes; I promise; and now let us be off, for we have no time to lose."

With a heavy heart I accompanied my friend. We started about four o'clock -

Legrand, Jupiter, the dog, and myself. Jupiter had with him the scythe and
spades - the whole of which he insisted upon carrying - more through fear, it
seemed to me, of trusting either of the implements within reach of his master,
than from any excess of industry or complaisance. His demeanor was dogged
in the extreme, and "dat deuced bug" were the sole words which escaped his
lips during the journey. For my own part, I had charge of a couple of dark
lanterns, while Legrand contented himself with the scarabæus, which he
carried attached to the end of a bit of whip-cord; twirling it to and fro, with
the air of a conjuror, as he went. When I observed this last, plain evidence of
my friend's aberration of mind, I could scarcely refrain from tears. I thought it
best, however, to humor his fancy, at least for the present, or until I could
adopt some more energetic measures with a chance of success. In the mean
time I endeavored, but all in vain, to sound him in regard to the object of the
expedition. Having succeeded in inducing me to accompany him, he seemed
unwilling to hold conversation upon any topic of minor importance, and to all
my questions vouchsafed no other reply than "we shall see!"

We crossed the creek at the head of the island by means of a skiff; and,
ascending the high grounds on the shore of the main land, proceeded in a
northwesterly direction, through a tract of country excessively wild and
desolate, where no trace of a human footstep was to be seen. Legrand led the
way with decision; pausing only for an instant, here and there, to consult
what appeared to be certain landmarks of his own contrivance upon a former
occasion.

In this manner we journeyed for about two hours, and the sun was just setting
when we entered a region infinitely more dreary than any yet seen. It was a
species of table land, near the summit of an almost inaccessible hill, densely
wooded from base to pinnacle, and interspersed with huge crags that
appeared to lie loosely upon the soil, and in many cases were prevented from
precipitating themselves into the valleys below, merely by the support of the
trees against which they reclined. Deep ravines, in various directions, gave an
air of still sterner solemnity to the scene.

The natural platform to which we had clambered was thickly overgrown with
brambles, through which we soon discovered that it would have been
impossible to force our way but for the scythe; and Jupiter, by direction of his
master, proceeded to clear for us a path to the foot of an enormously tall
tulip-tree, which stood, with some eight or ten oaks, upon the level, and far
surpassed them all, and all other trees which I had then ever seen, in the
beauty of its foliage and form, in the wide spread of its branches, and in the
general majesty of its appearance. When we reached this tree, Legrand turned
to Jupiter, and asked him if he thought he could climb it. The old man seemed
a little staggered by the question, and for some moments made no reply. At
length he approached the huge trunk, walked slowly around it, and examined
it with minute attention. When he had completed his scrutiny, he merely said,

"Yes, massa, Jup climb any tree he ebber see in he life."

"Then up with you as soon as possible, for it will soon be too dark to see
what we are about."

"How far mus go up, massa?" inquired Jupiter.

"Get up the main trunk first, and then I will tell you which way to go - and
here - stop! take this beetle with you."

"De bug, Massa Will! - de goole bug!" cried the negro, drawing back in
dismay - "what for mus tote de bug way up de tree? - d-n if I do!"

"If you are afraid, Jup, a great big negro like you, to take hold of a harmless
little dead beetle, why you can carry it up by this string - but, if you do not
take it up with you in some way, I shall be under the necessity of breaking
your head with this shovel."

"What de matter now, massa?" said Jup, evidently shamed into compliance;
"always want for to raise fuss wid old nigger. Was only funnin any how. Me
feered de bug! what I keer for de bug?" Here he took cautiously hold of the
extreme end of the string, and, maintaining the insect as far from his person
as circumstances would permit, prepared to ascend the tree.

In youth, the tulip-tree, or Liriodendron Tulipferum, the most magnificent of

American foresters, has a trunk peculiarly smooth, and often rises to a great
height without lateral branches; but, in its riper age, the bark becomes gnarled
and uneven, while many short limbs make their appearance on the stem. Thus
the difficulty of ascension, in the present case, lay more in semblance than in
reality. Embracing the huge cylinder, as closely as possible, with his arms and
knees, seizing with his hands some projections, and resting his naked toes
upon others, Jupiter, after one or two narrow escapes from falling, at length
wriggled himself into the first great fork, and seemed to consider the whole
business as virtually accomplished. The risk of the achievement was, in fact,
now over, although the climber was some sixty or seventy feet from the
ground.

"Which way mus go now, Massa Will?" he asked.

"Keep up the largest branch - the one on this side," said Legrand. The negro
obeyed him promptly, and apparently with but little trouble; ascending higher
and higher, until no glimpse of his squat figure could be obtained through the
dense foliage which enveloped it. Presently his voice was heard in a sort of
halloo.

"How much fudder is got for go?"

"How high up are you?" asked Legrand.

"Ebber so fur," replied the negro; "can see de sky fru de top ob de tree."

"Never mind the sky, but attend to what I say. Look down the trunk and count
the limbs below you on this side. How many limbs have you passed?"

"One, two, tree, four, fibe - I done pass fibe big limb, massa, pon dis side."

"Then go one limb higher."

In a few minutes the voice was heard again, announcing that the seventh limb
was attained.

"Now, Jup," cried Legrand, evidently much excited, "I want you to work your
way out upon that limb as far as you can. If you see anything strange, let me
know." By this time what little doubt I might have entertained of my poor
friend's insanity, was put finally at rest. I had no alternative but to conclude
him stricken with lunacy, and I became seriously anxious about getting him
home. While I was pondering upon what was best to be done, Jupiter's voice
was again heard.

"Mos feerd for to ventur pon dis limb berry far - tis dead limb putty much all
de way."

"Did you say it was a dead limb, Jupiter?" cried Legrand in a quavering
voice.

"Yes, massa, him dead as de door-nail - done up for sartain - done departed
dis here life."

"What in the name heaven shall I do?" asked Legrand, seemingly in the
greatest distress. "Do!" said I, glad of an opportunity to interpose a word,
"why come home and go to bed. Come now! - that's a fine fellow. It's getting
late, and, besides, you remember your promise."

"Jupiter," cried he, without heeding me in the least, "do you hear me?"

"Yes, Massa Will, hear you ebber so plain."

"Try the wood well, then, with your knife, and see if you think it very rotten."

"Him rotten, massa, sure nuff," replied the negro in a few moments, "but not
so berry rotten as mought be. Mought ventur out leetle way pon de limb by
myself, dat's true."

"By yourself! - what do you mean?"

"Why I mean de bug. 'Tis berry hebby bug. Spose I drop him down fuss, and
den de limb won't break wid just de weight ob one nigger."
"You infernal scoundrel!" cried Legrand, apparently much relieved, "what do
you mean by telling me such nonsense as that? As sure as you drop that
beetle I'll break your neck. Look here, Jupiter, do you hear me?"

"Yes, massa, needn't hollo at poor nigger dat style."

"Well! now listen! - if you will venture out on the limb as far as you think
safe, and not let go the beetle, I'll make you a present of a silver dollar as
soon as you get down."

"I'm gwine, Massa Will - deed I is," replied the negro very promptly - "mos
out to the eend now."

"Out to the end!" here fairly screamed Legrand, "do you say you are out to
the end of that limb?"

"Soon be to de eend, massa, - o-o-o-o-oh! Lor-gol-a-marcy! what is dis here

pon de tree?"

"Well!" cried Legrand, highly delighted, "what is it?"

"Why taint noffin but a skull - somebody bin lef him head up de tree, and de
crows done gobble ebery bit ob de meat off."

"A skull, you say! - very well! - how is it fastened to the limb? - what holds it
on?"

"Sure nuff, massa; mus look. Why dis berry curous sarcumstance, pon my
word - dare's a great big nail in de skull, what fastens ob it on to de tree."

"Well now, Jupiter, do exactly as I tell you - do you hear?"

"Yes, massa."

"Pay attention, then! - find the left eye of the skull."

"Hum! hoo! dat's good! why dare aint no eye lef at all."

"Curse your stupidity! do you know your right hand from your left?"
"Yes, I nose dat - nose all bout dat - tis my lef hand what I chops de wood
wid."

"To be sure! you are left-handed; and your left. eye is on the same side as
your left hand. Now, I suppose, you can find the left eye of the skull, or the
place where the left eye has been. Have you found it?"

Here was a long pause. At length the negro asked,

"Is de lef eye of de skull pon de same side as de lef hand of de skull, too? -
cause de skull aint got not a bit ob a hand at all - nebber mind! I got de lef
eye now - here de lef eye! what mus do wid it?"

"Let the beetle drop through it, as far as the string will reach - but he careful
and not let go your hold of the string."

"All dat done, Massa Will; mighty easy ting for to put de bug fru de hole -
look out for him dare below!"

During this colloquy no portion of Jupiter's person could be seen; but the
beetle, which he had suffered to descend, was now visible at the end of the
string, and glistened, like a globe of burnished gold, in the last rays of the
setting sun, some of which still faintly illumined the eminence upon which
we stood. The scarabæus hung quite clear of any branches, and, if allowed to
fall, would have fallen at our feet. Legrand immediately took the scythe, and
cleared with it a circular space, three or four yards in diameter, just beneath
the insect, and, having accomplished this, ordered Jupiter to let go the string
and come down from the tree.

Driving a peg, with great nicety, into the ground, at the precise spot where the
beetle fell, my friend now produced from his pocket a tape measure.
Fastening one end of this at that point of the trunk, of the tree which was
nearest the peg, he unrolled it till it reached the peg, and thence farther
unrolled it, in the direction already established by the two points of the tree
and the peg, for the distance of fifty feet - Jupiter clearing away the brambles
with the scythe. At the spot thus attained a second peg was driven, and about
this, as a centre, a rude circle, about four feet in diameter, described. Taking
now a spade himself, and giving one to Jupiter and one to me, Legrand
begged us to set about digging as quickly as possible.

To speak the truth, I had no especial relish for such amusement at any time,
and, at that particular moment, would most willingly have declined it; for the
night was coming on, and I felt much fatigued with the exercise already
taken; but I saw no mode of escape, and was fearful of disturbing my poor
friend's equanimity by a refusal. Could I have depended, indeed, upon
Jupiter's aid, I would have had no hesitation in attempting to get the lunatic
home by force; but I was too well assured of the old negro's disposition, to
hope that he would assist me, under any circumstances, in a personal contest
with his master. I made no doubt that the latter had been infected with some
of the innumerable Southern superstitions about money buried, and that his
phantasy had received confirmation by the finding of the scarabæus, or,
perhaps, by Jupiter's obstinacy in maintaining it to be "a bug of real gold." A
mind disposed to lunacy would readily be led away by such suggestions -
especially if chiming in with favorite preconceived ideas - and then I called to
mind the poor fellow's speech about the beetle's being "the index of his
fortune." Upon the whole, I was sadly vexed and puzzled, but, at length, I
concluded to make a virtue of necessity - to dig with a good will, and thus the
sooner to convince the visionary, by ocular demonstration, of the fallacy of
the opinions he entertained.

The lanterns having been lit, we all fell to work with a zeal worthy a more
rational cause; and, as the glare fell upon our persons and implements, I could
not help thinking how picturesque a group we composed, and how strange
and suspicious our labors must have appeared to any interloper who, by
chance, might have stumbled upon our whereabouts.

We dug very steadily for two hours. Little was said; and our chief
embarrassment lay in the yelpings of the dog, who took exceeding interest in
our proceedings. He, at length, became so obstreperous that we grew fearful
of his giving the alarm to some stragglers in the vicinity; - or, rather, this was
the apprehension of Legrand; - for myself, I should have rejoiced at any
interruption which might have enabled me to get the wanderer home. The
noise was, at length, very effectually silenced by Jupiter, who, getting out of
the hole with a dogged air of deliberation, tied the brute's mouth up with one
of his suspenders, and then returned, with a grave chuckle, to his task.
When the time mentioned had expired, we had reached a depth of five feet,
and yet no signs of any treasure became manifest. A general pause ensued,
and I began to hope that the farce was at an end. Legrand, however, although
evidently much disconcerted, wiped his brow thoughtfully and recommenced.
We had excavated the entire circle of four feet diameter, and now we slightly
enlarged the limit, and went to the farther depth of two feet. Still nothing
appeared. The gold-seeker, whom I sincerely pitied, at length clambered from
the pit, with the bitterest disappointment imprinted upon every feature, and
proceeded, slowly and reluctantly, to put on his coat, which he had thrown off
at the beginning of his labor. In the mean time I made no remark. Jupiter, at a
signal from his master, began to gather up his tools. This done, and the dog
having been unmuzzled, we turned in profound silence towards home.

We had taken, perhaps, a dozen steps in this direction, when, with a loud
oath, Legrand strode up to Jupiter, and seized him by the collar. The
astonished negro opened his eyes and mouth to the fullest extent, let fall the
spades, and fell upon his knees.

"You scoundrel," said Legrand, hissing out the syllables from between his
clenched teeth - "you infernal black villain! - speak, I tell you! - answer me
this instant, without prevarication! - which - which is your left eye?"

"Oh, my golly, Massa Will! aint dis here my lef eye for sartain?" roared the
terrified Jupiter, placing his hand upon his right organ of vision, and holding
it there with a desperate pertinacity, as if in immediate dread of his master's
attempt at a gouge.

"I thought so! - I knew it! hurrah!" vociferated Legrand, letting the negro go,
and executing a series of curvets and caracols, much to the astonishment of
his valet, who, arising from his knees, looked, mutely, from his master to
myself, and then from myself to his master.

"Come! we must go back," said the latter, "the game's not up yet;" and he
again led the way to the tulip-tree.

"Jupiter," said he, when we reached its foot, "come here! was the skull nailed
to the limb with the face outwards, or with the face to the limb?"
"De face was out, massa, so dat de crows could get at de eyes good, widout
any trouble."

"Well, then, was it this eye or that through which you dropped the beetle?" -
here Legrand touched each of Jupiter's eyes.

"Twas dis eye, massa - de lef eye - jis as you tell me," and here it was his
right eye that the negro indicated.

"That will do - must try it again."

Here my friend, about whose madness I now saw, or fancied that I saw,
certain indications of method, removed the peg which marked the spot where
the beetle fell, to a spot about three inches to the westward of its former
position. Taking, now, the tape measure from the nearest point of the trunk to
the peg, as before, and continuing the extension in a straight line to the
distance of fifty feet, a spot was indicated, removed, by several yards, from
the point at which we had been digging.

Around the new position a circle, somewhat larger than in the former
instance, was now described, and we again set to work with the spades. I was
dreadfully weary, but, scarcely understanding what had occasioned the
change in my thoughts, I felt no longer any great aversion from the labor
imposed. I had become most unaccountably interested - nay, even excited.
Perhaps there was something, amid all the extravagant demeanor of Legrand
- some air of forethought, or of deliberation, which impressed me. I dug
eagerly, and now and then caught myself actually looking, with something
that very much resembled expectation, for the fancied treasure, the vision of
which had demented my unfortunate companion. At a period when such
vagaries of thought most fully possessed me, and when we had been at work
perhaps an hour and a half, we were again interrupted by the violent howlings
of the dog. His uneasiness, in the first instance, had been, evidently, but the
result of playfulness or caprice, but he now assumed a bitter and serious tone.
Upon Jupiter's again attempting to muzzle him, he made furious resistance,
and, leaping into the hole, tore up the mould frantically with his claws. In a
few seconds he had uncovered a mass of human bones, forming two complete
skeletons, intermingled with several buttons of metal, and what appeared to
be the dust of decayed woollen. One or two strokes of a spade upturned the
blade of a large Spanish knife, and, as we dug farther, three or four loose
pieces of gold and silver coin came to light.

At sight of these the joy of Jupiter could scarcely berestrained, but the
countenance of his master wore an air of extreme disappointment He urged
us, however, to continue our exertions, and the words were hardly uttered
when I stumbled and fell forward, having caught the toe of my boot in a large
ring of iron that lay half buried in the loose earth.

We now worked in earnest, and never did I pass ten minutes of more intense
excitement. During this interval we had fairly unearthed an oblong chest of
wood, which, from its perfect preservation and wonderful hardness, had
plainly been subjected to some mineralizing process - perhaps that of the Bi-
chloride of Mercury. This box was three feet and a half long, three feet broad,
and two and a half feet deep. It was firmly secured by bands of wrought iron,
riveted, and forming a kind of open trelliswork over the whole. On each side
of the chest, near the top, were three rings of iron - six in all - by means of
which a firm hold could be obtained by six persons. Our utmost united
endeavors served only to disturb the coffer very slightly in its bed. We at once
saw the impossibility of removing so great a weight. Luckily, the sole
fastenings of the lid consisted of two sliding bolts. These we drew back -
trembling and panting with anxiety. In an instant, a treasure of incalculable
value lay gleaming before us. As the rays of the lanterns fell within the pit,
there flashed upwards a glow and a glare, from a confused heap of gold and
of jewels, that absolutely dazzled our eyes.

I shall not pretend to describe the feelings with which I gazed. Amazement
was, of course, predominant. Legrand appeared exhausted with excitement,
and spoke very few words. Jupiter'scountenance wore, for some minutes, as
deadly a pallor as it is possible, in nature of things, for any negro's visage to
assume. He seemed stupified - thunderstricken. Presently he fell upon his
knees in the pit, and, burying his naked arms up to the elbows in gold, let
them there remain, as if enjoying the luxury of a bath. At length, with a deep
sigh, he exclaimed, as if in a soliloquy,

"And dis all cum ob de goole-bug! de putty goole bug! de poor little goole-
bug, what I boosed in dat sabage kind ob style! Aint you shamed ob yourself,
nigger? - answer me dat!"
It became necessary, at last, that I should arouse both master and valet to the
expediency of removing the treasure. It was growing late, and it behooved us
to make exertion, that we might get every thing housed before daylight. It
was difficult to say what should be done, and much time was spent in
deliberation - so confused were the ideas of all. We, finally, lightened the box
by removing two thirds of its contents, when we were enabled, with some
trouble, to raise it from the hole. The articles taken out were deposited among
the brambles, and the dog left to guard them, with strict orders from Jupiter
neither, upon any pretence, to stir from the spot, nor to open his mouth until
our return. We then hurriedly made for home with the chest; reaching the hut
in safety, but after excessive toil, at one o'clock in the morning. Worn out as
we were, it was not in human nature to do more immediately. We rested until
two, and had supper; starting for the hills immediately afterwards, armed with
three stout sacks, which, by good luck, were upon the premises. A little
before four we arrived at the pit, divided the remainder of the booty, as
equally as might be, among us, and, leaving the holes unfilled, again set out
for the hut, at which, for the second time, we deposited our golden burthens,
just as the first faint streaks of the dawn gleamed from over the tree-tops in
the East.

We were now thoroughly broken down; but the intense excitement of the time
denied us repose. After an unquiet slumber of some three or four hours'
duration, we arose, as if by preconcert, to make examination of our treasure.

The chest had been full to the brim, and we spent the whole day, and the
greater part of the next night, in a scrutiny of its contents. There had been
nothing like order or arrangement. Every thing had been heaped in
promiscuously. Having assorted all with care, we found ourselves possessed
of even vaster wealth than we had at first supposed. In coin there was rather
more than four hundred and fifty thousand dollars - estimating the value of
the pieces, as accurately as we could, by the tables of the period. There was
not a particle of silver. All was gold of antique date and of great variety -
French, Spanish, and German money, with a few English guineas, and some
counters, of which we had never seen specimens before. There were several
very large and heavy coins, so worn that we could make nothing of their
inscriptions. There was no American money. The value of the jewels we
found more difficulty in estimating. There were diamonds - some of them
exceedingly large and fine - a hundred and ten in all, and not one of them
small; eighteen rubies of remarkable brilliancy; - three hundred and ten
emeralds, all very beautiful; and twenty-one sapphires, with an opal. These
stones had all been broken from their settings and thrown loose in the chest.
The settings themselves, which we picked out from among the other gold,
appeared to have been beaten up with hammers, as if to prevent
identification. Besides all this, there was a vast quantity of solid gold
ornaments; - nearly two hundred massive finger and earrings; - rich chains -
thirty of these, if I remember; - eighty-three very large and heavy crucifixes; -
five gold censers of great value; - a prodigious golden punch bowl,
ornamented with richly chased vine-leaves andBacchanalian figures; with
two sword-handles exquisitely embossed, and many other smaller articles
which I cannot recollect. The weight of these valuables exceeded three
hundred and fifty poundsavoirdupois; and in this estimate I have not included
one hundred and ninety-seven superb gold watches; three of the number
being worth each five hundred dollars, if one. Many of them were very old,
and as time keepers valueless; the works having suffered, more or less, from
corrosion - but all were richly jewelled and in cases of great worth. We
estimated the entire contents of the chest, that night, at a million and a half of
dollars; and upon the subsequent disposal of the trinkets and jewels (a few
being retained for our ownuse), it was found that we had greatly undervalued
the treasure. When, at length, we had concluded our examination, and the
intense excitement of the time had, in some measure, subsided, Legrand, who
saw that I was dying with impatience for a solution of this most extraordinary
riddle, entered into a full detail of all the circumstances connected with it.

"You remember;" said he, "the night when I handed you the rough sketch I
had made of the scarabæus. You recollect also, that I became quite vexed at
you for insisting that my drawing resembled a death's-head. When you first
made this assertion I thought you were jesting; but afterwards I called to
mind the peculiar spots on the back of the insect, and admitted to myself that
your remark had some little foundation in fact. Still, the sneer at my graphic
powers irritated me - for I am considered a good artist - and, therefore, when
you handed me the scrap of parchment, I was about to crumple it up and
throw it angrily into the fire."

"The scrap of paper, you mean," said I.

"No; it had much of the appearance of paper, and at first I supposed it to be
such, but when I came to draw upon it, I discovered it, at once, to be a piece
of very thin parchment. It was quite dirty, you remember. Well, as I was in the
very act of crumpling it up, my glance fell upon the sketch at which you had
been looking, and you may imagine my astonishment when I perceived, in
fact, the figure of a death's-head just where, it seemed to me, I had made the
drawing of the beetle. For a moment I was too much amazed to think with
accuracy. I knew that my design was very different in detail from this -
although there was a certain similarity in general outline. Presently I took a
candle, and seating myself at the other end of the room, proceeded to
scrutinize the parchment more closely. Upon turning it over, I saw my own
sketch upon the reverse, just as I had made it. My first idea, now, was mere
surprise at the really remarkable similarity of outline - at the singular
coincidence involved in the fact, that unknown to me, there should have been
a skull upon the other side of the parchment, immediately beneath my figure
of the scarabæus, and that this skull, not only in outline, but in size, should so
closely resemble my drawing. I saythe singularity of this coincidence
absolutely stupified me for a time. This is the usual effect of such
coincidences. The mind struggles to establish a connexion - a sequence of
cause and effect - and, being unable to do so, suffers a species of temporary
paralysis. But, when I recovered from this stupor, there dawned upon me
gradually a conviction which startled me even far more than the coincidence.
I began distinctly, positively, to remember that there had been no drawing
upon the parchment when I made my sketch of the scarabæus. I became
perfectly certain of this; for I recollected turning up first one side and then the
other, in search of the cleanest spot. Had the skull been then there, of course I
could not have failed to notice it. Here was indeed a mystery which I felt it
impossible to explain; but, even at that early moment, there seemed to
glimmer, faintly, within the most remote and secret chambers of my intellect,
a glow-worm-like conception of that truth which last night's adventure
brought to so magnificent a demonstration. I arose at once, and putting the
parchment securely away, dismissed all farther reflection until I should be
alone.

"When you had gone, and when Jupiter was fast asleep, I betook myself to a
more methodical investigation of the affair. In the first place I considered the
manner in which the parchment had come into my possession. The spot
where we discovered the scarabaeus was on the coast of the main land, about
a mile eastward of the island, and but a short distance above high water mark.
Upon my taking hold of it, it gave me a sharp bite, which caused me to let it
drop. Jupiter, with his accustomed caution, before seizing the insect, which
had flown towards him, looked about him for a leaf, or something of that
nature, by which to take hold of it. It was at this moment that his eyes, and
mine also, fell upon the scrap of parchment, which I then supposed to be
paper. It was lying half buried in the sand, a corner sticking up. Near the spot
where we found it, I observed the remnants of the hull of what appeared to
have been a ship's long boat. The wreck seemed to have been there for a very
great while; for the resemblance to boat timbers could scarcely be traced.

"Well, Jupiter picked up the parchment, wrapped the beetle in it, and gave it
to me. Soon afterwards we turned to go home, and on the way met Lieutenant
G-. I showed him the insect, and he begged me to let him take it to the fort.
Upon my consenting, he thrust it forthwith into his waistcoat pocket, without
the parchment in which it had been wrapped, and which I had continued to
hold in my hand during his inspection. Perhaps he dreaded my changing my
mind, and thought it best to make sure of the prize at once - you know how
enthusiastic he is on all subjects connected with Natural History. At the same
time, without being conscious of it, I must have deposited the parchment in
my own pocket.

"You remember that when I went to the table, for the purpose of making a
sketch of the beetle, I found no paper where it was usually kept. I looked in
the drawer, and found none there. I searched my pockets, hoping to find an
old letter, when my hand fell upon the parchment. I thus detail the precise
mode in which it came into my possession; for the circumstances impressed
me with peculiar force.

"No doubt you will think me fanciful - but I had already established a kind of
connexion. I had put together two links of a great chain. There was a boat
lying upon a sea-coast, and not far from the boat was a parchment - not a
paper - with a skull depicted upon it. You will, of course, ask 'where is the
connexion?' I reply that the skull, or death's-head, is the well-known emblem
of the pirate. The flag of the death's head is hoisted in all engagements.

"I have said that the scrap was parchment, and not paper. Parchment is
durable - almost imperishable. Matters of little moment are rarely consigned
to parchment; since, for the mere ordinary purposes of drawing or writing, it
is not nearly so well adapted as paper. This reflection suggested some
meaning - some relevancy - in the death's-head. I did not fail to observe, also,
the form of the parchment. Although one of its corners had been, by some
accident, destroyed, it could be seen that the original form was oblong. It was
just such a slip, indeed, as might have been chosen for a memorandum - for a
record of something to be long remembered and carefully preserved."

"But," I interposed, "you say that the skull was not upon the parchment when
you made the drawing of the beetle. How then do you trace any connexion
between the boat and the skull - since this latter, according to your own
admission, must have been designed (God only knows how or by whom) at
some period subsequent to your sketching the scarabæus?"

"Ah, hereupon turns the whole mystery; although the secret, at this point, I
had comparatively little difficulty in solving. My steps were sure, and could
afford but a single result. I reasoned, for example, thus: When I drew the
scarabæus, there was no skull apparent upon the parchment. When I had
completed the drawing I gave it to you, and observed you narrowly until you
returned it. You, therefore, did not design the skull, and no one else was
present to do it. Then it was not done by human agency. And nevertheless it
was done. "At this stage of my reflections I endeavored to remember, and did
remember, with entire distinctness, every incident which occurred about the
period in question. The weather was chilly (oh rare and happy accident!), and
a fire was blazing upon the hearth. I was heated with exercise and sat near the
table. You, however, had drawn a chair close to the chimney. Just as I placed
the parchment in your hand, and as you were in the act of in. inspecting it,
Wolf, the Newfoundland, entered, and leaped upon your shoulders. With your
left hand you caressed him and kept him off, while your right, holding the
parchment, was permitted to fall listlessly between your knees, and in close
proximity to the fire. At one moment I thought the blaze had caught it, and
was about to caution you, but, before I could speak, you had withdrawn it,
and were engaged in its examination. When I considered all these particulars,
I doubted not for a moment that heat had been the agent in bringing to light,
upon the parchment, the skull which I saw designed upon it. You are well
aware that chemical preparations exist, and have existed time out of mind, by
means of which it is possible to write upon either paper or vellum, so that the
characters shall become visible only when subjected to the action of fire.
Zaffre, digested in aqua regia, and diluted with four times its weight of water,
is sometimes employed; a green tint results. The regulus of cobalt, dissolved
in spirit of nitre, gives a red. These colors disappear at longer or shorter
intervals after the material written upon cools, but again become apparent
upon there-application of heat.

"I now scrutinized the death's-head with care. Its outer edges - the edges of
the drawing nearest the edge of the vellum - were far more distinct than the
others. It was clear that the action of the caloric had been imperfect or
unequal. I immediately kindled a fire, and subjected every portion of the
parchment to a glowing heat. At first, the only effect was the strengthening of
the faint lines in the skull; but, upon persevering in the experiment, there
became visible, at the corner of the slip, diagonally opposite to the spot in
which the death's-head was delineated, the figure of what I at first supposed
to be a goat. A closer scrutiny, however, satisfied me that it was intended for a
kid."

"Ha! ha!" said I, "to be sure I have no right to laugh at you - a million and a
half of money is too serious a matter for mirth - but you are not about to
establish a third link in your chain - you will not find any especial connexion
between your pirates and a goat - pirates, you know, have nothing to do with
goats; they appertain to the farming interest."

"But I have just said that the figure was not that of a goat."

"Well, a kid then - pretty much the same thing."

"Pretty much, but not altogether," said Legrand. "You may have heard of one
Captain Kidd. I at once looked upon the figure of the animal as a kind of
punning or hieroglyphical signature. I say signature; because its position
upon the vellum suggested this idea. The death's-head at the corner
diagonally opposite, had, in the same manner, the air of a stamp, or seal. But I
was sorely put out by the absence of all else - of the body to my imagined
instrument - of the text for my context."

"I presume you expected to find a letter between the stamp and the
signature."

"Something of that kind. The fact is, I felt irresistibly impressed with a
presentiment of some vast good fortune impending. I can scarcely say why.
Perhaps, after all, it was rather a desire than an actual belief; - but do you
know that Jupiter's silly words, about the bug being of solid gold, had a
remarkable effect upon my fancy? And then the series of accidents and
coincidences - these were so very extraordinary. Do you observe how mere
an accident it was that these events should have occurred upon the sole day of
all the year in which it has been, or may be, sufficiently cool for fire, and that
without the fire, or without the intervention of the dog at the precise moment
in which he appeared, I should never have become aware of the death's-head,
and so never the possessor of the treasure?"

"But proceed - I am all impatience."

"Well; you have heard, of course, the many stories current - the thousand
vague rumors afloat about money buried, somewhere upon the Atlantic coast,
by Kidd and his associates. These rumors must have had some foundation in
fact. And that the rumors have existed so long and so continuous, could have
resulted, it appeared to me, only from the circumstance of the buried treasure
still remaining entombed. Had Kidd concealed his plunder for a time, and
afterwards reclaimed it, the rumors would scarcely have reached us in their
present unvarying form. You will observe that the stories told are all about
money-seekers, not about money-finders. Had the pirate recovered his
money, there the affair would have dropped. It seemed to me that some
accident - say the loss of a memorandum indicating its locality - had deprived
him of the means of recovering it, and that this accident had become known
to his followers, who otherwise might never have heard that treasure had
been concealed at all, and who, busying themselves in vain, because
unguided attempts, to regain it, had given first birth, and then universal
currency, to the reports which are now so common. Have you ever heard of
any important treasure being unearthed along the coast?"

"Never."

"But that Kidd's accumulations were immense, is well known. I took it for
granted, therefore, that the earth still held them; and you will scarcely be
surprised when I tell you that I felt a hope, nearly amounting to certainty, that
the parchment so strangely found, involved a lost record of the place of
deposit."

"But how did you proceed?"

"I held the vellum again to the fire, after increasing the heat; but nothing
appeared. I now thought it possible that the coating of dirt might have
something to do with the failure; so I carefully rinsed the parchment by
pouring warm water over it, and,having done this, I placed it in a tin pan,
with the skull downwards, and put the pan upon a furnace of lighted charcoal.
In a few minutes, the pan having become thoroughly heated, I removed the
slip, and, to my inexpressible joy, found it spotted, in several places, with
what appeared to be figures arranged in lines. Again I placed it in the pan,
and suffered it to remain another minute. Upon taking it off, the whole was
just as you see it now." Here Legrand, having re-heated the parchment,
submitted it to my inspection. The following characters were rudely traced, in
a red tint, between thedeath's-head and the goat:

"53‡‡†305))6*;4826)4‡)4‡;806*;48‡8¶60))85;1-(;:*8-83(88)5*‡

;46(;88*96*?;8)*‡(;485);5*†2:*‡(;4956*2(5*- 4)8¶8*;40692

85);)6†8)4;1(‡9;48081;8:8‡1;48†85;4)485†528806*81(‡9;48;

(88;4(‡?34;48)4‡;161;:188;‡?;"

"But," said I, returning him the slip, "I am as much in the dark as ever. Were
all the jewels of Golconda awaiting me upon my solution of this enigma, I am
quite sure that I should be unable to earn them."

"And yet," said Legrand, "the solution is by no means so difficult as you

might be lead to imagine from the first hasty inspection of the characters.
These characters, as any one might readily guess, form a cipher - that is to
say, they convey a meaning; but then, from what is known of Kidd, I could
not suppose him capable of constructing any of the more abstruse
cryptographs. I made up my mind, at once, that this was of a simple species -
such, however, as would appear, to the crude intellect of the sailor, absolutely
insoluble without the key."

"And you really solved it?"

"Readily; I have solved others of an abstruseness ten thousand times greater.

Circumstances, and a certain bias of mind, have led me to take interest in
such riddles, and it may well be doubted whether human ingenuity can
construct an enigma of the kind which human ingenuity may not, by proper
application, resolve. In fact, having once established connected and legible
characters, I scarcely gave a thought to the mere difficulty of developing their
import.

"In the present case - indeed in all cases of secret writing - the first question
regards the language of the cipher; for the principles of solution, so far,
especially, as the more simple ciphers are concerned, depend upon, and are
varied by, the genius of the particular idiom. In general, there is no alternative
but experiment (directed by probabilities) of every tongue known to him who
attempts the solution, until the true one be attained. But, with the cipher now
before us, all difficulty was removed by the signature. The pun upon the word
'Kidd' is appreciable in no other language than the English. But for this
consideration I should have begun my attempts with the Spanish and French,
as the tongues in which a secret of this kind would most naturally have been
written by a pirate of the Spanish main. As it was, I assumed the cryptograph
to be English.

"You observe there are no divisions between the words. Had there been
divisions, the task would have been comparatively easy. In such case I should
have commenced with a collation and analysis of the shorter words, and, had
a word of a single letter occurred, as is most likely, (a or I, for example,) I
should have considered the solution as assured. But, there being no division,
my first step was to ascertain the predominant letters, as well as the least
frequent. Counting all, I constructed a table, thus:

Of the character 8 there are 33.

; " 26.

4 " 19.
 ‡ ) " 16.

% " 13.
5 " 12.

6 " 11.

† 1 " 8.

0 " 6.

9 2 " 5.

: 3 " 4.

? " 3.

¶ " 2.

-. " 1.

"Now, in English, the letter which most frequently occurs is e. Afterwards,

succession runs thus: _a o i d h n r s t u y c f g l m w b k p q x z_. _E_
predominates so remarkably that an individual sentence of any length is
rarely seen, in which it is not the prevailing character.

"Here, then, we leave, in the very beginning, the groundwork for something
more than a mere guess. The general use which may be made of the table is
obvious - but, in this particular cipher, we shall only very partially require its
aid. As our predominant character is 8, we will commence by assuming it as
the _e_ of the natural alphabet. To verify the supposition, let us observe if the
8 be seen often in couples - for _e_ is doubled with great frequency in
English - in such words, for example, as 'meet,' '.fleet,' 'speed,' 'seen,' been,'
'agree,' &c. In the present instance we see it doubled no less than five times,
although the cryptograph is brief.

"Let us assume 8, then, as _e_. Now, of all _words_ in the language, 'the' is
most usual; let us see, therefore, whether there are not repetitions of any three
characters, in the same order of collocation, the last of them being 8. If we
discover repetitions of such letters, so arranged, they will most probably
represent the word 'the.' Upon inspection, we find no less than seven such
arrangements, the characters being ;48. We may, therefore, assume that ;
represents _t_, 4 represents _h_, and 8 represents _e_ - the last being now
well confirmed. Thus a great step has been taken.

"But, having established a single word, we are enabled to establish a vastly

important point; that is to say, several commencements and terminations of
other words. Let us refer, for example, to the last instance but one, in which
the combination ;48 occurs - not far from the end of the cipher. We know that
the ; immediately ensuing is the commencement of a word, and, of the six
characters succeeding this 'the,' we are cognizant of no less than five. Let us
set these characters down, thus, by the letters we know them to represent,
leaving a space for the unknown -

t eeth.

"Here we are enabled, at once, to discard the 'th,' as forming no portion of the
word commencing with the first t; since, by experiment of the entire alphabet
for a letter adapted to the vacancy, we perceive that no word can be formed of
which this _th_ can be a part. We are thus narrowed into

t ee,

and, going through the alphabet, if necessary, as before, we arrive at the word
'tree,' as the sole possible reading. We thus gain another letter, _r_,
represented by (, with the words 'the tree' in juxtaposition.

"Looking beyond these words, for a short distance, we again see the
combination ;48, and employ it by way of _termination_ to what immediately
precedes. We have thus this arrangement:

the tree ;4(‡?34 the,

or, substituting the natural letters, where known, it reads thus:

the tree thr‡?3h the.

"Now, if, in place of the unknown characters, we leave blank spaces, or
substitute dots, we read thus:

the tree thr...h the,

when the word '_through_' makes itself evident at once. But this discovery
gives us three new letters, _o_, _u_ and _g_, represented by ‡ ? and 3.

"Looking now, narrowly, through the cipher for combinations of known

characters, we find, not very far from the beginning, this arrangement,

83(88, or egree,

which, plainly, is the conclusion of the word 'degree,' and gives us another
letter, _d_, represented by †.

"Four letters beyond the word 'degree,' we perceive the combination

;46(;88.

"Translating the known characters, and representing the unknown by dots, as

before, we read thus: th rtee. an arrangement immediately suggestive of the
word 'thirteen,' and again furnishing us with two new characters, _i_ and _n_,
represented by 6 and *.

"Referring, now, to the beginning of the cryptograph, we find the

combination,

53‡‡†.

"Translating, as before, we obtain

good,

which assures us that the first letter is _A_, and that the first two words are 'A
good.'

"It is now time that we arrange our key, as far as discovered, in a tabular
form, to avoid confusion. It will stand thus:
 5 represents a

†"d

8"e

3"g

4"h

6"i

% "n
‡"o

("r

;"t

"We have, therefore, no less than ten of the most important letters
represented, and it will be unnecessary to proceed with the details of the
solution. I have said enough to convince you that ciphers of this nature are
readily soluble, and to give you some insight into the rationale of their
development. But be assured that the specimen before us appertains to the
very simplest species of cryptograph. It now only remains to give you the full
translation of the characters upon the parchment, as unriddled. Here it is:

" '_A good glass in the bishop's hostel in the devil's seat forty-one degrees
and thirteen minutes northeast and by north main branch seventh limb east
side shoot from the left eye of the death's-head a bee line from the tree
through the shot fifty feet out_.' "

"But," said I, "the enigma seems still in as bad a condition as ever. How is it
possible to extort a meaning from all this jargon about 'devil's seats,' 'death's
heads,' and 'bishop's hotels?' "

"I confess," replied Legrand, "that the matter still wears a serious aspect,
when regarded with a casual glance. My first endeavor was to divide the
sentence into the natural division intended by the cryptographist."
"You mean, to punctuate it?"

"Something of that kind."

"But how was it possible to effect this?"

"I reflected that it had been a point with the writer to run his words together
without division, so as to increase the difficulty of solution. Now, a not over-
acute man, in pursuing such an object would be nearly certain to overdo the
matter. When, in the course of his composition, he arrived at a break in his
subject which would naturally require a pause, or a point, he would be
exceedingly apt to run his characters, at this place, more than usually close
together. If you will observe the MS., in the present instance, you will easily
detect five such cases of unusual crowding. Acting upon this hint, I made the
division thus: 'A good glass in the Bishop's hostel in the Devil's seat - forty-
one degrees and thirteen minutes - northeast and by north - main branch
seventh limb east side - shoot from the left eye of the death's-head - a bee-line
from the tree through the shot fifty feet out.' "

"Even this division," said I, "leaves me still in the dark."

"It left me also in the dark," replied Legrand, "for a few days; during which I
made diligent inquiry, in the neighborhood of Sullivan's Island, for any
building which went by the name of the 'Bishop's Hotel;' for, of course, I
dropped the obsolete word 'hostel.' Gaining no information on the subject, I
was on the point of extending my sphere of search, and proceeding in a more
systematic manner, when, one morning, it entered into my head, quite
suddenly, that this 'Bishop's Hostel' might have some reference to an old
family, of the name of Bessop, which, time out of mind, had held possession
of an ancient manor-house, about four miles to the northward of the Island. I
accordingly went over to the plantation, and re-instituted my inquiries among
the older negroes of the place. At length one of the most aged of the women
said that she had heard of such a place as Bessop's Castle, and thought that
she could guide me to it, but that it was not a castle nor a tavern, but a high
rock.

"I offered to pay her well for her trouble, and, after some demur, she
consented to accompany me to the spot. We found it without much difficulty,
when, dismissing her, I proceeded to examine the place. The 'castle' consisted
of an irregular assemblage of cliffs and rocks - one of the latter being quite
remarkable for its height as well as for its insulated and artificial appearance I
clambered to its apex, and then felt much at a loss as to what should be next
done.

"While I was busied in reflection, my eyes fell upon a narrow ledge in the
eastern face of the rock, perhaps a yard below the summit upon which I
stood. This ledge projected about eighteen inches, and was not more than a
foot wide, while a niche in the cliff just above it, gave it a rude resemblance
to one of the hollow-backed chairs used by our ancestors. I made no doubt
that here was the 'devil's seat' alluded to in the MS., and now I seemed to
grasp the full secret of the riddle.

"The 'good glass,' I knew, could have reference to nothing but a telescope; for
the word 'glass' is rarely employed in any other sense by seamen. Now here, I
at once saw, was a telescope to be used, and a definite point of view,
admitting no variation, from which to use it. Nor did I hesitate to believe that
the phrases, "forty-one degrees and thirteen minutes,' and 'northeast and by
north,' were intended as directions for the levelling of the glass. Greatly
excited by these discoveries, I hurried home, procured a telescope, and
returned to the rock.

"I let myself down to the ledge, and found that it was impossible to retain a
seat upon it except in one particular position. This fact confirmed my
preconceived idea. I proceeded to use the glass. Of course, the 'forty-one
degrees and thirteen minutes' could allude to nothing but elevation above the
visible horizon, since the horizontal direction was clearly indicated by the
words, 'northeast and by north.' This latter direction I at once established by
means of a pocket-compass; then, pointing the glass as nearly at an angle of
forty-one degrees of elevation as I could do it by guess, I moved it cautiously
up or down, until my attention was arrested by a circular rift or opening in the
foliage of a large tree that overtopped its fellows in the distance. In the centre
of this rift I perceived a white spot, but could not, at first, distinguish what it
was. Adjusting the focus of the telescope, I again looked, and now made it
out to be a human skull.

"Upon this discovery I was so sanguine as to consider the enigma solved; for
the phrase 'main branch, seventh limb, east side,' could refer only to the
position of the skull upon the tree, while 'shoot from the left eye of the death's
head' admitted, also, of but one interpretation, in regard to a search for buried
treasure. I perceived that the design was to drop a bullet from the left eye of
the skull, and that a bee-line, or, in other words, a straight line, drawn from
the nearest point of the trunk through 'the shot,' (or the spot where the bullet
fell,) and thence extended to a distance of fifty feet, would indicate a definite
point - and beneath this point I thought it at least possible that a deposit of
value layconcealed."

"All this," I said, "is exceedingly clear, and, although ingenious, still simple
and explicit. When you left the Bishop's Hotel, what then?"

"Why, having carefully taken the bearings of the tree, I turned homewards.
The instant that I left 'the devil's seat,' however, the circular rift vanished; nor
could I get a glimpse of it afterwards, turn as I would. What seems to me the
chief ingenuity in this whole business, is the fact (for repeated experiment has
convinced me it is a fact) that the circular opening in question is visible from
no other attainable point of view than that afforded by the narrow ledge upon
the face of the rock.

"In this expedition to the 'Bishop's Hotel' I had been attended by Jupiter, who
had, no doubt, observed, for some weeks past, the abstraction of my
demeanor, and took especial care not to leave me alone. But, on the next day,
getting up very early, I contrived to give him the slip, and went into the hills
in search of the tree. After much toil I found it. When I came home at night
my valet proposed to give me a flogging. With the rest of the adventure I
believe you are as well acquainted as myself."

"I suppose," said I, "you missed the spot, in the first attempt at digging,
through Jupiter's stupidity in letting the bug fall through the right instead of
through the left eye of the skull."

"Precisely. This mistake made a difference of about two inches and a half in
the 'shot' - that is to say, in the position of the peg nearest the tree; and had
the treasure been beneath the 'shot,' the error would have been of little
moment; but 'the shot,' together with the nearest point of the tree, were
merely two points for the establishment of a line of direction; of course the
error, however trivial in the beginning, increased as we proceeded with the
line, and by the time we had gone fifty feet, threw us quite off the scent. But
for my deep-seated impressions that treasure was here somewhere actually
buried, we might have had all our labor in vain."

"But your grandiloquence, and your conduct in swinging the beetle - how
excessively odd! I was sure you were mad. And why did you insist upon
letting fall the bug, instead of a bullet, from the skull?"

"Why, to be frank, I felt somewhat annoyed by your evident suspicions

touching my sanity, and so resolved to punish you quietly, in my own way, by
a little bit of sober mystification. For this reason I swung the beetle, and for
this reason I let it fall it from the tree. An observation of yours about its great
weight suggested the latter idea."

"Yes, I perceive; and now there is only one point which puzzles me. What are
we to make of the skeletons found in the hole?"

"That is a question I am no more able to answer than yourself. There seems,

however, only one plausible way of accounting for them - and yet it is
dreadful to believe in such atrocity as my suggestion would imply. It is clear
that Kidd - if Kidd indeed secreted this treasure, which I doubt not - it is clear
that he must have had assistance in the labor. But this labor concluded, he
may have thought it expedient to remove all participants in his secret.
Perhaps a couple of blows with a mattock were sufficient, while his
coadjutors were busy in the pit; perhaps it required a dozen - who shall tell?"

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FOUR BEASTS IN ONE

THE HOMO-CAMELEOPARD
 Chacun a ses vertus.
--_Crebillon's Xerxes._
ANTIOCHUS EPIPHANES is very generally looked upon as the Gog of the
prophet Ezekiel. This honor is, however, more properly attributable to
Cambyses, the son of Cyrus. And, indeed, the character of the Syrian
monarch does by no means stand in need of any adventitious embellishment.
His accession to the throne, or rather his usurpation of the sovereignty, a
hundred and seventy-one years before the coming of Christ; his attempt to
plunder the temple of Diana at Ephesus; his implacable hostility to the Jews;
his pollution of the Holy of Holies; and his miserable death at Taba, after a
tumultuous reign of eleven years, are circumstances of a prominent kind, and
therefore more generally noticed by the historians of his time than the
impious, dastardly, cruel, silly, and whimsical achievements which make up
the sum total of his private life and reputation.

Let us suppose, gentle reader, that it is now the year of the world three
thousand eight hundred and thirty, and let us, for a few minutes, imagine
ourselves at that most grotesque habitation of man, the remarkable city of
Antioch. To be sure there were, in Syria and other countries, sixteen cities of
that appellation, besides the one to which I more particularly allude. But ours
is that which went by the name of Antiochia Epidaphne, from its vicinity to
the little village of Daphne, where stood a temple to that divinity. It was built
(although about this matter there is some dispute) by Seleucus Nicanor, the
first king of the country after Alexander the Great, in memory of his father
Antiochus, and became immediately the residence of the Syrian monarchy. In
the flourishing times of the Roman Empire, it was the ordinary station of the
prefect of the eastern provinces; and many of the emperors of the queen city
(among whom may be mentioned, especially, Verus and Valens) spent here
the greater part of their time. But I perceive we have arrived at the city itself.
Let us ascend this battlement, and throw our eyes upon the town and
neighboring country.

"What broad and rapid river is that which forces its way, with innumerable
falls, through the mountainous wilderness, and finally through the wilderness
of buildings?"

That is the Orontes, and it is the only water in sight, with the exception of the
Mediterranean, which stretches, like a broad mirror, about twelve miles off to
the southward. Every one has seen the Mediterranean; but let me tell you,
there are few who have had a peep at Antioch. By few, I mean, few who, like
you and me, have had, at the same time, the advantages of a modern
education. Therefore cease to regard that sea, and give your whole attention
to the mass of houses that lie beneath us. You will remember that it is now the
year of the world three thousand eight hundred and thirty. Were it later -- for
example, were it the year of our Lord eighteen hundred and forty-five, we
should be deprived of this extraordinary spectacle. In the nineteenth century
Antioch is -- that is to say, Antioch will be -- in a lamentable state of decay. It
will have been, by that time, totally destroyed, at three different periods, by
three successive earthquakes. Indeed, to say the truth, what little of its former
self may then remain, will be found in so desolate and ruinous a state that the
patriarch shall have removed his residence to Damascus. This is well. I see
you profit by my advice, and are making the most of your time in inspecting
the premises -- in

-satisfying your eyes

With the memorials and the things of fame

That most renown this city.-

I beg pardon; I had forgotten that Shakespeare will not flourish for seventeen
hundred and fifty years to come. But does not the appearance of Epidaphne
justify me in calling it grotesque?

"It is well fortified; and in this respect is as much indebted to nature as to

art."

Very true.

"There are a prodigious number of stately palaces."

There are.

"And the numerous temples, sumptuous and magnificent, may bear

comparison with the most lauded of antiquity."
All this I must acknowledge. Still there is an infinity of mud huts, and
abominable hovels. We cannot help perceiving abundance of filth in every
kennel, and, were it not for the over-powering fumes of idolatrous incense, I
have no doubt we should find a most intolerable stench. Did you ever behold
streets so insufferably narrow, or houses so miraculously tall? What gloom
their shadows cast upon the ground! It is well the swinging lamps in those
endless colonnades are kept burning throughout the day; we should otherwise
have the darkness of Egypt in the time of her desolation.

"It is certainly a strange place! What is the meaning of yonder singular

building? See! it towers above all others, and lies to the eastward of what I
take to be the royal palace."

That is the new Temple of the Sun, who is adored in Syria under the title of
Elah Gabalah. Hereafter a very notorious Roman Emperor will institute this
worship in Rome, and thence derive a cognomen, Heliogabalus. I dare say
you would like to take a peep at the divinity of the temple. You need not look
up at the heavens; his Sunship is not there -- at least not the Sunship adored
by the Syrians. That deity will be found in the interior of yonder building. He
is worshipped under the figure of a large stone pillar terminating at the
summit in a cone or pyramid, whereby is denoted Fire.

"Hark -- behold! -- who can those ridiculous beings be, half naked, with their
faces painted, shouting and gesticulating to the rabble?"

Some few are mountebanks. Others more particularly belong to the race of
philosophers. The greatest portion, however -- those especially who belabor
the populace with clubs -- are the principal courtiers of the palace, executing
as in duty bound, some laudable comicality of the king's.

"But what have we here? Heavens! the town is swarming with wild beasts!
How terrible a spectacle! -- how dangerous a peculiarity!"

Terrible, if you please; but not in the least degree dangerous. Each animal if
you will take the pains to observe, is following, very quietly, in the wake of
its master. Some few, to be sure, are led with a rope about the neck, but these
are chiefly the lesser or timid species. The lion, the tiger, and the leopard are
entirely without restraint. They have been trained without difficulty to their
present profession, and attend upon their respective owners in the capacity of
valets-de-chambre. It is true, there are occasions when Nature asserts her
violated dominions; -- but then the devouring of a man-at-arms, or the
throttling of a consecrated bull, is acircumstance of too little moment to be
more than hinted at in Epidaphne.

"But what extraordinary tumult do I hear? Surely this is a loud noise even for
Antioch! It argues some commotion of unusual interest."

Yes -- undoubtedly. The king has ordered some novel spectacle -- some
gladiatorial exhibition at the hippodrome -- or perhaps the massacre of the
Scythian prisoners -- or the conflagration of his new palace -- or the tearing
down of a handsome temple -- or, indeed, a bonfire of a few Jews. The uproar
increases. Shouts of laughter ascend the skies. The air becomes dissonant
with wind instruments, and horrible with clamor of a million throats. Let us
descend, for the love of fun, and see what is going on! This way -- be careful!
Here we are in the principal street, which is called the street of Timarchus.
The sea of people is coming this way, and we shall find a difficulty in
stemming the tide. They are pouring through the alley of Heraclides, which
leads directly from the palace; -- therefore the king is most probably among
the rioters. Yes; -- I hear the shouts of the herald proclaiming his approach in
the pompous phraseology of the East. We shall have a glimpse of his person
as he passes by the temple of Ashimah. Let us ensconce ourselves in the
vestibule of the sanctuary; he will be here anon. In the meantime let us survey
this image. What is it? Oh! it is the god Ashimah in proper person. You
perceive, however, that he is neither a lamb, nor a goat, nor a satyr, neither
has he much resemblance to the Pan of the Arcadians. Yet all these
appearances have been given -- I beg pardon -- will be given -- by the learned
of future ages, to the Ashimah of the Syrians. Put on your spectacles, and tell
me what it is. What is it?

"Bless me! it is an ape!"

True -- a baboon; but by no means the less a deity. His name is a derivation of
the Greek Simia -- what great fools are antiquarians! But see! -- see! --
yonder scampers a ragged little urchin. Where is he going? What is he
bawling about? What does he say? Oh! he says the king is coming in triumph;
that he is dressed in state; that he has just finished putting to death, with his
own hand, a thousand chained Israelitish prisoners! For this exploit the
ragamuffin is lauding him to the skies. Hark! here comes a troop of a similar
description. They have made a Latin hymn upon the valor of the king, and are
singing it as they go:

Mille, mille, mille,

Mille, mille, mille,

Decollavimus, unus homo!

Mille, mille, mille, mille, decollavimus!

Mille, mille, mille,

Vivat qui mille mille occidit!

Tantum vini habet nemo

Quantum sanguinis effudit!{*1}

Which may be thus paraphrased:

A thousand, a thousand, a thousand,

A thousand, a thousand, a thousand,

We, with one warrior, have slain!

A thousand, a thousand, a thousand, a thousand.

Sing a thousand over again!

Soho! -- let us sing

Long life to our king,

Who knocked over a thousand so fine!

Soho! -- let us roar,

He has given us more

Red gallons of gore

Than all Syria can furnish of wine!

"Do you hear that flourish of trumpets?"

Yes: the king is coming! See! the people are aghast with admiration, and lift
up their eyes to the heavens in reverence. He comes; -- he is coming; -- there
he is!

"Who? -- where? -- the king? -- do not behold him -- cannot say that I
perceive him."

Then you must be blind.

"Very possible. Still I see nothing but a tumultuous mob of idiots and
madmen, who are busy in prostrating themselves before a gigantic
cameleopard, and endeavoring to obtain a kiss of the animal's hoofs. See! the
beast has very justly kicked one of the rabble over -- and another -- and
another -- and another. Indeed, I cannot help admiring the animal for the
excellent use he is making of his feet."

Rabble, indeed! -- why these are the noble and free citizens of Epidaphne!
Beasts, did you say? -- take care that you are not overheard. Do you not
perceive that the animal has the visage of a man? Why, my dear sir, that
cameleopard is no other than Antiochus Epiphanes, Antiochus the Illustrious,
King of Syria, and the most potent of all the autocrats of the East! It is true,
that he is entitled, at times, Antiochus Epimanes -- Antiochus the madman --
but that is because all people have not the capacity to appreciate his merits. It
is also certain that he is at present ensconced in the hide of a beast, and is
doing his best to play the part of a cameleopard; but this is done for the better
sustaining his dignity as king. Besides, the monarch is of gigantic stature, and
the dress is therefore neither unbecoming nor over large. We may, however,
presume he would not have adopted it but for some occasion of especial state.
Such, you will allow, is the massacre of a thousand Jews. With how superior
a dignity the monarch perambulates on all fours! His tail, you perceive, is
held aloft by his two principal concubines, Elline and Argelais; and his whole
appearance would be infinitely prepossessing, were it not for the
protuberance of his eyes, which will certainly start out of his head, and the
queer color of his face, which has become nondescript from the quantity of
wine he has swallowed. Let us follow him to the hippodrome, whither he is
proceeding, and listen to the song of triumph which he is commencing:

Who is king but Epiphanes?

Say -- do you know?

Who is king but Epiphanes?

Bravo! -- bravo!

There is none but Epiphanes,

No -- there is none:

So tear down the temples,

And put out the sun!

Well and strenuously sung! The populace are hailing him 'Prince of Poets,' as
well as 'Glory of the East,' 'Delight of the Universe,' and 'Most Remarkable of
Cameleopards.' They have encored his effusion, and do you hear? -- he is
singing it over again. When he arrives at the hippodrome, he will be crowned
with the poetic wreath, in anticipation of his victory at the approaching
Olympics.

"But, good Jupiter! what is the matter in the crowd behind us?"

Behind us, did you say? -- oh! ah! -- I perceive. My friend, it is well that you
spoke in time. Let us get into a place of safety as soon as possible. Here! -- let
us conceal ourselves in the arch of this aqueduct, and I will inform you
presently of the origin of the commotion. It has turned out as I have been
anticipating. The singular appearance of the cameleopard and the head of a
man, has, it seems, given offence to the notions of propriety entertained, in
general, by the wild animals domesticated in the city. A mutiny has been the
result; and, as is usual upon such occasions, all human efforts will be of no
avail in quelling the mob. Several of the Syrians have already been devoured;
but the general voice of the four-footed patriots seems to be for eating up the
cameleopard. 'The Prince of Poets,' therefore, is upon his hinder legs, running
for his life. His courtiers have left him in the lurch, and his concubines have
followed so excellent an example. 'Delight of the Universe,' thou art in a sad
predicament! 'Glory of the East,' thou art in danger of mastication! Therefore
never regard so piteously thy tail; it will undoubtedly be draggled in the mud,
and for this there is no help. Look not behind thee, then, at its unavoidable
degradation; but take courage, ply thy legs with vigor, and scud for the
hippodrome! Remember that thou art Antiochus Epiphanes. Antiochus the
Illustrious! -- also 'Prince of Poets,' 'Glory of the East,' 'Delight of the
Universe,' and 'Most Remarkable of Cameleopards!' Heavens! what a power
of speed thou art displaying! What a capacity for leg-bail thou art developing!
Run, Prince! -- Bravo, Epiphanes! Well done, Cameleopard! -- Glorious
Antiochus! -- He runs! -- he leaps! -- he flies! Like an arrow from a catapult
he approaches the hippodrome! He leaps! -- he shrieks! -- he is there! This is
well; for hadst thou, 'Glory of the East,' been half a second longer in reaching
the gates of the Amphitheatre, there is not a bear's cub in Epidaphne that
would not have had a nibble at thy carcase. Let us be off -- let us take our
departure! -- for we shall find our delicate modern ears unable to endure the
vast uproar which is about to commence in celebration of the king's escape!
Listen! it has already commenced. See! -- the whole town is topsy-turvy.

"Surely this is the most populous city of the East! What a wilderness of
people! what a jumble of all ranks and ages! what a multiplicity of sects and
nations! what a variety of costumes! what a Babel of languages! what a
screaming of beasts! what a tinkling ofinstruments! what a parcel of
philosophers!"

Come let us be off.

"Stay a moment! I see a vast hubbub in the hippodrome; what is the meaning
of it, I beseech you?"

That? -- oh, nothing! The noble and free citizens of Epidaphne being, as they
declare, well satisfied of the faith, valor, wisdom, and divinity of their king,
and having, moreover, been eye-witnesses of his late superhuman agility, do
think it no more than their duty to invest his brows (in addition to the poetic
crown) with the wreath of victory in the footrace -- a wreath which it is
evident he must obtain at the celebration of the next Olympiad, and which,
therefore, they now give him in advance.

~~~ End of Text ~~~

Footnotes -- Four Beasts

{*1} Flavius Vospicus says, that the hymn here introduced was sung by the
rabble upon the occasion of Aurelian, in the Sarmatic war, having slain, with
his own hand, nine hundred and fifty of the enemy.

THE MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE

What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid
himself among women, although puzzling questions, are not beyond _all_
conjecture.

--_Sir Thomas Browne._

The mental features discoursed of as the analytical, are, in themselves, but

little susceptible of analysis. We appreciate them only in their effects. We
know of them, among other things, that they are always to their possessor,
when inordinately possessed, a source of the liveliest enjoyment. As the
strong man exults in his physical ability, delighting in such exercises as call
his muscles into action, so glories the analyst in that moral activity which
_disentangles._ He derives pleasure from even the most trivial occupations
bringing his talent into play. He is fond of enigmas, of conundrums, of
hieroglyphics; exhibiting in his solutions of each a degree of _acumen_
which appears to the ordinary apprehension præternatural. His results,
brought about by the very soul and essence of method, have, in truth, the
whole air of intuition.

The faculty of re-solution is possibly much invigorated bymathematical

study, and especially by that highest branch of it which, unjustly, and merely
on account of its retrograde operations, has been called, as if _par
excellence_, analysis. Yet to calculate is not in itself to analyse. A chess-
player, for example, does the one without effort at the other. It follows that
the game of chess, in its effects upon mental character, is greatly
misunderstood. I am not now writing a treatise, but simply prefacing a
somewhat peculiar narrative by observations very much at random; I will,
therefore, take occasion to assert that the higher powers of the reflective
intellect are more decidedly and more usefully tasked by the unostentatious
game of draughts than by a the elaborate frivolity of chess. In this latter,
where the pieces have different and _bizarre_ motions, with various and
variable values, what is only complex is mistaken (a not unusual error) for
what is profound. The _attention_ is here called powerfully into play. If it
flag for an instant, an oversight is committed resulting in injury or defeat. The
possible moves being not only manifold but involute, the chances of such
oversights are multiplied; and in nine cases out of ten it is the more
concentrative rather than the more acute player who conquers. In draughts, on
the contrary, where the moves are _unique_ and have but little variation, the
probabilities of inadvertence are diminished, and the mere attention being left
comparatively unemployed, what advantages are obtained by either party are
obtained by superior _acumen_. To be less abstract - Let us suppose a game
of draughts where the pieces are reduced to four kings, and where, of course,
no oversight is to be expected. It is obvious that here the victory can be
decided (the players being at all equal) only by some _recherché_ movement,
the result of some strong exertion of the intellect. Deprived of ordinary
resources, the analyst throws himself into the spirit of his opponent, identifies
himself therewith, and not unfrequently sees thus, at a glance, the sole
methods (sometime indeed absurdly simple ones) by which he may seduce
into error or hurry into miscalculation.

Whist has long been noted for its influence upon what is termed the
calculating power; and men of the highest order of intellect have been known
to take an apparently unaccountable delight in it, while eschewing chess as
frivolous. Beyond doubt there is nothing of a similar nature so greatly tasking
the faculty of analysis. The best chess-player in Christendom _may_ be little
more than the best player of chess; but proficiency in whist implies capacity
for success in all those more important undertakings where mind struggles
with mind. When I say proficiency, I mean that perfection in the game which
includes a comprehension of _all_ the sources whence legitimate advantage
may be derived. These are not only manifold but multiform, and lie
frequently among recesses of thought altogether inaccessible to the ordinary
understanding. To observe attentively is to remember distinctly; and, so far,
the concentrative chess-player will do very well at whist; while the rules of
Hoyle (themselves based upon the mere mechanism of the game) are
sufficiently and generallycomprehensible. Thus to have a retentive memory,
and to proceed by "the book," are points commonly regarded as the sum total
of good playing. But it is in matters beyond the limits of mere rule that the
skill of the analyst is evinced. He makes, in silence, a host of observations
and inferences. So, perhaps, do his companions; and the difference in the
extent of the information obtained, lies not so much in the validity of the
inference as in the quality of the observation. The necessary knowledge is
that of _what_ to observe. Our player confines himself not at all; nor, because
the game is the object, does he reject deductions from things external to the
game. He examines the countenance of his partner, comparing it carefully
with that of each of his opponents. He considers the mode of assorting the
cards in each hand; often counting trump by trump, and honor by honor,
through the glances bestowed by their holders upon each. He notes every
variation of face as the play progresses, gathering a fund of thought from the
differences in the expression of certainty, of surprise, of triumph, or of
chagrin. From the manner of gathering up a trick he judges whether the
person taking it can make another in the suit. He recognises what is played
through feint, by the air with which it is thrown upon the table. A casual or
inadvertent word; the accidental dropping or turning of a card, with the
accompanying anxiety or carelessness in regard to itsconcealment; the
counting of the tricks, with the order of their arrangement; embarrassment,
hesitation, eagerness or trepidation - all afford, to his apparently intuitive
perception, indications of the true state of affairs. The first two or three
rounds having been played, he is in full possession of the contents of each
hand, and thenceforward puts down his cards with as absolute a precision of
purpose as if the rest of the party had turned outward the faces of their own.

The analytical power should not be confounded with ample ingenuity; for
while the analyst is necessarily ingenious, the ingenious man is often
remarkably incapable of analysis. The constructive or combining power, by
which ingenuity is usually manifested, and to which the phrenologists (I
believe erroneously) have assigned a separate organ, supposing it a primitive
faculty, has been so frequently seen in those whose intellect bordered
otherwise upon idiocy, as to have attracted general observation among writers
on morals. Between ingenuity and the analytic ability there exists a difference
far greater, indeed, than that between the fancy and the imagination, but of a
character very strictly analogous. It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious
are always fanciful, and the _truly_ imaginative never otherwise than
analytic.

The narrative which follows will appear to the reader somewhat in the light
of a commentary upon the propositions just advanced.

Residing in Paris during the spring and part of the summer of 18--, I there
became acquainted with a Monsieur C. Auguste Dupin. This young
gentleman was of an excellent - indeed of an illustrious family, but, by a
variety of untoward events, had been reduced to such poverty that the energy
of his character succumbed beneath it, and he ceased to bestir himself in the
world, or to care for the retrieval of his fortunes. By courtesy of his creditors,
there still remained in his possession a small remnant of his patrimony; and,
upon the income arising from this, he managed, by means of a rigorous
economy, to procure the necessaries of life, without troubling himself about
its superfluities. Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries, and in Paris these are
easily obtained.

Our first meeting was at an obscure library in the Rue Montmartre, where the
accident of our both being in search of the same very rare and very
remarkable volume, brought us into closer communion. We saw each other
again and again. I was deeply interested in the little family history which he
detailed to me with all that candor which a Frenchman indulges whenever
mere self is his theme. I was astonished, too, at the vast extent of his reading;
and, above all, I felt my soul enkindled within me by the wild fervor, and the
vivid freshness of his imagination. Seeking in Paris the objects I then sought,
I felt that the societyof such a man would be to me a treasure beyond price;
and this feeling I frankly confided to him. It was at length arranged that we
should live together during my stay in the city; and as my worldly
circumstances were somewhat less embarrassed than his own, I was
permitted to be at the expense of renting, and furnishing in a style which
suited the rather fantastic gloom of our common temper, a time-eaten and
grotesque mansion, long deserted through superstitions into which we did not
inquire, and tottering to its fall in a retired and desolate portion of the
Faubourg St. Germain.

Had the routine of our life at this place been known to the world, we should
have been regarded as madmen - although, perhaps, as madmen of a harmless
nature. Our seclusion was perfect. We admitted no visitors. Indeed the
locality of our retirement had been carefully kept a secret from my own
former associates; and it had been many years since Dupin had ceased to
know or be known in Paris. We existed within ourselves alone.

It was a freak of fancy in my friend (for what else shall I call it?) to be
enamored of the Night for her own sake; and into this _bizarrerie_, as into all
his others, I quietly fell; giving myself up to his wild whims with a perfect
_abandon_. The sable divinity would not herself dwell with us always; but
we could counterfeit her presence. At the first dawn of the morning we closed
all the messy shutters of our old building; lighting a couple of tapers which,
strongly perfumed, threw out only the ghastliest and feeblest of rays. By the
aid of these we then busied our souls in dreams - reading, writing, or
conversing, until warned by the clock of the advent of the true Darkness.
Then we sallied forth into the streets arm in arm, continuing the topics of the
day, or roaming far and wide until a late hour, seeking, amid the wild lights
and shadows of the populous city, that infinity of mental excitement which
quiet observation can afford.

At such times I could not help remarking and admiring (although from his
rich ideality I had been prepared to expect it) a peculiar analytic ability in
Dupin. He seemed, too, to take an eager delight in its exercise - if not exactly
in its display - and did not hesitate to confess the pleasure thus derived. He
boastedto me, with a low chuckling laugh, that most men, in respect to
himself, wore windows in their bosoms, and was wont to follow up such
assertions by direct and very startling proofs of his intimate knowledge of my
own. His manner at these moments was frigid and abstract; his eyes were
vacant in expression; while his voice, usually a rich tenor, rose into a treble
which would have sounded petulantly but for the deliberateness and entire
 distinctness of the enunciation. Observing him in these moods, I often dwelt
meditatively upon the old philosophy of the Bi-Part Soul, and amused myself
with the fancy of a double Dupin - the creative and the resolvent.

Let it not be supposed, from what I have just said, that I am detailing any
mystery, or penning any romance. What I have described in the Frenchman,
was merely the result of an excited, or perhaps of a diseased intelligence. But
of the character of his remarks at the periods in question an example will best
convey the idea.

We were strolling one night down a long dirty street in the vicinity of the
Palais Royal. Being both, apparently, occupied with thought, neither of us
had spoken a syllable for fifteen minutes at least. All at once Dupin broke
forth with these words:

"He is a very little fellow, that's true, and would do better for the _Théâtre des
Variétés_."

"There can be no doubt of that," I replied unwittingly, and not at first

observing (so much had I been absorbed in reflection) the extraordinary
manner in which the speaker had chimed in with my meditations. In an
instant afterward I recollected myself, and my astonishment was profound.

"Dupin," said I, gravely, "this is beyond my comprehension. I do not hesitate

to say that I am amazed, and can scarcely credit my senses. How was it
possible you should know I was thinking of ----- ?" Here I paused, to
ascertain beyond a doubt whether he really knew of whom I thought.

% "of Chantilly," said he, "why do you pause? You were remarking to yourself
that his diminutive figure unfitted him for tragedy."
This was precisely what had formed the subject of my reflections. Chantilly
was a _quondam_ cobbler of the Rue St. Denis, who, becoming stage-mad,
had attempted the _rôle_ of Xerxes, in Crébillon's tragedy so called, and been
notoriously Pasquinaded for his pains.

"Tell me, for Heaven's sake," I exclaimed, "the method - if method there is -
by which you have been enabled to fathom my soul in this matter." In fact I
was even more startled than I would have been willing to express.
"It was the fruiterer," replied my friend, "who brought you to the conclusion
that the mender of soles was not of sufficient height for Xerxes _et id genus
omne_."

"The fruiterer! - you astonish me - I know no fruiterer whomsoever."

"The man who ran up against you as we entered the street - it may have been
fifteen minutes ago."

I now remembered that, in fact, a fruiterer, carrying upon his head a large
basket of apples, had nearly thrown me down, by accident, as we passed from
the Rue C ---- into the thoroughfare where we stood; but what this had to do
with Chantilly I could not possibly understand.

There was not a particle of _charlâtanerie_ about Dupin. "I will explain," he
said, "and that you may comprehend all clearly, we will first retrace the
course of your meditations, from the moment in which I spoke to you until
that of the _rencontre_ with the fruiterer in question. The larger links of the
chain run thus - Chantilly, Orion, Dr. Nichols, Epicurus, Stereotomy, the
street stones, the fruiterer."

There are few persons who have not, at some period of their lives, amused
themselves in retracing the steps by which particular conclusions of their own
minds have been attained. The occupation is often full of interest and he who
attempts it for the first time is astonished by the apparently illimitable
distance and incoherence between the starting-point and the goal. What, then,
must have been my amazement when I heard the Frenchman speak what he
had just spoken, and when I could not help acknowledging that he had
spoken the truth. He continued:

"We had been talking of horses, if I remember aright, just before leaving the
Rue C ---- . This was the last subject we discussed. As we crossed into this
street, a fruiterer, with a large basket upon his head, brushing quickly past us,
thrust you upon a pile of paving stones collected at a spot where the
causeway is undergoing repair. You stepped upon one of the loose fragments,
slipped, slightly strained your ankle, appeared vexed or sulky, muttered a few
words, turned to look at the pile, and then proceeded in silence. I was not
particularly attentive to what you did; but observation has become with me,
of late, a species of necessity.

"You kept your eyes upon the ground - glancing, with a petulant expression,
at the holes and ruts in the pavement, (so that I saw you were still thinking of
the stones,) until we reached the little alley called Lamartine, which has been
paved, by way of experiment, with the overlapping and riveted blocks. Here
your countenance brightened up, and, perceiving your lips move, I could not
doubt that you murmured the word 'stereotomy,' a term very affectedly
applied to this species of pavement. I knew that you could not say to yourself
'stereotomy' without being brought to think of atomies, and thus of the
theories of Epicurus; and since, when we discussed this subject not very long
ago, I mentioned to you how singularly, yet with how little notice, the vague
guesses of that noble Greek had met with confirmation in the late nebular
cosmogony, I felt that you could not avoid casting your eyes upward to the
great _nebula_ in Orion, and I certainly expected that you would do so. You
did look up; and I was now assured that I had correctly followed your steps.
But in that bitter _tirade_ upon Chantilly, which appeared in yesterday's
'_Musée_,' the satirist, making some disgraceful allusions to the cobbler s
change of name upon assuming the buskin, quoted a Latin line about which
we have often conversed. I mean the line

Perdidit antiquum litera sonum.

I had told you that this was in reference to Orion, formerly written Urion;
and, from certain pungencies connected with this explanation, I was aware
that you could not have forgotten it. It was clear, therefore, that you would
not fail to combine the two ideas of Orion and Chantilly. That you did
combine them I saw by the character of the smile which passed over your
lips. You thought of the poor cobbler's immolation. So far, you had been
stooping in your gait; but now I saw you draw yourself up to your full height.
I was then sure that you reflected upon the diminutive figure of Chantilly. At
this point I interrupted your meditations to remark that as, in fact, be was a
very little fellow - that Chantilly - he would do better at the _Théâtre des
Variétés_."

Not long after this, we were looking over an evening edition of the "Gazette
des Tribunaux," when the following paragraphs arrested our attention.
"EXTRAORDINARY MURDERS. - This morning, about three o'clock, the
inhabitants of the Quartier St. Roch were aroused from sleep by a succession
of terrific shrieks, issuing, apparently, from the fourth story of a house in the
Rue Morgue, known to be in the sole occupancy of one Madame L'Espanaye,
and her daughter Mademoiselle Camille L'Espanaye. After some delay,
occasioned by a fruitless attempt to procure admission in the usual manner,
the gateway was broken in with a crowbar, and eight or ten of the neighbors
entered accompanied by two _gendarmes_. By this time the cries had ceased;
but, as the party rushed up the first flight of stairs, two or more rough voices
in angry contention were distinguished and seemed to proceed from the upper
part of the house. As the second landing was reached, these sounds, also, had
ceased and everything remained perfectly quiet. The party spread themselves
and hurried from room to room. Upon arriving at a large back chamber in the
fourth story, (the door of which, being found locked, with the key inside, was
forced open,) a spectacle presented itself which struck every one present not
less with horror than with astonishment.

"The apartment was in the wildest disorder - the furniture broken and thrown
about in all directions. There was only one bedstead; and from this the bed
had been removed, and thrown into the middle of the floor. On a chair lay a
razor, besmeared with blood. On the hearth were two or three long and thick
tresses of grey human hair, also dabbled in blood, and seeming to have been
pulled out by the roots. Upon the floor were found four Napoleons, an ear-
ring of topaz, three large silver spoons, three smaller of_ métal d'Alger_, and
two bags, containing nearly four thousand francs in gold. The drawers of a
_bureau_, which stood in one corner were open, and had been, apparently,
rifled, although many articles still remained in them. A small iron safe was
discovered under the _bed_ (not under the bedstead). It was open, with the
key still in the door. It had no contents beyond a few old letters, and other
papers of little consequence.

"Of Madame L'Espanaye no traces were here seen; but an unusual quantity of
soot being observed in the fire-place, a search was made in the chimney, and
(horrible to relate!) the; corpse of the daughter, head downward, was dragged
therefrom; it having been thus forced up the narrow aperture for a
considerable distance. The body was quite warm. Upon examining it, many
excoriations were perceived, no doubt occasioned by the violence with which
it had been thrust up and disengaged. Upon the face were many severe
scratches, and, upon the throat, dark bruises, and deep indentations of finger
nails, as if the deceased had been throttled to death.

"After a thorough investigation of every portion of the house, without farther

discovery, the party made its way into a small paved yard in the rear of the
building, where lay the corpse of the old lady, with her throat so entirely cut
that, upon an attempt to raise her, the head fell off. The body, as well as the
head, was fearfully mutilated - the former so much so as scarcely to retain
any semblance of humanity.

"To this horrible mystery there is not as yet, we believe, the slightest clew."

The next day's paper had these additional particulars.

"_The Tragedy in the Rue Morgue._ Many individuals have been examined
in relation to this most extraordinary and frightful affair. [The word 'affaire'
has not yet, in France, that levity of import which it conveys with us,] "but
nothing whatever has transpired to throw light upon it. We give below all the
material testimony elicited.

"_Pauline Dubourg_, laundress, deposes that she has known both the
deceased for three years, having washed for them during that period. The old
lady and her daughter seemed on good terms - veryaffectionate towards each
other. They were excellent pay. Could not speak in regard to their mode or
means of living. Believed that Madame L. told fortunes for a living. Was
reputed to have money put by. Never met any persons in the house when she
called for the clothes or took them home. Was sure that they had no servant in
employ. There appeared to be no furniture in any part of the building except
in the fourth story.

"_Pierre Moreau_, tobacconist, deposes that he has been in the habit of

selling small quantities of tobacco and snuff to Madame L'Espanaye for
nearly four years. Was born in the neighborhood, and has always resided
there. The deceased and her daughter had occupied the house in which the
corpses were found, for more than six years. It was formerly occupied by a
jeweller, who under-let the upper rooms to various persons. The house was
the property of Madame L. She became dissatisfied with the abuse of the
premises by her tenant, and moved into them herself, refusing to let any
portion. The old lady was childish. Witness had seen the daughter some five
or six times during the six years. The two lived an exceedingly retired life -
were reputed to have money. Had heard it said among the neighbors that
Madame L. told fortunes - did not believe it. Had never seen any person enter
the door except the old lady and her daughter, a porter once or twice, and a
physician some eight or ten times.

"Many other persons, neighbors, gave evidence to the same effect. No one
was spoken of as frequenting the house. It was not known whether there were
any living connexions of Madame L. and her daughter. The shutters of the
front windows were seldom opened. Those in the rear were always closed,
with the exception of the large back room, fourth story. The house was a good
house - not very old.

"_Isidore Muset_, _gendarme_, deposes that he was called to the house about
three o'clock in the morning, and found some twenty or thirty persons at the
gateway, endeavoring to gain admittance. Forced it open, at length, with a
bayonet - not with a crowbar. Had but little difficulty in getting it open, on
account of its being a double or folding gate, and bolted neither at bottom not
top. The shrieks were continued until the gate was forced - and then suddenly
ceased. They seemed to be screams of some person (or persons) in great
agony - were loud and drawn out, not short and quick. Witness led the way up
stairs. Upon reaching the first landing, heard two voices in loud and angry
contention - the one a gruff voice, the other much shriller - a very strange
voice. Could distinguish some words of the former, which was that of a
Frenchman. Was positive that it was not a woman's voice. Could distinguish
the words '_sacré_' and '_diable._' The shrill voice was that of a foreigner.
Could not be sure whether it was the voice of a man or of a woman. Could
not make out what was said, but believed the language to be Spanish. The
state of the room and of the bodies was described by this witness as we
described them yesterday.

"_Henri Duval_, a neighbor, and by trade a silver-smith, deposes that he was

one of the party who first entered the house. Corroborates the testimony of
Musèt in general. As soon as they forced an entrance, they reclosed the door,
to keep out the crowd, which collected very fast, notwithstanding the lateness
of the hour. The shrill voice, this witness thinks, was that of an Italian. Was
certain it was not French. Could not be sure that it was a man's voice. It might
have been a woman's. Was not acquainted with the Italian language. Could
not distinguish the words, but was convinced by the intonation that the
speaker was an Italian. Knew Madame L. and her daughter. Had conversed
with both frequently. Was sure that the shrill voice was not that of either of
the deceased.

"-- _Odenheimer, restaurateur._ This witness volunteered his testimony. Not

speaking French, was examined through an interpreter. Is a native of
Amsterdam. Was passing the house at the time of the shrieks. They lasted for
several minutes - probably ten. They were long and loud - very awful and
distressing. Was one of those who entered the building. Corroborated the
previous evidence in every respect but one. Was sure that the shrill voice was
that of a man - of a Frenchman. Could not distinguish the words uttered. They
were loud and quick - unequal - spoken apparently in fear as well as in anger.
The voice was harsh - not so much shrill as harsh. Could not call it a shrill
voice. The gruff voice said repeatedly '_sacré_,' '_diable_,' and once '_mon
Dieu._'

"_Jules Mignaud_, banker, of the firm of Mignaud et Fils, Rue Deloraine. Is

the elder Mignaud. Madame L'Espanaye had some property. Had opened an
account with his banking house in the spring of the year - (eight years
previously). Made frequent deposits in small sums. Had checked for nothing
until the third day before her death, when she took out in person the sum of
4000 francs. This sum was paid in gold, and a clerk went home with the
money.

"_Adolphe Le Bon_, clerk to Mignaud et Fils, deposes that on the day in

question, about noon, he accompanied Madame L'Espanaye to her residence
with the 4000 francs, put up in two bags. Upon the door being opened,
Mademoiselle L. appeared and took from his hands one of the bags, while the
old lady relieved him of the other. He then bowed and departed. Did not see
any person in the street at the time. It is a bye-street - very lonely.

"_William Bird_, tailor deposes that he was one of the party who entered the
house. Is an Englishman. Has lived in Paris two years. Was one of the first to
ascend the stairs. Heard the voices in contention. The gruff voice was that of
a Frenchman. Could make out several words, but cannot now remember all.
Heard distinctly '_sacré_' and '_mon Dieu._' There was a sound at the
moment as if of several persons struggling - a scraping and scuffling sound.
The shrill voice was very loud - louder than the gruff one. Is sure that it was
not the voice of an Englishman. Appeared to be that of a German. Might have
been a woman's voice. Does not understand German.

"Four of the above-named witnesses, being recalled, deposed that the door of
the chamber in which was found the body of Mademoiselle L. was locked on
the inside when the party reached it. Every thing was perfectly silent - no
groans or noises of any kind. Upon forcing the door no person was seen. The
windows, both of the back and front room, were down and firmly fastened
from within. A door between the two rooms was closed, but not locked. The
door leading from the front room into the passage was locked, with the key
on the inside. A small room in the front of the house, on the fourth story, at
the head of the passage was open, the door being ajar. This room was
crowded with old beds, boxes, and so forth. These were carefully removed
and searched. There was not an inch of any portion of the house which was
not carefully searched. Sweeps were sent up and down the chimneys. The
house was a four story one, with garrets (_mansardes._) A trap-door on the
roof was nailed down very securely - did not appear to have been opened for
years. The time elapsing between the hearing of the voices in contention and
the breaking open of the room door, was variously stated by the witnesses.
Some made it as short as three minutes - some as long as five. The door was
opened with difficulty.

"_Alfonzo Garcio_, undertaker, deposes that he resides in the Rue Morgue. Is

a native of Spain. Was one of the party who entered the house. Did not
proceed up stairs. Is nervous, and was apprehensive of the consequences of
agitation. Heard the voices in contention. The gruff voice was that of a
Frenchman. Could not distinguish what was said. The shrill voice was that of
an Englishman - is sure of this. Does not understand the English language,
but judges by the intonation.

"_Alberto Montani_, confectioner, deposes that he was among the first to

ascend the stairs. Heard the voices in question. The gruff voice was that of a
Frenchman. Distinguished several words. The speaker appeared to be
expostulating. Could not make out the words of the shrill voice. Spoke quick
and unevenly. Thinks it the voice of a Russian. Corroborates the general
testimony. Is an Italian. Never conversed with a native of Russia.

"Several witnesses, recalled, here testified that the chimneys of all the rooms
on the fourth story were too narrow to admit the passage of a human being.
By 'sweeps' were meant cylindrical sweeping brushes, such as are employed
by those who clean chimneys. These brushes were passed up and down every
flue in the house. There is no back passage by which any one could have
descended while the party proceeded up stairs. The body of Mademoiselle
L'Espanaye was so firmly wedged in the chimney that it could not be got
down until four or five of the party united their strength.

"_Paul Dumas_, physician, deposes that he was called to view the bodies
about day-break. They were both then lying on the sacking of the bedstead in
the chamber where Mademoiselle L. was found. The corpse of the young lady
was much bruised and excoriated. The fact that it had been thrust up the
chimney would sufficiently account for these appearances. The throat was
greatly chafed. There were several deep scratches just below the chin,
together with a series of livid spots which were evidently the impression of
fingers. The face was fearfully discolored, and the eye-balls protruded. The
tongue had been partially bitten through. A large bruise was discovered upon
the pit of the stomach, produced, apparently, by the pressure of a knee. In the
opinion of M. Dumas, Mademoiselle L'Espanaye had been throttled to death
by some person or persons unknown. The corpse of the mother was horribly
mutilated. All the bones of the right leg and arm were more or less shattered.
The left _tibia_ much splintered, as well as all the ribs of the left side. Whole
body dreadfully bruised and discolored. It was not possible to say how the
injuries had been inflicted. A heavy club of wood, or a broad bar of iron - a
chair - any large, heavy, and obtuse weapon would have produced such
results, if wielded by the hands of a very powerful man. No woman could
have inflicted the blows with any weapon. The head of the deceased, when
seen by witness, was entirely separated from the body, and was also greatly
shattered. The throat had evidently been cut with some very sharp instrument
- probably with a razor.

"_Alexandre Etienne_, surgeon, was called with M. Dumas to view the

bodies. Corroborated the testimony, and the opinions of M. Dumas.

"Nothing farther of importance was elicited, although several other persons

were examined. A murder so mysterious, and so perplexing in all its
particulars, was never before committed in Paris - if indeed a murder has
been committed at all. The police are entirely at fault - an unusual occurrence
in affairs of this nature. There is not, however, the shadow of a clew
apparent."

The evening edition of the paper stated that the greatest excitement still
continued in the Quartier St. Roch - that the premises in question had been
carefully re-searched, and fresh examinations of witnesses instituted, but all
to no purpose. A postscript, however, mentioned that Adolphe Le Bon had
been arrested and imprisoned - although nothing appeared to criminate him,
beyond the facts already detailed.

Dupin seemed singularly interested in the progress of this affair -- at least so I

judged from his manner, for he made no comments. It was only after the
announcement that Le Bon had been imprisoned, that he asked me my
opinion respecting the murders.

I could merely agree with all Paris in considering them an insoluble mystery.
I saw no means by which it would be possible to trace the murderer.

"We must not judge of the means," said Dupin, "by this shell of an
examination. The Parisian police, so much extolled for _acumen_, are
cunning, but no more. There is no method in their proceedings, beyond the
method of the moment. They make a vast parade of measures; but, not
unfrequently, these are so ill adapted to the objects proposed, as to put us in
mind of Monsieur Jourdain's calling for his _robe-de-chambre - pour mieux
entendre la musique._ The results attained by them are not unfrequently
surprising, but, for the most part, are brought about by simple diligence and
activity. When these qualities are unavailing, their schemes fail. Vidocq, for
example, was a good guesser and a persevering man. But, without educated
thought, he erred continually by the very intensity of hisinvestigations. He
impaired his vision by holding the object too close. He might see, perhaps,
one or two points with unusual clearness, but in so doing he, necessarily, lost
sight of the matter as a whole. Thus there is such a thing as being too
profound. Truth is not always in a well. In fact, as regards the more important
knowledge, I do believe that she is invariably superficial. The depth lies in
the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is
found. The modes and sources of this kind of error are well typified in the
contemplation of the heavenly bodies. To look at a star by glances - to view it
in a side-long way, by turning toward it the exterior portions of the _retina_
(more susceptible of feeble impressions of light than the interior), is to behold
the star distinctly - is to have the best appreciation of its lustre - a lustre
which grows dim just in proportion as we turn our vision _fully_ upon it. A
greater number of rays actually fall upon the eye in the latter case, but, in the
former, there is the more refined capacity for comprehension. By undue
profundity we perplex and enfeeble thought; and it is possible to make even
Venus herself vanish from the firmanent by a scrutiny too sustained, too
concentrated, or too direct.

"As for these murders, let us enter into some examinations for ourselves,
before we make up an opinion respecting them. An inquiry will afford us
amusement," [I thought this an odd term, so applied, but said nothing] "and,
besides, Le Bon once rendered me a service for which I am not ungrateful.
We will go and see the premises with our own eyes. I know G----, the Prefect
of Police, and shall have no difficulty in obtaining the necessary permission."

The permission was obtained, and we proceeded at once to the Rue Morgue.
This is one of those miserable thoroughfares which intervene between the
Rue Richelieu and the Rue St. Roch. It was late in the afternoon when we
reached it; as this quarter is at a great distance from that in which we resided.
The house was readily found; for there were still many persons gazing up at
the closed shutters, with an objectless curiosity, from the opposite side of the
way. It was an ordinary Parisian house, with a gateway, on one side of which
was a glazed watch-box, with a sliding panel in the window, indicating a
_loge de concierge._ Before going in we walked up the street, turned down
an alley, and then, again turning, passed in the rear of the building - Dupin,
meanwhile examining the whole neighborhood, as well as the house, with a
minuteness of attention for which I could see no possible object.

Retracing our steps, we came again to the front of the dwelling, rang, and,
having shown our credentials, were admitted by the agents in charge. We
went up stairs - into the chamber where the body of Mademoiselle
L'Espanaye had been found, and where both the deceased still lay. The
disorders of the room had, as usual, been suffered to exist. I saw nothing
beyond what had been stated in the "Gazette des Tribunaux." Dupin
scrutinized every thing - not excepting the bodies of the victims. We then
went into the other rooms, and into the yard; a _gendarme_ accompanying us
throughout. The examination occupied us until dark, when we took our
departure. On our way home my companion stepped in for a moment at the
office of one of the daily papers.

I have said that the whims of my friend were manifold, and that _Je les
ménagais_: - for this phrase there is no English equivalent. It was his humor,
now, to decline all conversation on the subject of the murder, until about noon
the next day. He then asked me, suddenly, if I had observed any thing
_peculiar_ at the scene of the atrocity.

There was something in his manner of emphasizing the word "peculiar,"

which caused me to shudder, without knowing why.

"No, nothing _peculiar_," I said; "nothing more, at least, than we both saw
stated in the paper."

"The 'Gazette,' " he replied, "has not entered, I fear, into the unusual horror of
the thing. But dismiss the idle opinions of this print. It appears to me that this
mystery is considered insoluble, for the very reason which should cause it to
be regarded as easy of solution - I mean for the _outré_ character of its
features. The police are confounded by the seeming absence of motive - not
for the murder itself - but for the atrocity of the murder. They are puzzled,
too, by the seeming impossibility of reconciling the voices heard in
contention, with the facts that no one was discovered up stairs but the
assassinated Mademoiselle L'Espanaye, and that there were no means of
egress without the notice of the party ascending. The wild disorder of the
room; the corpse thrust, with the head downward, up the chimney; the
frightful mutilation of the body of the old lady; these considerations, with
those just mentioned, and others which I need not mention, have sufficed to
paralyze the powers, by putting completely at fault the boasted _acumen_, of
the government agents. They have fallen into the gross but common error of
confounding the unusual with the abstruse. But it is by these deviations from
the plane of the ordinary, that reason feels its way, if at all, in its search for
the true. In investigations such as we are now pursuing, it should not be so
much asked 'what has occurred,' as 'what has occurred that has never
occurred before.' In fact, the facility with which I shall arrive, or have arrived,
at the solution of this mystery, is in the direct ratio of its apparent insolubility
in the eyes of the police."

I stared at the speaker in mute astonishment.

"I am now awaiting," continued he, looking toward the door of our apartment
- "I am now awaiting a person who, although perhaps not the perpetrator of
these butcheries, must have been in some measure implicated in their
perpetration. Of the worst portion of the crimes committed, it is probable that
he is innocent. I hope that I am right in this supposition; for upon it I build
my expectation of reading the entire riddle. I look for the man here - in this
room - every moment. It is true that he may not arrive; but the probability is
that he will. Should he come, it will be necessary to detain him. Here are
pistols; and we both know how to use them when occasion demands their
use."

I took the pistols, scarcely knowing what I did, or believing what I heard,
while Dupin went on, very much as if in a soliloquy. I have already spoken of
his abstract manner at such times. His discourse was addressed to myself; but
his voice, although by no means loud, had that intonation which is commonly
employed in speaking to some one at a great distance. His eyes, vacant in
expression, regarded only the wall.

"That the voices heard in contention," he said, "by the party upon the stairs,
were not the voices of the women themselves, was fully proved by the
evidence. This relieves us of all doubt upon the question whether the old lady
could have first destroyed the daughter and afterward have committed
suicide. I speak of this point chiefly for the sake of method; for the strength
of Madame L'Espanaye would have been utterly unequal to the task of
thrusting her daughter's corpse up the chimney as it was found; and the nature
of the wounds upon her own person entirely preclude the idea of self-
destruction. Murder, then, has been committed by some third party; and the
voices of this third party were those heard in contention. Let me now advert -
not to the whole testimony respecting these voices - but to what was
_peculiar_ in that testimony. Did you observe any thing peculiar about it?"

I remarked that, while all the witnesses agreed in supposing the gruff voice to
be that of a Frenchman, there was much disagreement in regard to the shrill,
or, as one individual termed it, the harsh voice.

"That was the evidence itself," said Dupin, "but it was not the peculiarity of
the evidence. You have observed nothing distinctive. Yet there _was_
something to be observed. The witnesses, as you remark, agreed about the
gruff voice; they were here unanimous. But in regard to the shrill voice, the
peculiarity is - not that they disagreed - but that, while an Italian, an
Englishman, a Spaniard, a Hollander, and a Frenchman attempted to describe
it, each one spoke of it as that _of a foreigner_. Each is sure that it was not
the voice of one of his own countrymen. Each likens it - not to the voice of an
individual of any nation with whose language he is conversant - but the
converse. The Frenchman supposes it the voice of a Spaniard, and 'might
have distinguished some words _had he been acquainted with the Spanish._'
The Dutchman maintains it to have been that of a Frenchman; but we find it
stated that '_not understanding French this witness was examined through an
interpreter._' The Englishman thinks it the voice of a German, and '_does not
understand German._' The Spaniard 'is sure' that it was that of an
Englishman, but 'judges by the intonation' altogether, '_as he has no
knowledge of the English._' The Italian believes it the voice of a Russian, but
'_has never conversed with a native of Russia._' A second Frenchman differs,
moreover, with the first, and is positive that the voice was that of an Italian;
but, _not being cognizant of that tongue_, is, like the Spaniard, 'convinced by
the intonation.' Now, how strangely unusual must that voice have really been,
about which such testimony as this _could_ have been elicited! - in whose
_tones_, even, denizens of the five great divisions of Europe could recognise
nothing familiar! You will say that it might have been the voice of an Asiatic
- of an African. Neither Asiatics nor Africans abound in Paris; but, without
denying the inference, I will now merely call your attention to three points.
The voice is termed by one witness 'harsh rather than shrill.' It is represented
by two others to have been 'quick and _unequal._' No words - no sounds
resembling words - were by any witness mentioned as distinguishable.

"I know not," continued Dupin, "what impression I may have made, so far,
upon your own understanding; but I do not hesitate to say that legitimate
deductions even from this portion of the testimony - the portion respecting
the gruff and shrill voices - are in themselves sufficient to engender a
suspicion which should give direction to all farther progress in the
investigation of the mystery. I said 'legitimate deductions;' but my meaning is
not thus fully expressed. I designed to imply that the deductions are the
_sole_ proper ones, and that the suspicion arises _inevitably_ from them as
the single result. What the suspicion is, however, I will not say just yet. I
merely wish you to bear in mind that, with myself, it wassufficiently forcible
to give a definite form - a certain tendency - to my inquiries in the chamber.

"Let us now transport ourselves, in fancy, to this chamber. What shall we first
seek here? The means of egress employed by the murderers. It is not too
much to say that neither of us believe in præternatural events. Madame and
Mademoiselle L'Espanaye were not destroyed by spirits. The doers of the
deed were material, and escaped materially. Then how? Fortunately, there is
but one mode of reasoning upon the point, and that mode _must_ lead us to a
definite decision. - Let us examine, each by each, the possible means of
egress. It is clear that the assassins were in the room where Mademoiselle
L'Espanaye was found, or at least in the room adjoining, when the party
ascended the stairs. It is then only from these two apartments that we have to
seek issues. The police have laid bare the floors, the ceilings, and the
masonry of the walls, in every direction. No _secret_ issues could have
escaped their vigilance. But, not trusting to _their_ eyes, I examined with my
own. There were, then, no secret issues. Both doors leading from the rooms
into the passage were securely locked, with the keys inside. Let us turn to the
chimneys. These, although of ordinary width for some eight or ten feet above
the hearths, will not admit, throughout their extent, the body of a large cat.
The impossibility of egress, by means already stated, being thus absolute, we
are reduced to the windows. Through those of the front room no one could
have escaped without notice from the crowd in the street. The murderers
_must_ have passed, then, through those of the back room. Now, brought to
this conclusion in so unequivocal a manner as we are, it is not our part, as
reasoners, to reject it on account of apparent impossibilities. It is only left for
us to prove that these apparent 'impossibilities' are, in reality, not such.

"There are two windows in the chamber. One of them is unobstructed by

furniture, and is wholly visible. The lower portion of the other is hidden from
view by the head of the unwieldy bedstead which is thrust close up against it.
The former was found securely fastened from within. It resisted the utmost
force of those who endeavored to raise it. A large gimlet-hole had been
pierced in its frame to the left, and a very stout nail was found fitted therein,
nearly to the head. Upon examining the other window, a similar nail was seen
similarly fitted in it; and a vigorous attempt to raise this sash, failed also. The
police were now entirely satisfied that egress had not been in these directions.
And, _therefore_, it was thought a matter of supererogation to withdraw the
nails and open the windows.

"My own examination was somewhat more particular, and was so for the
reason I have just given - because here it was, I knew, that all apparent
impossibilities _must_ be proved to be not such in reality.

"I proceeded to think thus - _à posteriori_. The murderers did escape from
one of these windows. This being so, they could not have refastened the
sashes from the inside, as they were found fastened; - the consideration which
put a stop, through its obviousness, to the scrutiny of the police in this
quarter. Yet the sashes _were_ fastened. They _must_, then, have the power
of fastening themselves. There was no escape from this conclusion. I stepped
to theunobstructed casement, withdrew the nail with some difficulty and
attempted to raise the sash. It resisted all my efforts, as I had anticipated. A
concealed spring must, I now know, exist; and this corroboration of my idea
convinced me that my premises at least, were correct, however mysterious
still appeared the circumstances attending the nails. A careful search soon
brought to light the hidden spring. I pressed it, and, satisfied with the
discovery, forbore to upraise the sash.

"I now replaced the nail and regarded it attentively. A person passing out
through this window might have reclosed it, and the spring would have
caught - but the nail could not have been replaced. The conclusion was plain,
and again narrowed in the field of my investigations. The assassins _must_
have escaped through the other window. Supposing, then, the springs upon
each sash to be the same, as was probable, there _must_ be found a difference
between the nails, or at least between the modes of their fixture. Getting upon
the sacking of the bedstead, I looked over the head-board minutely at the
second casement. Passing my hand down behind the board, I readily
discovered and pressed the spring, which was, as I had supposed, identical in
character with its neighbor. I now looked at the nail. It was as stout as the
other, and apparently fitted in the same manner - driven in nearly up to the
head.

"You will say that I was puzzled; but, if you think so, you must have
misunderstood the nature of the inductions. To use a sporting phrase, I had
not been once 'at fault.' The scent had never for an instant been lost. There
was no flaw in any link of the chain. I had traced the secret to its ultimate
result, - and that result was _the nail._ It had, I say, in every respect, the
appearance of its fellow in the other window; but this fact was an absolute
nullity (conclusive us it might seem to be) when compared with the
consideration that here, at this point, terminated the clew. 'There _must_ be
something wrong,' I said, 'about the nail.' I touched it; and the head, with
about a quarter of an inch of the shank, came off in my fingers. The rest of
the shank was in the gimlet-hole where it had been broken off. The fracture
was an old one (for its edges were incrusted with rust), and had apparently
been accomplished by the blow of a hammer, which had partially imbedded,
in the top of the bottom sash, the head portion of the nail. I now carefully
replaced this head portion in the indentation whence I had taken it, and the
resemblance to a perfect nail was complete - the fissure was invisible.
Pressing the spring, I gently raised the sash for a few inches; the head went
up with it, remaining firm in its bed. I closed the window, and the semblance
of the whole nail was again perfect.

"The riddle, so far, was now unriddled. The assassin had escaped through the
window which looked upon the bed. Dropping of its own accord upon his
exit (or perhaps purposely closed), it had become fastened by the spring; and
it was the retention of this spring which had been mistaken by the police for
that of the nail, - farther inquiry being thus considered unnecessary.

"The next question is that of the mode of descent. Upon this point I had been
satisfied in my walk with you around the building. About five feet and a half
from the casement in question there runs a lightning-rod. From this rod it
would have been impossible for any one to reach the window itself, to say
nothing of entering it. I observed, however, that the shutters of the fourth
story were of the peculiar kind called by Parisian carpenters _ferrades_ - a
kind rarely employed at the present day, but frequently seen upon very old
mansions at Lyons and Bourdeaux. They are in the form of an ordinary door,
(a single, not a folding door) except that the lower half is latticed or worked
in open trellis - thus affording an excellent hold for the hands. In the present
instance these shutters are fully three feet and a half broad. When we saw
them from the rear of the house, they were both about half open - that is to
say, they stood off at right angles from the wall. It is probable that the police,
as well as myself, examined the back of the tenement; but, if so, in looking at
these _ferrades_ in the line of their breadth (as they must have done), they did
not perceive this great breadth itself, or, at all events, failed to take it into due
consideration. In fact, having once satisfied themselves that no egress could
have been made in this quarter, they would naturally bestow here a very
cursory examination. It was clear to me, however, that the shutter belonging
to the window at the head of the bed, would, if swung fully back to the wall,
reach to within two feet of the lightning-rod. It was also evident that, by
exertion of a very unusual degree of activity and courage, an entrance into the
window, from the rod, might have been thus effected. - By reaching to the
distance of two feet and a half (we now suppose the shutter open to its whole
extent) a robber might have taken a firm grasp upon the trellis-work. Letting
go, then, his hold upon the rod, placing his feet securely against the wall, and
springing boldly from it, he might have swung the shutter so as to close it,
and, if we imagine the window open at the time, might even have swung
himself into the room.

"I wish you to bear especially in mind that I have spoken of a _very_ unusual
degree of activity as requisite to success in so hazardous and so difficult a
feat. It is my design to show you, first, that the thing might possibly have
been accomplished: - but, secondly and _chiefly_, I wish to impress upon
your understanding the _very extraordinary_ - the almost præternatural
character of that agility which could have accomplished it.

"You will say, no doubt, using the language of the law, that 'to make out my
case,' I should rather undervalue, than insist upon a full estimation of the
activity required in this matter. This may be the practice in law, but it is not
the usage of reason. My ultimate object is only the truth. My immediate
purpose is to lead you to place in juxta-position, that _very unusual_ activity
of which I have just spoken with that _very peculiar_ shrill (or harsh) and
_unequal_ voice, about whose nationality no two persons could be found to
agree, and in whose utterance no syllabification could be detected."

At these words a vague and half-formed conception of the meaning of Dupin

flitted over my mind. I seemed to be upon the verge of comprehension
without power to comprehend - men, at times, find themselves upon the brink
of remembrance without being able, in the end, to remember. My friend went
on with his discourse.

"You will see," he said, "that I have shifted the question from the mode of
egress to that of ingress. It was my design to convey the idea that both were
effected in the same manner, at the same point. Let us now revert to the
interior of the room. Let us survey the appearances here. The drawers of the
bureau, it is said, had been rifled, although many articles of apparel still
remained within them. The conclusion here is absurd. It is a mere guess - a
very silly one - and no more. How are we to know that the articles found in
the drawers were not all these drawers had originally contained? Madame
L'Espanaye and her daughter lived an exceedingly retired life - saw no
company - seldom went out - had little use for numerous changes of
habiliment. Those found were at least of as good quality as any likely to be
possessed by these ladies. If a thief had taken any, why did he not take the
best - why did he not take all? In a word, why did he abandon four thousand
francs in gold to encumber himself with a bundle of linen? The gold _was
_abandoned. Nearly the whole sum mentioned by Monsieur Mignaud, the
banker, was discovered, in bags, upon the floor. I wish you, therefore, to
discard from your thoughts the blundering idea of _motive_, engendered in
the brains of the police by that portion of the evidence which speaks of
money delivered at the door of the house. Coincidences ten times as
remarkable as this (the delivery of the money, and murder committed within
three days upon the party receiving it), happen to all of us every hour of our
lives, without attracting even momentary notice. Coincidences, in general, are
great stumbling-blocks in the way of that class of thinkers who have been
educated to know nothing of the theory of probabilities - that theory to which
the most glorious objects of human research are indebted for the most
glorious of illustration. In the present instance, had the gold been gone, the
fact of its delivery three days before would have formed something more than
a coincidence. It would have been corroborative of this idea of motive. But,
under the real circumstances of the case, if we are to suppose gold the motive
of this outrage, we must also imagine the perpetrator so vacillating an idiot as
to have abandoned his gold and his motive together.

"Keeping now steadily in mind the points to which I have drawn your
attention - that peculiar voice, that unusual agility, and that startling absence
of motive in a murder so singularly atrocious as this - let us glance at the
butchery itself. Here is a woman strangled to death by manual strength, and
thrust up a chimney, head downward. Ordinary assassins employ no such
modes of murder as this. Least of all, do they thus dispose of the murdered.
In the manner of thrusting the corpse up the chimney, you will admit that
there was something _excessively outré_ - something altogether
irreconcilable with our common notions of human action, even when we
suppose the actors the most depraved of men. Think, too, how great must
have been that strength which could have thrust the body _up_ such an
aperture so forcibly that the united vigor of several persons was found barely
sufficient to drag it _down!_

"Turn, now, to other indications of the employment of a vigor most

marvellous. On the hearth were thick tresses - very thick tresses - of grey
human hair. These had been torn out by the roots. You are aware of the great
force necessary in tearing thus from the head even twenty or thirty hairs
together. You saw the locks in question as well as myself. Their roots (a
hideous sight!) were clotted with fragments of the flesh of the scalp - sure
token of the prodigious power which had been exerted in uprooting perhaps
half a million of hairs at a time. The throat of the old lady was not merely cut,
but the head absolutely severed from the body: the instrument was a mere
razor. I wish you also to look at the _brutal_ ferocity of these deeds. Of the
bruises upon the body of Madame L'Espanaye I do not speak. Monsieur
Dumas, and his worthy coadjutor Monsieur Etienne, have pronounced that
they were inflicted by some obtuse instrument; and so far these gentlemen are
very correct. The obtuse instrument was clearly the stone pavement in the
yard, upon which the victim had fallen from the window which looked in
upon the bed. This idea, however simple it may now seem, escaped the police
for the same reason that the breadth of the shutters escaped them - because,
by the affair of the nails, their perceptions had been hermetically sealed
against the possibility of the windows having ever been opened at all.

"If now, in addition to all these things, you have properly reflected upon the
odd disorder of the chamber, we have gone so far as to combine the ideas of
an agility astounding, a strength superhuman, a ferocity brutal, a butchery
without motive, a _grotesquerie_ in horror absolutely alien from humanity,
and a voice foreign in tone to the ears of men of many nations, and devoid of
all distinct or intelligible syllabification. What result, then, has ensued? What
impression have I made upon your fancy?"

I felt a creeping of the flesh as Dupin asked me the question. "A madman," I
said, "has done this deed - some raving maniac, escaped from a neighboring
_Maison de Santé._"

"In some respects," he replied, "your idea is not irrelevant. But the voices of
madmen, even in their wildest paroxysms, are never found to tally with that
peculiar voice heard upon the stairs. Madmen are of some nation, and their
language, however incoherent in its words, has always the coherence of
syllabification. Besides, the hair of a madman is not such as I now hold in my
hand. I disentangled this little tuft from the rigidly clutched fingers of
Madame L'Espanaye. Tell me what you can make of it."

"Dupin!" I said, completely unnerved; "this hair is most unusual - this is no

_human_ hair."

"I have not asserted that it is," said he; "but, before we decide this point, I
wish you to glance at the little sketch I have here traced upon this paper. It is
a _fac-simile_ drawing of what has been described in one portion of the
testimony as 'dark bruises, and deep indentations of finger nails,' upon the
throat of Mademoiselle L'Espanaye, and in another, (by Messrs. Dumas and
Etienne,) as a 'series of livid spots, evidently the impression of fingers.'

"You will perceive," continued my friend, spreading out the paper upon the
table before us, "that this drawing gives the idea of a firm and fixed hold.
There is no _slipping_ apparent. Each finger has retained - possibly until the
death of the victim - the fearful grasp by which it originally imbedded itself.
Attempt, now, to place all your fingers, at the same time, in the respective
impressions as you see them."
I made the attempt in vain.

"We are possibly not giving this matter a fair trial," he said. "The paper is
spread out upon a plane surface; but the human throat is cylindrical. Here is a
billet of wood, the circumference of which is about that of the throat. Wrap
the drawing around it, and try the experiment again."

I did so; but the difficulty was even more obvious than before. "This," I said,
"is the mark of no human hand."

"Read now," replied Dupin, "this passage from Cuvier."

It was a minute anatomical and generally descriptive account of the large

fulvous Ourang-Outang of the East Indian Islands. The gigantic stature, the
prodigious strength and activity, the wild ferocity, and the imitative
propensities of these mammalia are sufficiently well known to all. I
understood the full horrors of the murder at once.

"The description of the digits," said I, as I made an end of reading, "is in

exact accordance with this drawing. I see that no animal but an Ourang-
Outang, of the species here mentioned, could have impressed the indentations
as you have traced them. This tuft of tawny hair, too, is identical in character
with that of the beast of Cuvier. But I cannot possibly comprehend the
particulars of this frightful mystery. Besides, there were _two_ voices heard
in contention, and one of them was unquestionably the voice of a
Frenchman."

"True; and you will remember an expression attributed almost unanimously,

by the evidence, to this voice, - the expression, '_mon Dieu!_' This, under the
circumstances, has been justly characterized by one of the witnesses
(Montani, the confectioner,) as an expression of remonstrance or
expostulation. Upon these two words, therefore, I have mainly built my hopes
of a full solution of the riddle. A Frenchman was cognizant of the murder. It
is possible - indeed it is far more than probable - that he was innocent of all
participation in the bloody transactions which took place. The Ourang-
Outang may have escaped from him. He may have traced it to the chamber;
but, under the agitating circumstances which ensued, he could never have re-
captured it. It is still at large. I will not pursue these guesses - for I have no
right to call them more - since the shades of reflection upon which they are
based are scarcely of sufficient depth to be appreciable by my own intellect,
and since I could not pretend to make them intelligible to the understanding
of another. We will call them guesses then, and speak of them as such. If the
Frenchman in question is indeed, as I suppose, innocent of this atrocity, this
advertisement which I left last night, upon our return home, at the office of
'Le Monde,' (a paper devoted to the shipping interest, and much sought by
sailors,) will bring him to our residence."

He handed me a paper, and I read thus:

CAUGHT - _In the Bois de Boulogne, early in the morning of the - inst.,_
(the morning of the murder,) _a very large, tawnyOurang-Outang of the
Bornese species. The owner, (who is ascertained to be a sailor, belonging to a
Maltese vessel,) may have the animal again, upon identifying it satisfactorily,
and paying a few charges arising from its capture and keeping. Call at No.
---- , Rue ----, Faubourg St. Germain - au troisiême._

"How was it possible," I asked, "that you should know the man to be a sailor,
and belonging to a Maltese vessel?"

"I do _not_ know it," said Dupin. "I am not _sure_ of it. Here, however, is a
small piece of ribbon, which from its form, and from its greasy appearance,
has evidently been used in tying the hair in one of those long _queues_ of
which sailors are so fond. Moreover, this knot is one which few besides
sailors can tie, and is peculiar to the Maltese. I picked the ribbon up at the
foot of thelightning-rod. It could not have belonged to either of the deceased.
Now if, after all, I am wrong in my induction from this ribbon, that the
Frenchman was a sailor belonging to a Maltese vessel, still I can have done
no harm in saying what I did in the advertisement. If I am in error, he will
merely suppose that I have been misled by some circumstance into which he
will not take the trouble to inquire. But if I am right, a great point is gained.
Cognizant although innocent of the murder, the Frenchman will naturally
hesitate about replying to the advertisement - about demanding the Ourang-
Outang. He will reason thus: - 'I am innocent; I am poor; my Ourang-Outang
is of great value - to one in my circumstances a fortune of itself - why should
I lose it through idle apprehensions of danger? Here it is, within my grasp. It
was found in the Bois de Boulogne - at a vast distance from the scene of that
butchery. How can it ever be suspected that a brute beast should have done
the deed? The police are at fault - they have failed to procure the slightest
clew. Should they even trace the animal, it would be impossible to prove me
cognizant of the murder, or to implicate me in guilt on account of that
cognizance. Above all, _I am known._ The advertiser designates me as the
possessor of the beast. I am not sure to what limit his knowledge may extend.
Should I avoid claiming a property of so great value, which it is known that I
possess, I will render the animal at least, liable to suspicion. It is not my
policy to attract attention either to myself or to the beast. I will answer the
advertisement, get the Ourang-Outang, and keep it close until this matter has
blown over.' "

At this moment we heard a step upon the stairs.

"Be ready," said Dupin, "with your pistols, but neither use them nor show
them until at a signal from myself."

The front door of the house had been left open, and the visiter had entered,
without ringing, and advanced several steps upon the staircase. Now,
however, he seemed to hesitate. Presently we heard him descending. Dupin
was moving quickly to the door, when we again heard him coming up. He did
not turn back a second time, but stepped up with decision, and rapped at the
door of our chamber.

"Come in," said Dupin, in a cheerful and hearty tone.

A man entered. He was a sailor, evidently, - a tall, stout, and muscular-

looking person, with a certain dare-devil expression of countenance, not
altogether unprepossessing. His face, greatly sunburnt, was more than half
hidden by whisker and _mustachio._ He had with him a huge oaken cudgel,
but appeared to be otherwise unarmed. He bowed awkwardly, and bade us
"good evening," in French accents, which, although somewhat Neufchatelish,
were still sufficiently indicative of a Parisian origin.

"Sit down, my freind," said Dupin. "I suppose you have called about the
Ourang-Outang. Upon my word, I almost envy you the possession of him; a
remarkably fine, and no doubt a very valuable animal. How old do you
suppose him to be?"
The sailor drew a long breath, with the air of a man relieved of some
intolerable burden, and then replied, in an assured tone:

"I have no way of telling - but he can't be more than four or five years old.
Have you got him here?"

"Oh no, we had no conveniences for keeping him here. He is at a livery stable
in the Rue Dubourg, just by. You can get him in the morning. Of course you
are prepared to identify the property?"

"To be sure I am, sir."

"I shall be sorry to part with him," said Dupin.

"I don't mean that you should be at all this trouble for nothing, sir," said the
man. "Couldn't expect it. Am very willing to pay a reward for the finding of
the animal - that is to say, any thing in reason."

"Well," replied my friend, "that is all very fair, to be sure. Let me think! -
what should I have? Oh! I will tell you. My reward shall be this. You shall
give me all the information in your power about these murders in the Rue
Morgue."

Dupin said the last words in a very low tone, and very quietly. Just as quietly,
too, he walked toward the door, locked it and put the key in his pocket. He
then drew a pistol from his bosom and placed it, without the least flurry, upon
the table.

The sailor's face flushed up as if he were struggling withsuffocation. He

started to his feet and grasped his cudgel, but the next moment he fell back
into his seat, trembling violently, and with the countenance of death itself. He
spoke not a word. I pitied him from the bottom of my heart.

"My friend," said Dupin, in a kind tone, "you are alarming yourself
unnecessarily - you are indeed. We mean you no harm whatever. I pledge you
the honor of a gentleman, and of a Frenchman, that we intend you no injury. I
perfectly well know that you are innocent of the atrocities in the Rue Morgue.
It will not do, however, to deny that you are in some measure implicated in
them. From what I have already said, you must know that I have had means
of information about this matter - means of which you could never have
dreamed. Now the thing stands thus. You have done nothing which you could
have avoided - nothing, certainly, which renders you culpable. You were not
even guilty of robbery, when you might have robbed with impunity. You have
nothing to conceal. You have no reason for concealment. On the other hand,
you are bound by every principle of honor to confess all you know. An
innocent man is now imprisoned, charged with that crime of which you can
point out the perpetrator."

The sailor had recovered his presence of mind, in a great measure, while
Dupin uttered these words; but his original boldness of bearing was all gone.

"So help me God," said he, after a brief pause, "I will tell you all I know
about this affair; - but I do not expect you to believe one half I say - I would
be a fool indeed if I did. Still, I am innocent, and I will make a clean breast if
I die for it."

What he stated was, in substance, this. He had lately made a voyage to the
Indian Archipelago. A party, of which he formed one, landed at Borneo, and
passed into the interior on an excursion of pleasure. Himself and a companion
had captured the Ourang- Outang. This companion dying, the animal fell into
his own exclusive possession. After great trouble, occasioned by the
intractable ferocity of his captive during the home voyage, he at length
succeeded in lodging it safely at his own residence in Paris, where, not to
attract toward himself the unpleasant curiosity of his neighbors, he kept it
carefully secluded, until such time as it should recover from a wound in the
foot, received from a splinter on board ship. His ultimate design was to sell it.

Returning home from some sailors' frolic the night, or rather in the morning
of the murder, he found the beast occupying his own bed-room, into which it
had broken from a closet adjoining, where it had been, as was thought,
securely confined. Razor in hand, and fully lathered, it was sitting before a
looking-glass, attempting the operation of shaving, in which it had no doubt
previously watched its master through the key-hole of the closet. Terrified at
the sight of so dangerous a weapon in the possession of an animal so
ferocious, and so well able to use it, the man, for some moments, was at a
loss what to do. He had been accustomed, however, to quiet the creature,
even in its fiercest moods, by the use of a whip, and to this he now resorted.
Upon sight of it, the Ourang-Outang sprang at once through the door of the
chamber, down the stairs, and thence, through a window, unfortunately open,
into the street.

The Frenchman followed in despair; the ape, razor still in hand, occasionally
stopping to look back and gesticulate at its pursuer, until the latter had nearly
come up with it. It then again made off. In this manner the chase continued
for a long time. The streets were profoundly quiet, as it was nearly three
o'clock in the morning. In passing down an alley in the rear of the Rue
Morgue, the fugitive's attention was arrested by a light gleaming from the
open window of Madame L'Espanaye's chamber, in the fourth story of her
house. Rushing to the building, it perceived the lightning rod, clambered up
with inconceivable agility, grasped the shutter, which was thrown fully back
against the wall, and, by its means, swung itself directly upon the headboard
of the bed. The whole feat did not occupy a minute. The shutter was kicked
open again by the Ourang-Outang as it entered the room.

The sailor, in the meantime, was both rejoiced and perplexed. He had strong
hopes of now recapturing the brute, as it could scarcely escape from the trap
into which it had ventured, except by the rod, where it might be intercepted
as it came down. On the other hand, there was much cause for anxiety as to
what it might do in the house. This latter reflection urged the man still to
follow the fugitive. A lightning rod is ascended without difficulty, especially
by a sailor; but, when he had arrived as high as the window, which lay far to
his left, his career was stopped; the most that he could accomplish was to
reach over so as to obtain a glimpse of the interior of the room. At this
glimpse he nearly fell from his hold through excess of horror. Now it was that
those hideous shrieks arose upon the night, which had startled from slumber
the inmates of the Rue Morgue. Madame L'Espanaye and her daughter,
habited in their night clothes, had apparently been occupied in arranging
some papers in the iron chest already mentioned, which had been wheeled
into the middle of the room. It was open, and its contents lay beside it on the
floor. The victims must have been sitting with their backs toward the
window; and, from the time elapsing between the ingress of the beast and the
screams, it seems probable that it was not immediately perceived. The
flapping-to of the shutter would naturally have been attributed to the wind.
As the sailor looked in, the gigantic animal had seized Madame L'Espanaye
by the hair, (which was loose, as she had been combing it,) and was
flourishing the razor about her face, in imitation of the motions of a barber.
The daughter lay prostrate and motionless; she had swooned. The screams
and struggles of the old lady (during which the hair was torn from her head)
had the effect of changing the probably pacific purposes of the Ourang-
Outang into those of wrath. With one determined sweep of its muscular arm it
nearly severed her head from her body. The sight of blood inflamed its anger
into phrenzy. Gnashing its teeth, and flashing fire from its eyes, it flew upon
the body of the girl, and imbedded its fearful talons in her throat, retaining its
grasp until she expired. Its wandering and wild glances fell at this moment
upon the head of the bed, over which the face of its master, rigid with horror,
was just discernible. The fury of the beast, who no doubt bore still in mind
the dreaded whip, was instantly converted into fear. Conscious of having
deserved punishment, it seemed desirous of concealing its bloody deeds, and
skipped about the chamber in an agony of nervous agitation; throwing down
and breaking the furniture as it moved, and dragging the bed from the
bedstead. In conclusion, it seized first the corpse of the daughter, and thrust it
up the chimney, as it was found; then that of the old lady, which it
immediately hurled through the window headlong.

As the ape approached the casement with its mutilated burden, the sailor
shrank aghast to the rod, and, rather gliding than clambering down it, hurried
at once home - dreading the consequences of the butchery, and gladly
abandoning, in his terror, all solicitude about the fate of the Ourang-Outang.
The words heard by the party upon the staircase were the Frenchman's
exclamations of horror and affright, commingled with the fiendish jabberings
of the brute.

I have scarcely anything to add. The Ourang-Outang must have escaped from
the chamber, by the rod, just before the break of the door. It must have closed
the window as it passed through it. It was subsequently caught by the owner
himself, who obtained for it a very large sum at the _Jardin des Plantes._ Le
Don was instantly released, upon our narration of the circumstances (with
some comments from Dupin) at the bureau of the Prefect of Police. This
functionary, however well disposed to my friend, could not altogether
conceal his chagrin at the turn which affairs had taken, and was fain to
 indulge in a sarcasm or two, about the propriety of every person minding his
own business.

"Let him talk," said Dupin,, who had not thought it necessary to reply. "Let
him discourse; it will ease his conscience, I am satisfied with having defeated
him in his own castle. Nevertheless, that he failed in the solution of this
mystery, is by no means that matter for wonder which he supposes it; for, in
truth, our friend the Prefect is somewhat too cunning to be profound. In his
wisdom is no _stamen._ It is all head and no body, like the pictures of the
Goddess Laverna, -- or, at best, all head and shoulders, like a codfish. But he
is a good creature after all. I like him especially for one master stroke of cant,
by which he has attained his reputation for ingenuity. I mean the way he has
'_de nier ce qui est, et d'expliquer ce qui n'est pas._' " *

% Rousseau - Nouvelle Heloise.

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THE MYSTERY OF MARIE ROGET.{*1}

A SEQUEL TO "THE MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE."

Es giebt eine Reihe idealischer Begebenheiten, die der Wirklichkeit parallel

lauft. Selten fallen sie zusammen. Menschen und zufalle modifieiren
gewohulich die idealische Begebenheit, so dass sie unvollkommen erscheint,
und ihre Folgen gleichfalls unvollkommen sind. So bei der Reformation; statt
des Protestantismus kam das Lutherthum hervor.

There are ideal series of events which run parallel with the real ones. They
rarely coincide. Men and circumstances generally modify the ideal train of
events, so that it seems imperfect, and its consequences are equally imperfect.
Thus with the Reformation; instead of Protestantism came Lutheranism.

% Novalis. {*2} Moral Ansichten.

THERE are few persons, even among the calmest thinkers, who have not
occasionally been startled into a vague yet thrilling half-credence in the
supernatural, by coincidences of so seemingly marvellous a character that, as
mere coincidences, the intellect has been unable to receive them. Such
sentiments - for the half-credences of which I speak have never the full force
of thought - such sentiments are seldom thoroughly stifled unless by
reference to the doctrine of chance, or, as it is technically termed, the
Calculus ofProbabilities. Now this Calculus is, in its essence, purely
mathematical; and thus we have the anomaly of the most rigidly exact in
science applied to the shadow and spirituality of the most intangible in
speculation.

The extraordinary details which I am now called upon to make public, will be
found to form, as regards sequence of time, the primary branch of a series of
scarcely intelligible coincidences, whose secondary or concluding branch will
be recognized by all readers in the late murder of Mary Cecila Rogers, at
New York.

When, in an article entitled "The Murders in the Rue Morgue," I endeavored,

about a year ago, to depict some very remarkable features in the mental
character of my friend, the Chevalier C. Auguste Dupin, it did not occur to
me that I should ever resume the subject. This depicting of character
constituted my design; and this design was thoroughly fulfilled in the wild
train of circumstances brought to instance Dupin's idiosyncrasy. I might have
adduced other examples, but I should have proven no more. Late events,
however, in their surprising development, have startled me into some farther
details, which will carry with them the air of extorted confession. Hearing
what I have lately heard, it would be indeed strange should I remain silent in
regard to what I both heard and saw so long ago.

Upon the winding up of the tragedy involved in the deaths of Madame

L'Espanaye and her daughter, the Chevalier dismissed the affair at once from
his attention, and relapsed into his old habits of moody reverie. Prone, at all
times, to abstraction, I readily fell in with his humor; and, continuing to
occupy our chambers in the Faubourg Saint Germain, we gave the Future to
the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world
around us into dreams.

But these dreams were not altogether uninterrupted. It may readily be

supposed that the part played by my friend, in the drama at the Rue Morgue,
had not failed of its impression upon the fancies of the Parisian police. With
its emissaries, the name of Dupin had grown into a household word. The
simple character of those inductions by which he had disentangled the
mystery never having been explained even to the Prefect, or to any other
individual than myself, of course it is not surprising that the affair was
regarded as little less than miraculous, or that the Chevalier's analytical
abilities acquired for him the credit of intuition. His frankness would have led
him to disabuse every inquirer of such prejudice; but his indolent humor
forbade all farther agitation of a topic whose interest to himself had long
ceased. It thus happened that he found himself the cynosure of the policial
eyes; and the cases were not few in which attempt was made to engage his
services at the Prefecture. One of the most remarkable instances was that of
the murder of a young girl named Marie Rogêt.

This event occurred about two years after the atrocity in the Rue Morgue.
Marie, whose Christian and family name will at once arrest attention from
their resemblance to those of the unfortunate "cigargirl," was the only
daughter of the widow Estelle Rogêt. The father had died during the child's
infancy, and from the period of his death, until within eighteen months before
the assassination which forms the subject of our narrative, the mother and
daughter had dwelt together in the Rue Pavée Saint Andrée; {*3} Madame
there keeping a pension, assisted by Marie. Affairs went on thus until the
latter had attained her twenty-second year, when her great beauty attracted
the notice of a perfumer, who occupied one of the shops in the basement of
the Palais Royal, and whose custom lay chiefly among the desperate
adventurers infesting that neighborhood. Monsieur Le Blanc {*4} was not
unaware of the advantages to be derived from the attendance of the fair Marie
in his perfumery; and his liberal proposals were accepted eagerly by the girl,
although with somewhat more of hesitation by Madame.

The anticipations of the shopkeeper were realized, and his rooms soon
became notorious through the charms of the sprightly grisette. She had been
in his employ about a year, when her admirers were thrown info confusion by
her sudden disappearance from the shop. Monsieur Le Blanc was unable to
account for her absence, and Madame Rogêt was distracted with anxiety and
terror. The public papers immediately took up the theme, and the police were
upon the point of making serious investigations, when, one fine morning,
after the lapse of a week, Marie, in good health, but with a somewhat
saddened air, made her re-appearance at her usual counter in the perfumery.
All inquiry, except that of a private character, was of course immediately
hushed. Monsieur Le Blanc professed total ignorance, as before. Marie, with
Madame, replied to all questions, that the last week had been spent at the
house of a relation in the country. Thus the affair died away, and was
generally forgotten; for the girl, ostensibly to relieve herself from the
impertinence of curiosity, soon bade a final adieu to the perfumer, and sought
the shelter of her mother's residence in the Rue Pavée Saint Andrée.

It was about five months after this return home, that her friends were alarmed
by her sudden disappearance for the second time. Three days elapsed, and
nothing was heard of her. On the fourth her corpse was found floating in the
Seine, * near the shore which is opposite the Quartier of the Rue Saint
Andree, and at a point not very far distant from the secluded neighborhood of
the Barrière du Roule. {*6}

The atrocity of this murder, (for it was at once evident that murder had been
committed,) the youth and beauty of the victim, and, above all, her previous
notoriety, conspired to produce intense excitement in the minds of the
sensitive Parisians. I can call to mind no similar occurrence producing so
general and so intense an effect. For several weeks, in the discussion of this
one absorbing theme, even the momentous political topics of the day were
forgotten. The Prefect made unusual exertions; and the powers of the whole
Parisian police were, of course, tasked to the utmost extent.

Upon the first discovery of the corpse, it was not supposed that the murderer
would be able to elude, for more than a very brief period, the inquisition
which was immediately set on foot. It was not until the expiration of a week
that it was deemed necessary to offer a reward; and even then this reward was
limited to a thousand francs. In the mean time the investigation proceeded
with vigor, if not always with judgment, and numerous individuals were
examined to no purpose; while, owing to the continual absence of all clue to
the mystery, the popular excitement greatly increased. At the end of the tenth
day it was thought advisable to double the sum originally proposed; and, at
length, the second week having elapsed without leading to any discoveries,
and the prejudice which always exists in Paris against the Police having given
vent to itself in several serious émeutes, the Prefect took it upon himself to
offer the sum of twenty thousand francs "for the conviction of the assassin,"
or, if more than one should prove to have been implicated, "for the conviction
of any one of the assassins." In the proclamation setting forth this reward, a
full pardon was promised to any accomplice who should come forward in
evidence against his fellow; and to the whole was appended, wherever it
appeared, the private placard of a committee of citizens, offering ten
thousand francs, in addition to the amount proposed by the Prefecture. The
entire reward thus stood at no less than thirty thousand francs, which will be
regarded as an extraordinary sum when we consider the humble condition of
the girl, and the great frequency, in large cities, of such atrocities as the one
described.

No one doubted now that the mystery of this murder would be immediately
brought to light. But although, in one or two instances, arrests were made
which promised elucidation, yet nothing was elicited which could implicate
the parties suspected; and they were discharged forthwith. Strange as it may
appear, the third week from the discovery of the body had passed, and passed
without any light being thrown upon the subject, before even a rumor of the
events which had so agitated the public mind, reached the ears of Dupin and
myself. Engaged in researches which absorbed our whole attention, it had
been nearly a month since either of us had gone abroad, or received a visiter,
or more than glanced at the leading political articles in one of the daily
papers. The first intelligence of the murder was brought us by G ----, in
person. He called upon us early in the afternoon of the thirteenth of July, 18--,
and remained with us until late in the night. He had been piqued by the
failure of all his endeavors to ferret out the assassins. His reputation - so he
said with a peculiarly Parisian air - was at stake. Even his honor was
concerned. The eyes of the public were upon him; and there was really no
sacrifice which he would not be willing to make for the development of the
mystery. He concluded a somewhat droll speech with a compliment upon
what he was pleased to term the tact of Dupin, and made him a direct, and
certainly a liberal proposition, the precise nature of which I do not feel
myself at liberty to disclose, but which has no bearing upon the proper
subject of my narrative.

The compliment my friend rebutted as best he could, but the proposition he

accepted at once, although its advantages were altogether provisional. This
point being settled, the Prefect broke forth at once into explanations of his
own views, interspersing them with long comments upon the evidence; of
which latter we were not yet in possession. He discoursed much, and beyond
doubt, learnedly; while I hazarded an occasional suggestion as the night wore
drowsily away. Dupin, sitting steadily in his accustomed arm-chair, was the
embodiment of respectful attention. He wore spectacles, during the whole
interview; and an occasional signal glance beneath their green glasses,
sufficed to convince me that he slept not the less soundly, because silently,
throughout the seven or eight leaden-footed hours which immediately
preceded the departure of the Prefect.

In the morning, I procured, at the Prefecture, a full report of all the evidence
elicited, and, at the various newspaper offices, a copy of every paper in
which, from first to last, had been published any decisive information in
regard to this sad affair. Freed from all that was positively disproved, this
mass of information stood thus:

Marie Rogêt left the residence of her mother, in the Rue Pavée St. Andrée,
about nine o'clock in the morning of Sunday June the twenty-second, 18--. In
going out, she gave notice to a Monsieur Jacques St. Eustache, {*7} and to
him only, of her intent intention to spend the day with an aunt who resided in
the Rue des Drômes. The Rue des Drômes is a short and narrow but populous
thoroughfare, not far from the banks of the river, and at a distance of some
two miles, in the most direct course possible, from the pension of Madame
Rogêt. St. Eustache was the accepted suitor of Marie, and lodged, as well as
took his meals, at the pension. He was to have gone for his betrothed at dusk,
and to have escorted her home. In the afternoon, however, it came on to rain
heavily; and, supposing that she would remain all night at her aunt's, (as she
had done under similar circumstances before,) he did not think it necessary to
keep his promise. As night drew on, Madame Rogêt (who was an infirm old
lady, seventy years of age,) was heard to express a fear "that she should never
see Marie again;" but this observation attracted little attention at the time.

On Monday, it was ascertained that the girl had not been to the Rue des
Drômes; and when the day elapsed without tidings of her, a tardy search was
instituted at several points in the city, and its environs. It was not, however
until the fourth day from the period of disappearance that any thing
satisfactory was ascertained respecting her. On this day, (Wednesday, the
twenty-fifth of June,) a Monsieur Beauvais, {*8} who, with a friend, had
been making inquiries for Marie near the Barrière du Roule, on the shore of
the Seine which is opposite the Rue Pavée St. Andrée, was informed that a
corpse had just been towed ashore by some fishermen, who had found it
floating in the river. Upon seeing the body, Beauvais, after some hesitation,
identified it as that of the perfumery-girl. His friend recognized it more
promptly.

The face was suffused with dark blood, some of which issued from the
mouth. No foam was seen, as in the case of the merely drowned. There was
no discoloration in the cellular tissue. About the throat were bruises and
impressions of fingers. The arms were bent over on the chest and were rigid.
The right hand was clenched; the left partially open. On the left wrist were
two circular excoriations, apparently the effect of ropes, or of a rope in more
than one volution. A part of the right wrist, also, was much chafed, as well as
the back throughout its extent, but more especially at the shoulder-blades. In
bringing the body to the shore the fishermen had attached to it a rope; but
none of the excoriations had been effected by this. The flesh of the neck was
much swollen. There were no cuts apparent, or bruises which appeared the
effect of blows. A piece of lace was found tied so tightly around the neck as
to be hidden from sight; it was completely buried in the flesh, and was fasted
by a knot which lay just under the left ear. This alone would have sufficed to
produce death. The medical testimony spoke confidently of the virtuous
character of the deceased. She had been subjected, it said, to brutal violence.
The corpse was in such condition when found, that there could have been no
difficulty in its recognition by friends.

The dress was much torn and otherwise disordered. In the outer garment, a
slip, about a foot wide, had been torn upward from the bottom hem to the
waist, but not torn off. It was wound three times around the waist, and
secured by a sort of hitch in the back. The dress immediately beneath the
frock was of fine muslin; and from this a slip eighteen inches wide had been
torn entirely out - torn very evenly and with great care. It was found around
her neck, fitting loosely, and secured with a hard knot. Over this muslin slip
and the slip of lace, the strings of a bonnet were attached; the bonnet being
appended. The knot by which the strings of the bonnet were fastened, was not
a lady's, but a slip or sailor's knot.
After the recognition of the corpse, it was not, as usual, taken to the Morgue,
(this formality being superfluous,) but hastily interred not far front the spot at
which it was brought ashore. Through the exertions of Beauvais, the matter
was industriously hushed up, as far as possible; and several days had elapsed
before any public emotion resulted. A weekly paper, {*9} however, at length
took up the theme; the corpse was disinterred, and a re-examination
instituted; but nothing was elicited beyond what has been already noted. The
clothes, however, were now submitted to the mother and friends of the
deceased, and fully identified as those worn by the girl upon leaving home.

Meantime, the excitement increased hourly. Several individuals were arrested

and discharged. St. Eustache fell especially under suspicion; and he failed, at
first, to give an intelligible account of his whereabouts during the Sunday on
which Marie left home. Subsequently, however, he submitted to Monsieur
G----, affidavits, accounting satisfactorily for every hour of the day in
question. As time passed and no discovery ensued, a thousand contradictory
rumors were circulated, and journalists busied themselves in suggestions.
Among these, the one which attracted the most notice, was the idea that
Marie Rogêt still lived - that the corpse found in the Seine was that of some
other unfortunate. It will be proper that I submit to the reader some passages
which embody the suggestion alluded to. These passages are literal
translations from L'Etoile, {*10} a paper conducted, in general, with much
ability.

"Mademoiselle Rogêt left her mother's house on Sunday morning, June the
twenty-second, 18--, with the ostensible purpose of going to see her aunt, or
some other connexion, in the Rue des Drômes. From that hour, nobody is
proved to have seen her. There is no trace or tidings of her at all. . . . There
has no person, whatever, come forward, so far, who saw her at all, on that
day, after she left her mother's door. . . . Now, though we have no evidence
that Marie Rogêt was in the land of the living after nine o'clock on Sunday,
June the twenty-second, we have proof that, up to that hour, she was alive.
On Wednesday noon, at twelve, a female body was discovered afloat on the
shore of the Barrière de Roule. This was, even if we presume that Marie
Rogêt was thrown into the river within three hours after she left her mother's
house, only three days from the time she left her home - three days to an
hour. But it is folly to suppose that the murder, if murder was committed on
her body, could have been consummated soon enough to have enabled her
murderers to throw the body into the river before midnight. Those who are
guilty of such horrid crimes, choose darkness rather the; light . . . . Thus we
see that if the body found in the river was that of Marie Rogêt, it could only
have been in the water two and a half days, or three at the outside. All
experience has shown that drowned bodies, or bodies thrown into the water
immediately after death by violence, require from six to ten days for
decomposition to take place to bring them to the top of the water. Even where
a cannon is fired over a corpse, and it rises before at least five or six days'
immersion, it sinks again, if let alone. Now, we ask, what was there in this
cave to cause a departure from the ordinary course of nature? . . . If the body
had been kept in its mangled state on shore until Tuesday night, some trace
would be found on shore of the murderers. It is a doubtful point, also,
whether the body would be so soon afloat, even were it thrown in after
having been dead two days. And, furthermore, it is exceedingly improbable
that any villains who had committed such a murder as is here supposed,
would have throw the body in without weight to sink it, when such a
precaution could have so easily been taken."

The editor here proceeds to argue that the body must have been in the water
"not three days merely, but, at least, five times three days," because it was so
far decomposed that Beauvais had great difficulty in recognizing it. This
latter point, however, was fully disproved. I continue the translation:

"What, then, are the facts on which M. Beauvais says that he has no doubt the
body was that of Marie Rogêt? He ripped up the gown sleeve, and says he
found marks which satisfied him of the identity. The public generally
supposed those marks to have consisted of some description of scars. He
rubbed the arm and found hair upon it - something as indefinite, we think, as
can readily be imagined - as little conclusive as finding an arm in the sleeve.
M. Beauvais did not return that night, but sent word to Madame Rogêt, at
seven o'clock, on Wednesday evening, that an investigation was still in
progress respecting her daughter. If we allow that Madame Rogêt, from her
age and grief, could not go over, (which is allowing a great deal,) there
certainly must have been some one who would have thought it worth while to
go over and attend the investigation, if they thought the body was that of
Marie. Nobody went over. There was nothing said or heard about the matter
in the Rue Pavée St. Andrée, that reached even the occupants of the same
building. M. St. Eustache, the lover and intended husband of Marie, who
boarded in her mother's house, deposes that he did not hear of the discovery
of the body of his intended until the next morning, when M. Beauvais came
into his chamber and told him of it. For an item of news like this, it strikes us
it was very coolly received."

In this way the journal endeavored to create the impression of an apathy on

the part of the relatives of Marie, inconsistent with the supposition that these
relatives believed the corpse to be hers. Its insinuations amount to this: - that
Marie, with the connivance of her friends, had absented herself from the city
for reasons involving a charge against her chastity; and that these friends,
upon the discovery of a corpse in the Seine, somewhat resembling that of the
girl, had availed themselves of the opportunity to impress press the public
with the belief of her death. But L'Etoile was again over-hasty. It was
distinctly proved that no apathy, such as was imagined, existed; that the old
lady was exceedingly feeble, and so agitated as to be unable to attend to any
duty, that St. Eustache, so far from receiving the news coolly, was distracted
with grief, and bore himself so frantically, that M. Beauvais prevailed upon a
friend and relative to take charge of him, and prevent his attending the
examination at the disinterment. Moreover, although it was stated by L'Etoile,
that the corpse was re-interred at the public expense - that an advantageous
offer of private sculpture was absolutely declined by the family - and that no
member of the family attended the ceremonial: - although, I say, all this was
asserted by L'Etoile in furtherance of the impression it designed to convey -
yet all this was satisfactorily disproved. In a subsequent number of the paper,
an attempt was made to throw suspicion upon Beauvais himself. The editor
says:

"Now, then, a change comes over the matter. We are told that on one
occasion, while a Madame B---- was at Madame Rogêt's house, M. Beauvais,
who was going out, told her that a gendarme was expected there, and she,
Madame B., must not say anything to the gendarme until he returned, but let
the matter be for him. . . . In the present posture of affairs, M. Beauvais
appears to have the whole matter looked up in his head. A single step cannot
be taken without M. Beauvais; for, go which way you will, you run against
him. . . . For some reason, he determined that nobody shall have any thing to
do with the proceedings but himself, and he has elbowed the male relatives
out of the way, according to their representations, in a very singular manner.
He seems to have been very much averse to permitting the relatives to see the
body."

By the following fact, some color was given to the suspicion thus thrown
upon Beauvais. A visiter at his office, a few days prior to the girl's
disappearance, and during the absence of its occupant, had observed a rose in
the key-hole of the door, and the name "Marie" inscribed upon a slate which
hung near at hand.

The general impression, so far as we were enabled to glean it from the

newspapers, seemed to be, that Marie had been the victim of a gang of
desperadoes - that by these she had been borne across the river, maltreated
and murdered. Le Commerciel, {*11} however, a print of extensive
influence, was earnest in combating this popular idea. I quote a passage or
two from its columns:

"We are persuaded that pursuit has hitherto been on a false scent, so far as it
has been directed to the Barrière du Roule. It is impossible that a person so
well known to thousands as this young woman was, should have passed three
blocks without some one having seen her; and any one who saw her would
have remembered it, for she interested all who knew her. It was when the
streets were full of people, when she went out. . . . It is impossible that she
could have gone to the Barrière du Roule, or to the Rue des Drômes, without
being recognized by a dozen persons; yet no one has come forward who saw
her outside of her mother's door, and there is no evidence, except the
testimony concerning her expressed intentions, that she did go out at all. Her
gown was torn, bound round her, and tied; and by that the body was carried
as a bundle. If the murder had been committed at the Barrière du Roule, there
would have been no necessity for any such arrangement. The fact that the
body was found floating near the Barrière, is no proof as to where it was
thrown into the water. . . . . A piece of one of the unfortunate girl's petticoats,
two feet long and one foot wide, was torn out and tied under her chin around
the back of her head, probably to prevent screams. This was done by fellows
who had no pocket-handkerchief."

A day or two before the Prefect called upon us, however, some important
information reached the police, which seemed to overthrow, at least, the chief
portion of Le Commerciel's argument. Two small boys, sons of a Madame
Deluc, while roaming among the woods near the Barrière du Roule, chanced
to penetrate a close thicket, within which were three or four large stones,
forming a kind of seat, with a back and footstool. On the upper stone lay a
white petticoat; on the second a silk scarf. A parasol, gloves, and a pocket-
handkerchief were also here found. The handkerchief bore the name "Marie
Rogêt." Fragments of dress were discovered on the brambles around. The
earth was trampled, the bushes were broken, and there was every evidence of
a struggle. Between the thicket and the river, the fences were found taken
down, and the ground bore evidence of some heavy burthen having been
dragged along it.

A weekly paper, Le Soleil,{*12} had the following comments upon this

discovery -- comments which merely echoed the sentiment of the whole
Parisian press:

"The things had all evidently been there at least three or four weeks; they
were all mildewed down hard with the action of the rain and stuck together
from mildew. The grass had grown around and over some of them. The silk
on the parasol was strong, but the threads of it were run together within. The
upper part, where it had been doubled and folded, was all mildewed and
rotten, and tore on its being opened. . . . . The pieces of her frock torn out by
the bushes were about three inches wide and six inches long. One part was
the hem of the frock, and it had been mended; the other piece was part of the
skirt, not the hem. They looked like strips torn off, and were on the thorn
bush, about a foot from the ground. . . . . There can be no doubt, therefore,
that the spot of this appalling outrage has been discovered."

Consequent upon this discovery, new evidence appeared. Madame Deluc

testified that she keeps a roadside inn not far from the bank of the river,
opposite the Barrière du Roule. The neighborhood is secluded -- particularly
so. It is the usual Sunday resort of blackguards from the city, who cross the
river in boats. About three o'clock, in the afternoon of the Sunday in question,
a young girl arrived at the inn, accompanied by a young man of dark
complexion. The two remained here for some time. On their departure, they
took the road to some thick woods in the vicinity. Madame Deluc's attention
was called to the dress worn by the girl, on account of its resemblance to one
worn by a deceased relative. A scarf was particularly noticed. Soon after the
departure of the couple, a gang of miscreants made their appearance, behaved
boisterously, ate and drank without making payment, followed in the route of
the young man and girl, returned to the inn about dusk, and re-crossed the
river as if in great haste.

It was soon after dark, upon this same evening, that Madame Deluc, as well
as her eldest son, heard the screams of a female in the vicinity of the inn. The
screams were violent but brief. Madame D. recognized not only the scarf
which was found in the thicket, but the dress which was discovered upon the
corpse. An omnibus driver, Valence, {*13} now also testified that he saw
Marie Rogêt cross a ferry on the Seine, on the Sunday in question, in
company with a young man of dark complexion. He, Valence, knew Marie,
and could not be mistaken in her identity. The articles found in the thicket
were fully identified by the relatives of Marie.

The items of evidence and information thus collected by myself, from the
newspapers, at the suggestion of Dupin, embraced only one more point -- but
this was a point of seemingly vast consequence. It appears that, immediately
after the discovery of the clothes as above described, the lifeless, or nearly
lifeless body of St. Eustache, Marie's betrothed, was found in the vicinity of
what all now supposed the scene of the outrage. A phial labelled "laudanum,"
and emptied, was found near him. His breath gave evidence of the poison. He
died without speaking. Upon his person was found a letter, briefly stating his
love for Marie, with his design of self- destruction.

"I need scarcely tell you," said Dupin, as he finished the perusal of my notes,
"that this is a far more intricate case than that of the Rue Morgue; from which
it differs in one important respect. This is an ordinary, although an atrocious
instance of crime. There is nothing peculiarly outré about it. You will observe
that, for this reason, the mystery has been considered easy, when, for this
reason, it should have been considered difficult, of solution. Thus; at first, it
was thought unnecessary to offer a reward. The myrmidons of G--- were able
at once to comprehend how and why such an atrocity might have been
committed. They could picture to their imaginations a mode - many modes -
and a motive - many motives; and because it was not impossible that either of
these numerous modes and motives could have been the actual one, they have
taken it for granted that one of them must. But the case with which these
variable fancies were entertained, and the very plausibility which each
assumed, should have been understood as indicative rather of the difficulties
than of the facilities which must attend elucidation. I have before observed
that it is by prominences above the plane of the ordinary, that reason feels her
way, if at all, in her search for the true, and that the proper question in cases
such as this, is not so much 'what has occurred?' as 'what has occurred that
has never occurred before?' In the investigations at the house of Madame
L'Espanaye, {*14} the agents of G---- were discouraged and confounded by
that very unusualness which, to a properly regulated intellect, would have
afforded the surest omen of success; while this same intellect might have
been plunged in despair at the ordinary character of all that met the eye in the
case of the perfumery-girl, and yet told of nothing but easy triumph to the
functionaries of the Prefecture.

"In the case of Madame L'Espanaye and her daughter there was, even at the
beginning of our investigation, no doubt that murder had been committed.
The idea of suicide was excluded at once. Here, too, we are freed, at the
commencement, from all supposition of self- murder. The body found at the
Barrière du Roule, was found under such circumstances as to leave us no
room for embarrassment upon this important point. But it has been suggested
that the corpsediscovered, is not that of the Marie Rogêt for the conviction of
whose assassin, or assassins, the reward is offered, and respecting whom,
solely, our agreement has been arranged with the Prefect. We both know this
gentleman well. It will not do to trust him too far. If, dating our inquiries
from the body found, and thence tracing a murderer, we yet discover this
body to be that of some other individual than Marie; or, if starting from the
living Marie, we find her, yet find her unassassinated -- in either case we lose
our labor; since it is Monsieur G---- with whom we have to deal. For our own
purpose, therefore, if not for the purpose of justice, it is indispensable that our
first step should be the determination of the identity of the corpse with the
Marie Rogêt who is missing.

"With the public the arguments of L'Etoile have had weight; and that the
journal itself is convinced of their importance would appear from the manner
in which it commences one of its essays upon the subject - 'Several of the
morning papers of the day,' it says, 'speak of the _conclusive_ article in
Monday's Etoile.' To me, this article appears conclusive of little beyond the
zeal of its inditer. We should bear in mind that, in general, it is the object of
our newspapers rather to create a sensation -- to make a point - than to further
the cause of truth. The latter end is only pursued when it seems coincident
with the former. The print which merely falls in with ordinary opinion
(however well founded this opinion may be) earns for itself no credit with the
mob. The mass of the people regard as profound only him who suggests
_pungent contradictions_ of the general idea. In ratiocination, not less than in
literature, it is the epigram which is the most immediately and the most
universally appreciated. In both, it is of the lowest order of merit.

"What I mean to say is, that it is the mingled epigram and melodrame of the
idea, that Marie Rogêt still lives, rather than any true plausibility in this idea,
which have suggested it to L'Etoile, and secured it a favorable reception with
the public. Let us examine the heads of this journal's argument; endeavoring
to avoid theincoherence with which it is originally set forth.

"The first aim of the writer is to show, from the brevity of the interval
between Marie's disappearance and the finding of the floating corpse, that
this corpse cannot be that of Marie. The reduction of this interval to its
smallest possible dimension, becomes thus, at once, an object with the
reasoner. In the rash pursuit of this object, he rushes into mere assumption at
the outset. 'It is folly to suppose,' he says, 'that the murder, if murder was
committed on her body, could have been consummated soon enough to have
enabled her murderers to throw the body into the river before midnight.' We
demand at once, and very naturally, why? Why is it folly to suppose that the
murder was committed _within five minutes_ after the girl's quitting her
mother's house? Why is it folly to suppose that the murder was committed at
any given period of the day? There have been assassinations at all hours. But,
had the murder taken place at any moment between nine o'clock in the
morning of Sunday, and a quarter before midnight, there would still have
been time enough ''to throw the body into the river before midnight.' This
assumption, then, amounts precisely to this - that the murder was not
committed on Sunday at all - and, if we allow L'Etoile to assume this, we
may permit it any liberties whatever. The paragraph beginning 'It is folly to
suppose that the murder, etc.,' however it appears as printed in L'Etoile, may
be imagined to have existed actually thus in the brain of its inditer - 'It is folly
to suppose that the murder, if murder was committed on the body, could have
been committed soon enough to have enabled her murderers to throw the
body into the river before midnight; it is folly, we say, to suppose all this, and
to suppose at the same time, (as we are resolved to suppose,) that the body
was not thrown in until after midnight' -- a sentence sufficiently
inconsequential in itself, but not so utterly preposterous as the one printed.

"Were it my purpose," continued Dupin, "merely to _make out a case_

against this passage of L'Etoile's argument, I might safely leave it where it is.
It is not, however, with L'Etoile that we have to do, but with the truth. The
sentence in question has but one meaning, as it stands; and this meaning I
have fairly stated: but it is material that we go behind the mere words, for an
idea which these words have obviously intended, and failed to convey. It was
the design of the journalist to say that, at whatever period of the day or night
of Sunday this murder was committed, it was improbable that the assassins
would have ventured to bear the corpse to the river before midnight. And
herein lies, really, the assumption of which I complain. It is assumed that the
murder was committed at such a position, and under such circumstances, that
the bearing it to the river became necessary. Now, the assassination might
have taken place upon the river's brink, or on the river itself; and, thus, the
throwing the corpse in the water might have been resorted to, at any period of
the day or night, as the most obvious and most immediate mode of disposal.
You will understand that I suggest nothing here as probable, or as cöincident
with my own opinion. My design, so far, has no reference to the facts of the
case. I wish merely to caution you against the whole tone of L'Etoile's
suggestion, by calling your attention to its ex parte character at the outset.

"Having prescribed thus a limit to suit its own preconceived notions; having
assumed that, if this were the body of Marie, it could have been in the water
but a very brief time; the journal goes on to say:

'All experience has shown that drowned bodies, or bodies thrown into the
water immediately after death by violence, require from six to ten days for
sufficient decomposition to take place to bring them to the top of the water.
Even when a cannon is fired over a corpse, and it rises before at least five or
six days' immersion, it sinks again if let alone.'
"These assertions have been tacitly received by every paper in Paris, with the
exception of Le Moniteur. {*15} This latter print endeavors to combat that
portion of the paragraph which has reference to 'drowned bodies' only, by
citing some five or six instances in which the bodies of individuals known to
be drowned were found floating after the lapse of less time than is insisted
upon by L'Etoile. But there is something excessively unphilosophical in the
attempt on the part of Le Moniteur, to rebut the general assertion of L'Etoile,
by a citation of particular instances militating against that assertion. Had it
been possible to adduce fifty instead of five examples of bodies found
floating at the end of two or three days, these fifty examples could still have
been properly regarded only as exceptions to L'Etoile's rule, until such time
as the rule itself should be confuted. Admitting the rule, (and this Le
Moniteur does not deny, insisting merely upon its exceptions,) the argument
of L'Etoile is suffered to remain in full force; for this argument does not
pretend to involve more than a question of the probability of the body having
risen to the surface in less than three days; and this probability will be in
favor of L'Etoile's position until the instances so childishly adduced shall be
sufficient in number to establish an antagonistical rule.

"You will see at once that all argument upon this head should be urged, if at
all, against the rule itself; and for this end we must examine the rationale of
the rule. Now the human body, in general, is neither much lighter nor much
heavier than the water of the Seine; that is to say, the specific gravity of the
human body, in its natural condition, is about equal to the bulk of fresh water
which it displaces. The bodies of fat and fleshy persons, with small bones,
and of women generally, are lighter than those of the lean and large-boned,
and of men; and the specific gravity of the water of a river is somewhat
influenced by the presence of the tide from sea. But, leaving this tide out of
question, it may be said that very few human bodies will sink at all, even in
fresh water, of their own accord. Almost any one, falling into a river, will be
enabled to float, if he suffer the specific gravity of the water fairly to be
adduced in comparison with his own - that is to say, if he suffer his whole
person to be immersed, with as little exception as possible. The proper
position for one who cannot swim, is the upright position of the walker on
land, with the head thrown fully back, and immersed; the mouth and nostrils
alone remaining above the surface. Thus circumstanced, we shall find that we
float without difficulty and without exertion. It is evident, however, that the
gravities of the body, and of the bulk of water displaced, are very nicely
balanced, and that a trifle will cause either to preponderate. An arm, for
instance, uplifted from the water, and thus deprived of its support, is an
additional weight sufficient to immerse the whole head, while the accidental
aid of the smallest piece of timber will enable us to elevate the head so as to
look about. Now, in the struggles of one unused to swimming, the arms are
invariably thrown upwards, while an attempt is made to keep the head in its
usual perpendicular position. The result is the immersion of the mouth and
nostrils, and the inception, during efforts to breathe while beneath the surface,
of water into the lungs. Much is also received into the stomach, and the
whole body becomes heavier by the difference between the weight of the air
originally distending these cavities, and that of the fluid which now fills
them. This difference is sufficient to cause the body to sink, as a general rule;
but is insufficient in the cases of individuals with small bones and an
abnormal quantity of flaccid or fatty matter. Such individuals float even after
drowning.

"The corpse, being. supposed at the bottom of the river, will there remain
until, by some means, its specific gravity again becomes less than that of the
bulk of water which it displaces. This effect is brought about by
decomposition, or otherwise. The result of decomposition is the generation of
gas, distending the cellular tissues and all the cavities, and giving the
puffedappearance which is to horrible. When this distension has so far
progressed that the bulk of the corpse is materially increased with. out a
corresponding increase of mass or weight, its specific gravity becomes less
than that of the water displaced, and it forthwith makes its appearance at the
surface. But decomposition is modified by innumerablecircumstances - is
hastened or retarded by innumerable agencies; for example, by the heat or
cold of the season, by the mineralimpregnation or purity of the water, by its
depth or shallowness, by its currency or stagnation, by the temperament of
the body, by its infection or freedom from disease before death. Thus it is
evident that we can assign no period, with any thing like accuracy, at which
the corpse shall rise through decomposition. Under certain conditions this
result would be brought about within an hour; under others, it might not take
place at all. There are chemical infusions by which the animal frame can be
preserved foreverfrom corruption; the Bi-chloride of Mercury is one. But,
apart from decomposition, there may be, and very usually is, a generation of
gas within the stomach, from the acetous fermentation of vegetable matter (or
within other cavities from other causes) sufficient to induce a distension
which will bring the body to the surface. The effect produced by the firing of
a cannon is that of simple vibration. This may either loosen the corpse from
the soft mud or ooze in which it is imbedded, thus permitting it to rise when
other agencies have already prepared it for so doing; or it may overcome the
tenacity of some putrescent portions of the cellular tissue; allowing the
cavities to distend under the influence of the gas.

"Having thus before us the whole philosophy of this subject, we can easily
test by it the assertions of L'Etoile. 'All experience shows,' says this paper,
'that drowned bodies, or bodies thrown into the water immediately after death
by violence, require from six to ten days for sufficient decomposition to take
place to bring them to the top of the water. Even when a cannon is fired over
a corpse, and it rises before at least five or six days' immersion, it sinks again
if let alone.'

"The whole of this paragraph must now appear a tissue ofinconsequence and
incoherence. All experience does not show that 'drowned bodies' require from
six to ten days for sufficient decomposition to take place to bring them to the
surface. Both science and experience show that the period of their rising is,
and necessarily must be, indeterminate. If, moreover, a body has risen to the
surface through firing of cannon, it will not 'sink again if let alone,' until
decomposition has so far progressed as to permit the escape of the generated
gas. But I wish to call your attention to the distinction which is made between
'drowned bodies,' and 'bodies thrown into the water immediately after death
by violence.' Although the writer admits the distinction, he yet includes them
all in the same category. I have shown how it is that the body of a drowning
man becomes specifically heavier than its bulk of water, and that he would
not sink at all, except for the struggles by which he elevates his arms above
the surface, and his gasps for breath while beneath the surface - gasps which
supply by water the place of the original air in the lungs. But these struggles
and these gasps would not occur in the body 'thrown into the water
immediately after death by violence.' Thus, in the latter instance, the body, as
a general rule, would not sink at all - a fact of which L'Etoile is evidently
ignorant. When decomposition had proceeded to a very great extent - when
the flesh had in a great measure left the bones - then, indeed, but not till then,
should we lose sight of the corpse.

"And now what are we to make of the argument, that the body found could
not be that of Marie Rogêt, because, three days only having elapsed, this
body was found floating? If drowned, being a woman, she might never have
sunk; or having sunk, might have reappeared in twenty-four hours, or less.
But no one supposes her to have been drowned; and, dying before being
thrown into the river, she might have been found floating at any period
afterwards whatever.

" 'But,' says L'Etoile, 'if the body had been kept in its mangled state on shore
until Tuesday night, some trace would be found on shore of the murderers.'
Here it is at first difficult to perceive the intention of the reasoner. He means
to anticipate what he imagines would be an objection to his theory - viz: that
the body was kept on shore two days, suffering rapid decomposition -
morerapid than if immersed in water. He supposes that, had this been the
case, it might have appeared at the surface on the Wednesday, and thinks that
only under such circumstances it could so have appeared. He is accordingly
in haste to show that it was not kept on shore; for, if so, 'some trace would be
found on shore of the murderers.' I presume you smile at the sequitur. You
cannot be made to see how the mere duration of the corpse on the shore could
operate to multiply traces of the assassins. Nor can I.

" 'And furthermore it is exceedingly improbable,' continues our journal, 'that

any villains who had committed such a murder as is here supposed, would
have thrown the body in without weight to sink it, when such a precaution
could have so easily been taken.' Observe, here, the laughable confusion of
thought! No one - not even L'Etoile - disputes the murder committed _on the
body found_. The marks of violence are too obvious. It is our reasoner's
object merely to show that this body is not Marie's. He wishes to prove that
Marie is not assassinated - not that the corpse was not. Yet his observation
proves only the latter point. Here is a corpse without weight attached.
Murderers, casting it in, would not have failed to attach a weight. Therefore it
was not thrown in by murderers. This is all which is proved, if any thing is.
The question of identity is not even approached, and L'Etoile has been at
great pains merely to gainsay now what it has admitted only a moment
before. 'We are perfectly convinced,' it says, 'that the body found was that of a
murdered female.'

"Nor is this the sole instance, even in this division of his subject, where our
reasoner unwittingly reasons against himself. His evident object, I have
already said, is to reduce, us much as possible, the interval between Marie's
disappearance and the finding of the corpse. Yet we find him urging the point
that no person saw the girl from the moment of her leaving her mother's
house. 'We have no evidence,' he says, 'that Marie Rogêt was in the land of
the living after nine o'clock on Sunday, June the twenty-second.' As his
argument is obviously an ex parte one, he should, at least, have left this
matter out of sight; for had any one been known to see Marie, say on
Monday, or on Tuesday, the interval in question would have been much
reduced, and, by his own ratiocination, the probability much diminished of
the corpse being that of the grisette. It is, nevertheless, amusing to observe
that L'Etoile insists upon its point in the full belief of its furthering its general
argument.

"Reperuse now that portion of this argument which has reference to the
identification of the corpse by Beauvais. In regard to the hair upon the arm,
L'Etoile has been obviously disingenuous. M. Beauvais, not being an idiot,
could never have urged, in identification of the corpse, simply hair upon its
arm. No arm is without hair. The generality of the expression of L'Etoile is a
mere perversion of the witness' phraseology. He must have spoken of some
peculiarity in this hair. It must have been a peculiarity of color, of quantity, of
length, or of situation.

" 'Her foot,' says the journal, 'was small - so are thousands of feet. Her garter
is no proof whatever - nor is her shoe - for shoes and garters are sold in
packages. The same may be said of the flowers in her hat. One thing upon
which M. Beauvais strongly insists is, that the clasp on the garter found, had
been set back to take it in. This amounts to nothing; for most women find it
proper to take a pair of garters home and fit them to the size of the limbs they
are to encircle, rather than to try them in the store where they purchase.' Here
it is difficult to suppose the reasoner in earnest. Had M. Beauvais, in his
search for the body of Marie, discovered a corpse corresponding in general
size and appearance to the missing girl, he would have been warranted
(without reference to the question of habiliment at all) in forming an opinion
that his search had been successful. If, in addition to the point of general size
and contour, he had found upon the arm a peculiar hairy appearance which he
had observed upon the living Marie, his opinion might have been justly
strengthened; and the increase of positiveness might well have been in the
ratio of the peculiarity, or unusualness, of the hairy mark. If, the feet of Marie
being small, those of the corpse were also small, the increase of probability
that the body was that of Marie would not be an increase in a ratio merely
arithmetical, but in one highly geometrical, or accumulative. Add to all this
shoes such as she had been known to wear upon the day of her disappearance,
and, although these shoes may be 'sold in packages,' you so far augment the
probability as to verge upon the certain. What, of itself, would be no evidence
of identity, becomes through its corroborative position, proof most sure. Give
us, then, flowers in the hat corresponding to those worn by the missing girl,
and we seek for nothing farther. If only one flower, we seek for nothing
farther - what then if two or three, or more? Each successive one is multiple
evidence - proof not _added_ to proof, but multiplied by hundreds or
thousands. Let us now discover, upon the deceased, garters such as the living
used, and it is almost folly to proceed. But these garters are found to be
tightened, by the setting back of a clasp, in just such a manner as her own had
been tightened by Marie, shortly previous to her leaving home. It is now
madness or hypocrisy to doubt. What L'Etoile says in respect to this
abbreviation of the garter's being an usual occurrence, shows nothing beyond
its own pertinacity in error. The elastic nature of the clasp-garter is self-
demonstration of the unusualness of the abbreviation. What is made to adjust
itself, must of necessity require foreign adjustment but rarely. It must have
been by an accident, in its strictest sense, that these garters of Marie needed
the tightening described. They alone would have amply established her
identity. But it is not that the corpse was found to have the garters of the
missing girl, or found to have her shoes, or her bonnet, or the flowers of her
bonnet, or her feet, or a peculiar mark upon the arm, or her general size and
appearance - it is that the corpse had each, and _all collectively_. Could it be
proved that the editor of L'Etoile _really_ entertained a doubt, under the
circumstances, there would be no need, in his case, of a commission de
lunatico inquirendo. He has thought it sagacious to echo the small talk of the
lawyers, who, for the most part, content themselves with echoing the
rectangular precepts of the courts. I would here observe that very much of
what is rejected as evidence by a court, is the best of evidence to the intellect.
For the court, guiding itself by the general principles of evidence - the
recognized and _booked_ principles - is averse from swerving at particular
instances. And this steadfast adherence to principle, with rigorous disregard
of the conflicting exception, is a sure mode of attaining the maximum of
attainable truth, in any long sequence of time. The practice, in mass, is
therefore philosophical; but it is not the less certain that it engenders vast
individual error. {*16}

"In respect to the insinuations levelled at Beauvais, you will be willing to

dismiss them in a breath. You have already fathomed the true character of this
good gentleman. He is a busy-body, with much of romance and little of wit.
Any one so constituted will readily so conduct himself, upon occasion of real
excitement, as to render himself liable to suspicion on the part of the over
acute, or the ill- disposed. M. Beauvais (as it appears from your notes) had
some personal interviews with the editor of L'Etoile, and offended him by
venturing an opinion that the corpse, notwithstanding the theory of the editor,
was, in sober fact, that of Marie. 'He persists,' says the paper, 'in asserting the
corpse to be that of Marie, but cannot give a circumstance, in addition to
those which we have commented upon, to make others believe.' Now, without
re-adverting to the fact that stronger evidence 'to make others believe,' could
never have been adduced, it may be remarked that a man may very well be
understood to believe, in a case of this kind, without the ability to advance a
single reason for the belief of a second party. Nothing is more vague than
impressions of individual identity. Each man recognizes his neighbor, yet
there are few instances in which any one is prepared to give a reason for his
recognition. The editor of L'Etoile had no right to be offended at M.
Beauvais' unreasoning belief.

"The suspicious circumstances which invest him, will be found to tally much
better with my hypothesis of romantic busy-bodyism, than with the reasoner's
suggestion of guilt. Once adopting the more charitable interpretation, we
shall find no difficulty incomprehending the rose in the key-hole; the 'Marie'
upon the slate; the 'elbowing the male relatives out of the way;' the 'aversion
to permitting them to see the body;' the caution given to Madame B----, that
she must hold no conversation with the gendarmeuntil his return (Beauvais');
and, lastly, his apparent determination 'that nobody should have anything to
do with the proceedings except himself.' It seems to me unquestionable that
Beauvais was a suitor of Marie's; that she coquetted with him; and that he
was ambitious of being thought to enjoy her fullest intimacy and confidence.
I shall say nothing more upon this point; and, as the evidence fully rebuts the
assertion of L'Etoile, touching the matter of apathy on the part of the mother
and other relatives - an apathy inconsistent with the supposition of their
believing the corpse to be that of the perfumery- girl - we shall now proceed
as if the question of identity were settled to our perfect satisfaction."

"And what," I here demanded, "do you think of the opinions of Le

Commerciel?"

"That, in spirit, they are far more worthy of attention than any which have
been promulgated upon the subject. The deductions from the premises are
philosophical and acute; but the premises, in two instances, at least, are
founded in imperfect observation. Le Commerciel wishes to intimate that
Marie was seized by some gang of low ruffians not far from her mother's
door. 'It is impossible,' it urges, 'that a person so well known to thousands as
this young woman was, should have passed three blocks without some one
having seen her.' This is the idea of a man long resident in Paris - a public
man - and one whose walks to and fro in the city, have been mostly limited to
the vicinity of the public offices. He is aware that he seldom passes so far as a
dozen blocks from his own bureau, without being recognized and accosted.
And, knowing the extent of his personal acquaintance with others, and of
others with him, he compares his notoriety with that of the perfumery-girl,
finds no great difference between them, and reaches at once the conclusion
that she, in her walks, would be equally liable to recognition with himself in
his. This could only be the case were her walks of the same unvarying,
methodical character, and within the same species of limited region as are his
own. He passes to and fro, at regular intervals, within a confined periphery,
abounding in individuals who are led to observation of his person through
interest in the kindred nature of his occupation with their own. But the walks
of Marie may, in general, be supposed discursive. In this particular instance,
it will be understood as most probable, that she proceeded upon a route of
more than average diversity from her accustomed ones. The parallel which
we imagine to have existed in the mind of Le Commerciel would only be
sustained in the event of the two individuals' traversing the whole city. In this
case, granting the personal acquaintances to be equal, the chances would be
also equal that an equal number of personal rencounters would be made. For
my own part, I should hold it not only as possible, but as very far more than
probable, that Marie might have proceeded, at any given period, by any one
of the many routes between her own residence and that of her aunt, without
meeting a single individual whom she knew, or by whom she was known. In
viewing this question in its full and proper light, we must hold steadily in
mind the great disproportion between the personal acquaintances of even the
most noted individual in Paris, and the entire population of Paris itself.

"But whatever force there may still appear to be in the suggestion of Le

Commerciel, will be much diminished when we take intoconsideration the
hour at which the girl went abroad. 'It was when the streets were full of
people,' says Le Commerciel, 'that she went out.' But not so. It was at nine
o'clock in the morning. Now at nine o'clock of every morning in the week,
_with the exception of Sunday_, the streets of the city are, it is true, thronged
with people. At nine on Sunday, the populace are chiefly within doors
_preparing for church_. No observing person can have failed to notice the
peculiarly deserted air of the town, from about eight until ten on the morning
of every Sabbath. Between ten and eleven the streets are thronged, but not at
so early a period as that designated.

"There is another point at which there seems a deficiency of observation on

the part of Le Commerciel. 'A piece,' it says, 'of one of the unfortunate girl's
petticoats, two feet long, and one foot wide, was torn out and tied under her
chin, and around the back of her head, probably to prevent screams. This was
done, by fellows who had no pocket-handkerchiefs.' Whether this idea is, or
is not well founded, we will endeavor to see hereafter; but by 'fellows who
have no pocket-handkerchiefs' the editor intends the lowest class of ruffians.
These, however, are the very description of people who will always be found
to have handkerchiefs even when destitute of shirts. You must have had
occasion to observe how absolutely indispensable, of late years, to the
thorough blackguard, has become thepocket-handkerchief."

"And what are we to think," I asked, "of the article in Le Soleil?"

"That it is a vast pity its inditer was not born a parrot - in which case he
would have been the most illustrious parrot of his race. He has merely
repeated the individual items of the already published opinion; collecting
them, with a laudable industry, from this paper and from that. 'The things had
all evidently been there,' he says,'at least, three or four weeks, and there can
be _no doubt_ that the spot of this appalling outrage has been discovered.'
The facts here re-stated by Le Soleil, are very far indeed from removing my
own doubts upon this subject, and we will examine them more particularly
hereafter in connexion with another division of the theme.

"At present we must occupy ourselves with other investigations You cannot
fail to have remarked the extreme laxity of the examination of the corpse. To
be sure, the question of identity was readily determined, or should have been;
but there were other points to be ascertained. Had the body been in any
respect despoiled? Had the deceased any articles of jewelry about her person
upon leaving home? if so, had she any when found? These are important
questions utterly untouched by the evidence; and there are others of equal
moment, which have met with no attention. We must endeavor to satisfy
ourselves by personal inquiry. The case of St. Eustache must be re-examined.
I have no suspicion of this person; but let us proceed methodically. We will
ascertain beyond a doubt the validity of the affidavits in regard to his
whereabouts on the Sunday. Affidavits of this character are readily made
matter of mystification. Should there be nothing wrong here, however, we
will dismiss St. Eustache from our investigations. His suicide, however
corroborative of suspicion, were there found to be deceit in the affidavits, is,
without such deceit, in no respect an unaccountable circumstance, or one
which need cause us to deflect from the line of ordinary analysis.

"In that which I now propose, we will discard the interior points of this
tragedy, and concentrate our attention upon its outskirts. Not the least usual
error, in investigations such as this, is the limiting of inquiry to the
immediate, with total disregard of the collateral or circumstantial events. It is
the mal-practice of the courts to confine evidence and discussion to the
bounds of apparent relevancy. Yet experience has shown, and a true
philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger portion of truth,
arises from the seemingly irrelevant. It is through the spirit of this principle,
if not precisely through its letter, that modern science has resolved to
calculate upon the unforeseen. But perhaps you do not comprehend me. The
history of human knowledge has so uninterruptedly shown that to collateral,
or incidental, or accidental events we are indebted for the most numerous and
most valuable discoveries, that it has at length become necessary, in any
prospective view ofimprovement, to make not only large, but the largest
allowances for inventions that shall arise by chance, and quite out of the
range of ordinary expectation. It is no longer philosophical to base, upon
what has been, a vision of what is to be. Accident is admitted as a portion of
the substructure. We make chance a matter of absolute calculation. We
subject the unlooked for and unimagined, to the mathematical _formulae_ of
the schools.

"I repeat that it is no more than fact, that the larger portion of all truth has
sprung from the collateral; and it is but in accordance with the spirit of the
principle involved in this fact, that I would divert inquiry, in the present case,
from the trodden and hitherto unfruitful ground of the event itself, to the
contemporarycircumstances which surround it. While you ascertain the
validity of the affidavits, I will examine the newspapers more generally than
you have as yet done. So far, we have only reconnoitred the field of
investigation; but it will be strange indeed if a comprehensive survey, such as
I propose, of the public prints, will not afford us some minute points which
shall establish a direction for inquiry."

In pursuance of Dupin's suggestion, I made scrupulous examination of the

affair of the affidavits. The result was a firm conviction of their validity, and
of the consequent innocence of St. Eustache. In the mean time my friend
occupied himself, with what seemed to me a minuteness altogether
objectless, in a scrutiny of the various newspaper files. At the end of a week
he placed before me the following extracts:

"About three years and a half ago, a disturbance very similar to the present,
was caused by the disappearance of this same Marie Rogêt, from the
parfumerie of Monsieur Le Blanc, in the Palais Royal. At the end of a week,
however, she re-appeared at her customary comptoir, as well as ever, with the
exception of a slight paleness not altogether usual. It was given out by
Monsieur Le Blanc and her mother, that she had merely been on a visit to
some friend in the country; and the affair was speedily hushed up. We
presume that the present absence is a freak of the same nature, and that, at the
expiration of a week, or perhaps of a month, we shall have her among us
again." - Evening Paper - Monday June 23. {*17}
"An evening journal of yesterday, refers to a former mysterious
disappearance of Mademoiselle Rogêt. It is well known that, during the week
of her absence from Le Blanc's parfumerie, she was in the company of a
young naval officer, much noted for his debaucheries. A quarrel, it is
supposed, providentially led to her return home. We have the name of the
Lothario in question, who is, at present, stationed in Paris, but, for obvious
reasons, forbear to make it public." - Le Mercurie - Tuesday Morning, June
24. {*18}

"An outrage of the most atrocious character was perpetrated near this city the
day before yesterday. A gentleman, with his wife and daughter, engaged,
about dusk, the services of six young men, who were idly rowing a boat to
and fro near the banks of the Seine, to convey him across the river. Upon
reaching the opposite shore, the three passengers stepped out, and had
proceeded so far as to be beyond the view of the boat, when the daughter
discovered that she had left in it her parasol. She returned for it, was seized
by the gang, carried out into the stream, gagged, brutally treated, and finally
taken to the shore at a point not far from that at which she had originally
entered the boat with her parents. The villains have escaped for the time, but
the police are upon their trail, and some of them will soon be taken." -
Morning Paper - June 25. {*19}

"We have received one or two communications, the object of which is to

fasten the crime of the late atrocity upon Mennais; {*20} but as this
gentleman has been fully exonerated by a loyal inquiry, and as the arguments
of our several correspondents appear to be more zealous than profound, we
do not think it advisable to make them public." - Morning Paper - June 28.
{*21}

"We have received several forcibly written communications, apparently from

various sources, and which go far to render it a matter of certainty that the
unfortunate Marie Rogêt has become a victim of one of the numerous bands
of blackguards which infest the vicinity of the city upon Sunday. Our own
opinion is decidedly in favor of this supposition. We shall endeavor to make
room for some of these arguments hereafter." - Evening Paper - Tuesday,
June 31. {*22}

"On Monday, one of the bargemen connected with the revenue service, saw a
empty boat floating down the Seine. Sails were lying in the bottom of the
boat. The bargeman towed it under the barge office. The next morning it was
taken from thence, without the knowledge of any of the officers. The rudder
is now at the barge office." - Le Diligence - Thursday, June 26. §

Upon reading these various extracts, they not only seemed to me irrelevant,
but I could perceive no mode in which any one of them could be brought to
bear upon the matter in hand. I waited for some explanation from Dupin.

"It is not my present design," he said, "to dwell upon the first and second of
those extracts. I have copied them chiefly to show you the extreme
remissness of the police, who, as far as I can understand from the Prefect,
have not troubled themselves, in any respect, with an examination of the
naval officer alluded to. Yet it is mere folly to say that between the first and
second disappearance of Marie, there is no _supposable_ connection. Let us
admit the first elopement to have resulted in a quarrel between the lovers, and
the return home of the betrayed. We are now prepared to view a second
elopement (if we know that an elopement has again taken place) as indicating
a renewal of the betrayer's advances, rather than as the result of new
proposals by a second individual - we are prepared to regard it as a 'making
up' of the old amour, rather than as the commencement of a new one. The
chances are ten to one, that he who had once eloped with Marie, would again
propose an elopement, rather than that she to whom proposals of elopement
had been made by one individual, should have them made to her by another.
And here let me call your attention to the fact, that the time elapsing between
the first ascertained, and the second supposed elopement, is a few months
more than the general period of the cruises of our men-of-war. Had the lover
been interrupted in his first villany by the necessity of departure to sea, and
had he seized the first moment of his return to renew the base designs not yet
altogether accomplished - or not yet altogether accomplished by _him?_ Of
all these things we know nothing.

"You will say, however, that, in the second instance, there was no elopement
as imagined. Certainly not - but are we prepared to say that there was not the
frustrated design? Beyond St. Eustache, and perhaps Beauvais, we find no
recognized, no open, no honorable suitors of Marie. Of none other is there
any thing said. Who, then, is the secret lover, of whom the relatives (at least
most of them) know nothing, but whom Marie meets upon the morning of
Sunday, and who is so deeply in her confidence, that she hesitates not to
remain with him until the shades of the evening descend, amid the solitary
groves of the Barrière du Roule? Who is that secret lover, I ask, of whom, at
least, most of the relatives know nothing? And what means the singular
prophecy of Madame Rogêt on the morning of Marie's departure? -- 'I fear
that I shall never see Marie again.'

"But if we cannot imagine Madame Rogêt privy to the design of elopement,

may we not at least suppose this design entertained by the girl? Upon quitting
home, she gave it to be understood that she was about to visit her aunt in the
Rue des Drômes and St. Eustache was requested to call for her at dark. Now,
at first glance, this fact strongly militates against my suggestion; - but let us
reflect. That she did meet some companion, and proceed with him across the
river, reaching the Barrière du Roule at so late an hour as three o'clock in the
afternoon, is known. But in consenting so to accompany this individual, (_for
whatever purpose -- to her mother known or unknown,_) she must have
thought of her expressed intention when leaving home, and of the surprise
and suspicion aroused in the bosom of her affianced suitor, St. Eustache,
when, calling for her, at the hour appointed, in the Rue des Drômes, he
should find that she had not been there, and when, moreover, upon returning
to the pension with this alarming intelligence, he should become aware of her
continued absence from home. She must have thought of these things, I say.
She must have foreseen the chagrin of St. Eustache, the suspicion of all. She
could not have thought of returning to brave this suspicion; but the suspicion
becomes a point of trivial importance to her, if we suppose her not intending
to return.

"We may imagine her thinking thus - 'I am to meet a certain person for the
purpose of elopement, or for certain other purposes known only to myself. It
is necessary that there be no chance ofinterruption - there must be sufficient
time given us to elude pursuit - I will give it to be understood that I shall visit
and spend the day with my aunt at the Rue des Drômes - I well tell St.
Eustache not to call for me until dark - in this way, my absence from home
for the longest possible period, without causing suspicion or anxiety, will be
accounted for, and I shall gain more time than in any other manner. If I bid St.
Eustache call for me at dark, he will be sure not to call before; but, if I wholly
neglect to bid him call, my time for escape will be diminished, since it will be
expected that I return the earlier, and my absence will the sooner excite
anxiety. Now, if it were my design to return at all - if I had incontemplation
merely a stroll with the individual in question - it would not be my policy to
bid St. Eustache call; for, calling, he will be sure to ascertain that I have
played him false - a fact of which I might keep him for ever in ignorance, by
leaving home without notifying him of my intention, by returning before
dark, and by then stating that I had been to visit my aunt in the Rue des
Drômes. But, as it is my design never to return - or not for some weeks - or
not until certain concealments are effected - the gaining of time is the only
point about which I need give myself any concern.'

"You have observed, in your notes, that the most general opinion in relation
to this sad affair is, and was from the first, that the girl had been the victim of
a gang of blackguards. Now, the popular opinion, under certain conditions, is
not to be disregarded. When arising of itself -- when manifesting itself in a
strictlyspontaneous manner -- we should look upon it as analogous with that
_intuition_ which is the idiosyncrasy of the individual man of genius. In
ninety-nine cases from the hundred I would abide by its decision. But it is
important that we find no palpable traces of _suggestion_. The opinion must
be rigorously _the public's own_; and the distinction is often exceedingly
difficult to perceive and to maintain. In the present instance, it appears to me
that this 'public opinion' in respect to a gang, has been superinduced by the
collateral event which is detailed in the third of my extracts. All Paris is
excited by the discovered corpse of Marie, a girl young, beautiful and
notorious. This corpse is found, bearing marks of violence, and floating in the
river. But it is now made known that, at the very period, or about the very
period, in which it is supposed that the girl was assassinated, an outrage
similar in nature to that endured by the deceased, although less in extent, was
perpetuated, by a gang of young ruffians, upon the person of a second young
female. Is it wonderful that the one known atrocity should influence the
popular judgment in regard to the other unknown? This judgment awaited
direction, and the known outrage seemed so opportunely to afford it! Marie,
too, was found in the river; and upon this very river was this known outrage
committed. The connexion of the two events had about it so much of the
palpable, that the true wonder would have been a failure of the populace to
appreciate and to seize it. But, in fact, the one atrocity, known to be so
committed, is, if any thing, evidence that the other, committed at a time
nearly coincident, was not so committed. It would have been a miracle
indeed, if, while a gang of ruffians were perpetrating, at a given locality, a
most unheard-of wrong, there should have been another similar gang, in a
similar locality, in the same city, under the same circumstances, with the
same means and appliances, engaged in a wrong of precisely the same aspect,
at precisely the same period of time! Yet in what, if not in this marvellous
train of coincidence, does the accidentally suggested opinion of the populace
call upon us to believe?

"Before proceeding farther, let us consider the supposed scene of the

assassination, in the thicket at the Barrière du Roule. This thicket, although
dense, was in the close vicinity of a public road. Within were three or four
large stones, forming a kind of seat with a back and footstool. On the upper
stone was discovered a white petticoat; on the second, a silk scarf. A parasol,
gloves, and apocket-handkerchief, were also here found. The handkerchief
bore the name, 'Marie Rogêt.' Fragments of dress were seen on the branches
around. The earth was trampled, the bushes were broken, and there was every
evidence of a violent struggle.

"Notwithstanding the acclamation with which the discovery of this thicket

was received by the press, and the unanimity with which it was supposed to
indicate the precise scene of the outrage, it must be admitted that there was
some very good reason for doubt. That it was the scene, I may or I may not
believe - but there was excellent reason for doubt. Had the true scene been, as
Le Commerciel suggested, in the neighborhood of the Rue Pavée St. Andrée,
the perpetrators of the crime, supposing them still resident in Paris, would
naturally have been stricken with terror at the public attention thus acutely
directed into the proper channel; and, in certain classes of minds, there would
have arisen, at once, a sense of the necessity of some exertion to redivert this
attention. And thus, the thicket of the Barrière du Roule having been already
suspected, the idea of placing the articles where they were found, might have
been naturally entertained. There is no real evidence, although Le Soleil so
supposes, that the articles discovered had been more than a very few days in
the thicket; while there is much circumstantial proof that they could not have
remained there, without attracting attention, during the twenty days elapsing
between the fatal Sunday and the afternoon upon which they were found by
the boys. 'They were all _mildewed_down hard,' says Le Soleil, adopting the
opinions of its predecessors, 'with the action of the rain, and stuck together
from _mildew_. The grass had grown around and over some of them. The
silk of the parasol was strong, but the threads of it were run together within.
The upper part, where it bad been doubled and folded, was all _mildewed_
and rotten, and tore on being opened.' In respect to the grass having '.grown
around and over some of them,' it is obvious that the fact could only have
beenascertained from the words, and thus from the recollections, of two small
boys; for these boys removed the articles and took them home before they
had been seen by a third party. But grass will grow, especially in warm and
damp weather, (such as was that of the period of the murder,) as much as two
or three inches in a single day. A parasol lying upon a newly turfed ground,
might, in a single week, be entirely concealed from sight by the upspringing
grass. And touching that mildew upon which the editor of Le Soleil so
pertinaciously insists, that he employs the word no less than three times in the
brief paragraph just quoted, is be really unaware of the nature of this mildew?
Is he to be told that it is one of the many classes of fungus, of which the most
ordinary feature is its upspringing and decadence within twenty-four hours?

"Thus we see, at a glance, that what has been most triumphantly adduced in
support of the idea that the articles bad been 'for at least three or four weeks'
in the thicket, is most absurdly null as regards any evidence of that fact. On
the other hand, it is exceedingly difficult to believe that these articles could
have remained in the thicket specified, for a longer period than a single week
- for a longer period than from one Sunday to the next. Those who know any
thing of the vicinity of Paris, know the extreme difficulty of finding seclusion
unless at a great distance from its suburbs. Such a thing as an unexplored, or
even an unfrequently visited recess, amid its woods or groves, is not for a
moment to be imagined. Let any one who, being at heart a lover of nature, is
yet chained by duty to the dust and heat of this great metropolis - let any such
one attempt, even during the weekdays, to slake his thirst for solitude amid
the scenes of natural loveliness which immediately surround us. At every
second step, he will find the growing charm dispelled by the voice and
personal intrusion of some ruffian or party of carousing blackguards. He will
seek privacy amid the densest foliage, all in vain. Here are the very nooks
where the unwashed most abound - here are the temples most desecrate. With
sickness of the heart the wanderer will flee back to the polluted Paris as to a
less odious because less incongruous sink of pollution. But if the vicinity of
the city is so beset during the working days of the week, how much more so
on the Sabbath! It is now especially that, released from the claims of labor, or
deprived of the customary opportunities of crime, the town blackguard seeks
the precincts of the town, not through love of the rural, which in his heart he
despises, but by way of escape from the restraints and conventionalities of
society. He desires less the fresh air and the green trees, than the utter license
of the country. Here, at the road-side inn, or beneath the foliage of the woods,
he indulges, unchecked by any eye except those of his boon companions, in
all the mad excess of a counterfeit hilarity - the joint offspring of liberty and
of rum. I say nothing more than what must be obvious to every dispassionate
observer, when I repeat that the circumstance of the articles in question
having remained undiscovered, for a longer period - than from one Sunday to
another, in any thicket in the immediate neighborhood of Paris, is to be
looked upon as little less than miraculous.

"But there are not wanting other grounds for the suspicion that the articles
were placed in the thicket with the view of diverting attention from the real
scene of the outrage. And, first, let me direct your notice to the date of the
discovery of the articles. Collate this with the date of the fifth extract made
by myself from the newspapers. You will find that the discovery followed,
almost immediately, the urgent communications sent to the evening paper.
These communications, although various and apparently from various
sources, tended all to the same point - viz., the directing of attention to a gang
as the perpetrators of the outrage, and to the neighborhood of the Barrière du
Roule as its scene. Now here, of course, the suspicion is not that, in
consequence of thesecommunications, or of the public attention by them
directed, the articles were found by the boys; but the suspicion might and
may well have been, that the articles were not before found by the boys, for
the reason that the articles had not before been in the thicket; having been
deposited there only at so late a period as at the date, or shortly prior to the
date of the communications by the guilty authors of these communications
themselves.

"This thicket was a singular - an exceedingly singular one. It was unusually

dense. Within its naturally walled enclosure were three extraordinary stones,
forming a seat with a back and footstool. And this thicket, so full of a natural
art, was in the immediate vicinity, within a few rods, of the dwelling of
Madame Deluc, whose boys were in the habit of closely examining the
shrubberies about them in search of the bark of the sassafras. Would it be a
rash wager - a wager of one thousand to one -- that a day never passed over
the heads of these boys without finding at least one of them ensconced in the
umbrageous hall, and enthroned upon its natural throne? Those who would
hesitate at such a wager, have either never been boys themselves, or have
forgotten the boyish nature. I repeat -- it is exceedingly hard to comprehend
how the articles could have remained in this thicket undiscovered, for a
longer period than one or two days; and that thus there is good ground for
suspicion, in spite of the dogmatic ignorance of Le Soleil, that they were, at a
comparatively late date, deposited where found.

"But there are still other and stronger reasons for believing them so
deposited, than any which I have as yet urged. And, now, let me beg your
notice to the highly artificial arrangement of the articles. On the upper stone
lay a white petticoat; on the second a silk scarf; scattered around, were a
parasol, gloves, and a pocket-handkerchief bearing the name, 'Marie Rogêt.'
Here is just such an arrangement as would naturally be made by a not over-
acute person wishing to dispose the articles naturally. But it is by no means a
really natural arrangement. I should rather have looked to see the things all
lying on the ground and trampled under foot. In the narrow limits of that
bower, it would have been scarcely possible that the petticoat and scarf
should have retained a position upon the stones, when subjected to the
brushing to and fro of many struggling persons. 'There was evidence,' it is
said, 'of a struggle; and the earth was trampled, the bushes were broken,' - but
the petticoat and the scarf are found deposited as if upon shelves. 'The pieces
of the frock torn out by the bushes were about three inches wide and six
inches long. One part was the hem of the frock and it had been mended. They
looked like strips torn off.' Here, inadvertently, Le Soleil has employed an
exceedingly suspicious phrase. The pieces, as described, do indeed 'look like
strips torn off;' but purposely and by hand. It is one of the rarest of accidents
that a piece is 'torn off,' from any garment such as is now in question, by the
agency of a thorn. From the very nature of such fabrics, a thorn or nail
becoming entangled in them, tears them rectangularly - divides them into two
longitudinal rents, at right angles with each other, and meeting at an apex
where the thorn enters - but it is scarcely possible to conceive the piece 'torn
off.' I never so knew it, nor did you. To tear a piece off from such fabric, two
distinct forces, in different directions, will be, in almost every case, required.
If there be two edges to the fabric - if, for example, it be a pocket-
handkerchief, and it is desired to tear from it a slip, then, and then only, will
the one force serve the purpose. But in the present case the question is of a
dress, presenting but one edge. To tear a piece from the interior, where no
edge is presented, could only be effected by a miracle through the agency of
thorns, and no one thorn could accomplish it. But, even where an edge is
presented, two thorns will be necessary, operating, the one in two distinct
directions, and the other in one. And this in the supposition that the edge is
unhemmed. If hemmed, the matter is nearly out of the question. We thus see
the numerous and great obstacles in the way of pieces being 'torn off' through
the simple agency of 'thorns;' yet we are required to believe not only that one
piece but that many have been so torn. 'And one part,' too, 'was the hem of
the frock!' Another piece was 'part of the skirt, not the hem,' - that is to say,
was torn completely out through the agency of thorns, from the uncaged
interior of the dress! These, I say, are things which one may well be pardoned
for disbelieving; yet, taken collectedly, they form, perhaps, less of reasonable
ground for suspicion, than the one startling circumstance of the articles'
having been left in this thicket at all, by any murderers who had enough
precaution to think of removing the corpse. You will not have apprehended
me rightly, however, if you suppose it my design to deny this thicket as the
scene of the outrage. There might have been a wrong here, or, more possibly,
an accident at Madame Deluc's. But, in fact, this is a point of minor
importance. We are not engaged in an attempt to discover the scene, but to
produce the perpetrators of the murder. What I have adduced,
notwithstanding the minuteness with which I have adduced it, has been with
the view, first, to show the folly of the positive and headlong assertions of Le
Soleil, but secondly and chiefly, to bring you, by the most natural route, to a
further contemplation of the doubt whether this assassination has, or has not
been, the work of a gang.

"We will resume this question by mere allusion to the revolting details of the
surgeon examined at the inquest. It is only necessary to say that is published
inferences, in regard to the number of ruffians, have been properly ridiculed
as unjust and totally baseless, by all the reputable anatomists of Paris. Not
that the matter might not have been as inferred, but that there was no ground
for the inference: - was there not much for another?

"Let us reflect now upon 'the traces of a struggle;' and let me ask what these
traces have been supposed to demonstrate. A gang. But do they not rather
demonstrate the absence of a gang? What struggle could have taken place -
what struggle so violent and so enduring as to have left its 'traces' in all
directions - between a weak and defenceless girl and the gang of ruffians
imagined? The silent grasp of a few rough arms and all would have been
over. The victim must have been absolutely passive at their will. You will
here bear in mind that the arguments urged against the thicket as the scene,
are applicable in chief part, only against it as the scene of an outrage
committed by more than a single individual. If we imagine but one violator,
we can conceive, and thus only conceive, the struggle of so violent and so
obstinate a nature as to have left the 'traces' apparent.

"And again. I have already mentioned the suspicion to be excited by the fact
that the articles in question were suffered to remain at all in the thicket where
discovered. It seems almost impossible that these evidences of guilt should
have been accidentally left where found. There was sufficient presence of
mind (it is supposed) to remove the corpse; and yet a more positive evidence
than the corpse itself (whose features might have been quickly obliterated by
decay,) is allowed to lie conspicuously in the scene of the outrage - I allude to
the handkerchief with the name of the deceased. If this was accident, it was
not the accident of a gang. We can imagine it only the accident of an
individual. Let us see. An individual has committed the murder. He is alone
with the ghost of the departed. He is appalled by what lies motionless before
him. The fury of his passion is over, and there is abundant room in his heart
for the natural awe of the deed. His is none of that confidence which the
presence of numbers inevitably inspires. He is alone with the dead. He
trembles and is bewildered. Yet there is a necessity for disposing of the
corpse. He bears it to the river, but leaves behind him the other evidences of
guilt; for it is difficult, if not impossible to carry all the burthen at once, and it
will be easy to return for what is left. But in his toilsome journey to the water
his fears redouble within him. The sounds of life encompass his path. A
dozen times he hears or fancies the step of an observer. Even the very lights
from the city bewilder him. Yet, in time and by long and frequent pauses of
deep agony, he reaches the river's brink, and disposes of his ghastly charge -
perhaps through the medium of a boat. But now what treasure does the world
hold - what threat of vengeance could it hold out - which would have power
to urge the return of that lonely murderer over that toilsome and perilous
path, to the thicket and its blood chilling recollections? He returns not, let the
consequences be what they may. He could not return if he would. His sole
thought is immediate escape. He turns his back forever upon those dreadful
shrubberies and flees as from the wrath to come.

"But how with a gang? Their number would have inspired them with
confidence; if, indeed confidence is ever wanting in the breast of the arrant
blackguard; and of arrant blackguards alone are the supposed gangs ever
constituted. Their number, I say, would have prevented the bewildering and
unreasoning terror which I have imagined to paralyze the single man. Could
we suppose an oversight in one, or two, or three, this oversight would have
been remedied by a fourth. They would have left nothing behind them; for
their number would have enabled them to carry all at once. There would have
been no need of return.

"Consider now the circumstance that in the outer garment of the corpse when
found, 'a slip, about a foot wide had been torn upward from the bottom hem
to the waist wound three times round the waist, and secured by a sort of hitch
in the back.' This was done with the obvious design of affording a handle by
which to carry the body. But would any number of men hare dreamed of
resorting to such an expedient? To three or four, the limbs of the corpse
would have afforded not only a sufficient, but the best possible hold. The
device is that of a single individual; and this brings us to the fact that
'between the thicket and the river, the rails of the fences were found taken
down, and the ground bore evident traces of some heavy burden having been
dragged along it!' But would a number of men have put themselves to the
superfluous trouble of taking down a fence, for the purpose of dragging
through it a corpse which they might have lifted over any fence in an instant?
Would a number of men have so dragged a corpse at all as to have left
evident traces of the dragging?

"And here we must refer to an observation of Le Commerciel; an observation

upon which I have already, in some measure, commented. 'A piece,' says this
journal, 'of one of the unfortunate girl's petticoats was torn out and tied under
her chin, and around the back of her head, probably to prevent screams. This
was done by fellows who had no pocket-handkerchiefs.'

"I have before suggested that a genuine blackguard is never without a pocket-
handkerchief. But it is not to this fact that I now especially advert. That it was
not through want of a handkerchief for the purpose imagined by Le
Commerciel, that this bandage was employed, is rendered apparent by the
handkerchief left in the thicket; and that the object was not 'to prevent
screams' appears, also, from the bandage having been employed in preference
to what would so much better have answered the purpose. But the language
of the evidence speaks of the strip in question as 'found around the neck,
fitting loosely, and secured with a hard knot.' These words are sufficiently
vague, but differ materially from those of Le Commerciel. The slip was
eighteen inches wide, and therefore, although of muslin, would form a strong
band when folded or rumpled longitudinally. And thus rumpled it was
discovered. My inference is this. The solitary murderer, having borne the
corpse, for some distance, (whether from the thicket or elsewhere) by means
of the bandage hitched around its middle, found the weight, in this mode of
procedure, too much for his strength. He resolved to drag the burthen - the
evidence goes to show that it wasdragged. With this object in view, it became
necessary to attach something like a rope to one of the extremities. It could be
best attached about the neck, where the head would prevent its slipping off.
And, now, the murderer bethought him, unquestionably, of the bandage about
the loins. He would have used this, but for its volution about the corpse, the
hitch which embarrassed it, and the reflection that it had not been 'torn off'
from the garment. It was easier to tear a new slip from the petticoat. He tore
it, made it fast about the neck, and so dragged his victim to the brink of the
river. That this 'bandage,' only attainable with trouble and delay, and but
imperfectly answering its purpose - that this bandage was employed at all,
demonstrates that the necessity for its employment sprang from
circumstances arising at a period when the handkerchief was no longer
attainable -- that is to say, arising, as we have imagined, after quitting the
thicket, (if the thicket it was), and on the road between the thicket and the
river.

"But the evidence, you will say, of Madame Deluc, (!) points especially to the
presence of a gang, in the vicinity of the thicket, at or about the epoch of the
murder. This I grant. I doubt if there were not a dozen gangs, such as
described by Madame Deluc, in and about the vicinity of the Barrière du
Roule at or about the period of this tragedy. But the gang which has drawn
upon itself the pointed animadversion, although the somewhat tardy and very
suspicious evidence of Madame Deluc, is the only gang which is represented
by that honest and scrupulous old lady as having eaten her cakes and
swallowed her brandy, without putting themselves to the trouble of making
her payment. Et hinc illæ iræ?

"But what is the precise evidence of Madame Deluc? 'A gang of miscreants
made their appearance, behaved boisterously, ate and drank without making
payment, followed in the route of the young man and girl, returned to the inn
about dusk, and recrossed the river as if in great haste.'

"Now this 'great haste' very possibly seemed greater haste in the eyes of
Madame Deluc, since she dwelt lingeringly and lamentingly upon her
violated cakes and ale - cakes and ale for which she might still have
entertained a faint hope of compensation. Why, otherwise, since it was about
dusk, should she make a point of the haste? It is no cause for wonder, surely,
that even a gang of blackguards should make haste to get home, when a wide
river is to be crossed in small boats, when storm impends, and when night
approaches.

"I say approaches; for the night had not yet arrived. It was only about dusk
that the indecent haste of these 'miscreants' offended the sober eyes of
Madame Deluc. But we are told that it was upon this very evening that
Madame Deluc, as well as her eldest son, 'heard the screams of a female in
the vicinity of the inn.' And in what words does Madame Deluc designate the
period of the evening at which these screams were heard? 'It was soon after
dark,' she says. But 'soon after dark,' is, at least, dark; and'about dusk' is as
certainly daylight. Thus it is abundantly clear that the gang quitted the
Barrière du Roule prior to the screams overheard (?) by Madame Deluc. And
although, in all the many reports of the evidence, the relative expressions in
question are distinctly and invariably employed just as I have employed them
in this conversation with yourself, no notice whatever of the gross
discrepancy has, as yet, been taken by any of the public journals, or by any of
the Myrmidons of police.
"I shall add but one to the arguments against a gang; but this one has, to my
own understanding at least, a weight altogetherirresistible. Under the
circumstances of large reward offered, and full pardon to any King's
evidence, it is not to be imagined, for a moment, that some member of a gang
of low ruffians, or of any body of men, would not long ago have betrayed his
accomplices. Each one of a gang so placed, is not so much greedy of reward,
or anxious for escape, as fearful of betrayal. He betrays eagerly and early that
he may not himself be betrayed. That the secret has not been divulged, is the
very best of proof that it is, in fact, a secret. The horrors of this dark deed are
known only to one, or two, living human beings, and to God.

"Let us sum up now the meagre yet certain fruits of our long analysis. We
have attained the idea either of a fatal accident under the roof of Madame
Deluc, or of a murder perpetrated, in the thicket at the Barrière du Roule, by a
lover, or at least by an intimate and secret associate of the deceased. This
associate is of swarthy complexion. This complexion, the 'hitch' in the
bandage, and the 'sailor's knot,' with which the bonnet-ribbon is tied, point to
a seaman. His companionship with the deceased, a gay, but not an abject
young girl, designates him as above the grade of the common sailor. Here the
well written and urgent communications to the journals are much in the way
of corroboration. The circumstance of the first elopement, as mentioned by
Le Mercurie, tends to blend the idea of this seaman with that of the 'naval
officer' who is first known to have led the unfortunate into crime.

"And here, most fitly, comes the consideration of the continued absence of
him of the dark complexion. Let me pause to observe that the complexion of
this man is dark and swarthy; it was no common swarthiness which
constituted the sole point of remembrance, both as regards Valence and
Madame Deluc. But why is this man absent? Was he murdered by the gang?
If so, why are there only traces of the assassinated girl? The scene of the two
outrages will naturally be supposed identical. And where is his corpse? The
assassins would most probably have disposed of both in the same way. But it
may be said that this man lives, and is deterred from making himself known,
through dread of being charged with the murder. This consideration might be
supposed to operate upon him now - at this late period - since it has been
given in evidence that he was seen with Marie - but it would have had no
force at the period of the deed. The first impulse of an innocent man would
have been to announce the outrage, and to aid in identifying the ruffians. This
policy would have suggested. He had been seen with the girl. He had crossed
the river with her in an open ferry-boat. The denouncing of the assassins
would have appeared, even to an idiot, the surest and sole means of relieving
himself from suspicion. We cannot suppose him, on the night of the fatal
Sunday, both innocent himself and incognizant of an outrage committed. Yet
only under such circumstances is it possible to imagine that he would have
failed, if alive, in the denouncement of the assassins.

"And what means are ours, of attaining the truth? We shall find these means
multiplying and gathering distinctness as we proceed. Let us sift to the
bottom this affair of the first elopement. Let us know the full history of 'the
officer,' with his present circumstances, and his whereabouts at the precise
period of the murder. Let us carefully compare with each other the various
communications sent to the evening paper, in which the object was to
inculpate a gang. This done, let us compare these communications, both as
regards style and MS., with those sent to the morning paper, at a previous
period, and insisting so vehemently upon the guilt of Mennais. And, all this
done, let us again compare these various communications with the known
MSS. of the officer. Let us endeavor to ascertain, by repeated questionings of
Madame Deluc and her boys, as well as of the omnibus driver, Valence,
something more of the personal appearance and bearing of the 'man of dark
complexion.' Queries, skilfully directed, will not fail to elicit, from some of
these parties, information on this particular point (or upon others) -
information which the parties themselves may not even be aware of
possessing. And let us now trace the boatpicked up by the bargeman on the
morning of Monday the twenty-third of June, and which was removed from
thebarge-office, without the cognizance of the officer in attendance, and
without the rudder, at some period prior to the discovery of the corpse. With a
proper caution and perseverance we shall infallibly trace this boat; for not
only can the bargeman who picked it up identify it, but the rudder is at hand.
The rudder of a sail-boat would not have been abandoned, without inquiry, by
one altogether at ease in heart. And here let me pause to insinuate a question.
There was no advertisement of the picking up of this boat. It was silently
taken to the barge-office, and as silently removed. But its owner or employer
- how happened he, at so early a period as Tuesday morning, to be informed,
without the agency of advertisement, of the locality of the boat taken up on
Monday, unless we imagine some connexion with the navy - some personal
permanent connexion leading to cognizance of its minute in interests - its
petty local news?

"In speaking of the lonely assassin dragging his burden to the shore, I have
already suggested the probability of his availing himself of a boat. Now we
are to understand that Marie Rogêt was precipitated from a boat. This would
naturally have been the case. The corpse could not have been trusted to the
shallow waters of the shore. The peculiar marks on the back and shoulders of
the victim tell of the bottom ribs of a boat. That the body was found without
weight is alsocorroborative of the idea. If thrown from the shore a weight
would have been attached. We can only account for its absence by supposing
the murderer to have neglected the precaution of supplying himself with it
before pushing off. In the act of consigning the corpse to the water, he would
unquestionably have noticed his oversight; but then no remedy would have
been at hand. Any risk would have been preferred to a return to that accursed
shore. Having rid himself of his ghastly charge, the murderer would have
hastened to the city. There, at some obscure wharf, he would have leaped on
land. But the boat - would he have secured it? He would have been in too
great haste for such things as securing a boat. Moreover, in fastening it to the
wharf, he would have felt as if securing evidence against himself. His natural
thought would have been to cast from him, as far as possible, all that had held
connection with his crime. He would not only have fled from the wharf, but
he would not have permitted the boat to remain. Assuredly he would have
cast it adrift. Let us pursue our fancies. - In the morning, the wretch is
stricken with unutterable horror at finding that the boat has been picked up
and detained at a locality which he is in the daily habit of frequenting - at a
locality, perhaps, which his duty compels him to frequent. The next night,
without daring to ask for the rudder, he removes it. Now where is that
rudderless boat? Let it be one of our first purposes to discover. With the first
glimpse we obtain of it, the dawn of our success shall begin. This boat shall
guide us, with a rapidity which will surprise even ourselves, to him who
employed it in the midnight of the fatal Sabbath. Corroboration will rise upon
corroboration, and the murderer will be traced."

[For reasons which we shall not specify, but which to many readers will
appear obvious, we have taken the liberty of here omitting, from the MSS.
placed in our hands, such portion as details the following up of the apparently
slight clew obtained by Dupin. We feel it advisable only to state, in brief, that
the result desired was brought to pass; and that the Prefect fulfilled
punctually, although with reluctance, the terms of his compact with the
Chevalier. Mr. Poe's article concludes with the following words. - Eds.
{*23}]

It will be understood that I speak of coincidences and no more. What I have

said above upon this topic must suffice. In my own heart there dwells no faith
in præter-nature. That Nature and its God are two, no man who thinks, will
deny. That the latter, creating the former, can, at will, control or modify it, is
also unquestionable. I say "at will;" for the question is of will, and not, as the
insanity of logic has assumed, of power. It is not that the Deity cannot modify
his laws, but that we insult him in imagining a possible necessity for
modification. In their origin these laws were fashioned to embrace all
contingencies which could lie in the Future. With God all is Now.

I repeat, then, that I speak of these things only as of coincidences. And

farther: in what I relate it will be seen that between the fate of the unhappy
Mary Cecilia Rogers, so far as that fate is known, and the fate of one Marie
Rogêt up to a certain epoch in her history, there has existed a parallel in the
contemplation of whose wonderful exactitude the reason becomes
embarrassed. I say all this will be seen. But let it not for a moment be
supposed that, in proceeding with the sad narrative of Marie from the epoch
just mentioned, and in tracing to its dénouement the mystery which
enshrouded her, it is my covert design to hint at an extension of the parallel,
or even to suggest that the measures adopted in Paris for the discovery of the
assassin of a grisette, or measures founded in any similarratiocination, would
produce any similar result.

For, in respect to the latter branch of the supposition, it should be considered

that the most trifling variation in the facts of the two cases might give rise to
the most important miscalculations, by diverting thoroughly the two courses
of events; very much as, in arithmetic, an error which, in its own
individuality, may be inappreciable, produces, at length, by dint of
multiplication at all points of the process, a result enormously at variance
with truth. And, in regard to the former branch, we must not fail to hold in
view that the very Calculus of Probabilities to which I have referred, forbids
all idea of the extension of the parallel: - forbids it with a positiveness strong
and decided just in proportion as this parallel has already been long-drawn
and exact. This is one of those anomalous propositions which, seemingly
appealing to thought altogether apart from the mathematical, is yet one which
only the mathematician can fully entertain. Nothing, for example, is more
difficult than to convince the merely general reader that the fact of sixes
having been thrown twice in succession by a player at dice, is sufficient cause
for betting the largest odds that sixes will not be thrown in the third attempt.
A suggestion to this effect is usually rejected by the intellect at once. It does
not appear that the two throws which have been completed, and which lie
now absolutely in the Past, can have influence upon the throw which exists
only in the Future. The chance for throwing sixes seems to be precisely as it
was at any ordinary time - that is to say, subject only to the influence of the
various other throws which may be made by the dice. And this is a reflection
which appears so exceedingly obvious that attempts to controvert it are
received more frequently with a derisive smile than with anything like
respectful attention. The error here involved - a gross error redolent of
mischief - I cannot pretend to expose within the limits assigned me at present;
and with the philosophical it needs no exposure. It may be sufficient here to
say that it forms one of an infinite series of mistakes which arise in the path
or Reason through her propensity for seeking truth in detail.

~~~ End of Text ~~~

FOOTNOTES--Marie Rogêt

{*1} Upon the original publication of "Marie Roget," the foot-notes now
appended were considered unnecessary; but the lapse of several years since
the tragedy upon which the tale is based, renders it expedient to give them,
and also to say a few words in explanation of the general design. A young
girl, Mary Cecilia Rogers, was murdered in the vicinity of New York; and,
although her death occasioned an intense and long-enduring excitement, the
mystery attending it had remained unsolved at the period when the present
paper was written and published (November, 1842). Herein, under pretence
of relating the fate of a Parisian grisette, the author has followed in minute
detail, the essential, while merely paralleling the inessential facts of the real
murder of Mary Rogers. Thus all argument founded upon the fiction is
applicable to the truth: and the investigation of the truth was the object. The
"Mystery of Marie Roget" was composed at a distance from the scene of the
atrocity, and with no other means of investigation than the newspapers
afforded. Thus much escaped the writer of which he could have availed
himself had he been upon the spot, and visited the localities. It may not be
improper to record, nevertheless, that the confessions of two persons, (one of
them the Madame Deluc of the narrative) made, at different periods, long
subsequent to the publication, confirmed, in full, not only the general
conclusion, but absolutely all the chief hypothetical details by which that
conclusion was attained.

{*2} The nom de plume of Von Hardenburg.

{*3} Nassau Street.

{*4} Anderson.

{*5} The Hudson.

{*6} Weehawken.

{*7} Payne.

{*8} Crommelin.

{*9} The New York "Mercury."

(*10} The New York "Brother Jonathan," edited by H. Hastings Weld, Esq.

{*11} New York "Journal of Commerce."

(*12} Philadelphia "Saturday Evening Post," edited by C. I. Peterson, Esq.

{*13} Adam

{*14} See "Murders in the Rue Morgue."

{*15} The New York "Commercial Advertiser," edited by Col. Stone.

{*16} "A theory based on the qualities of an object, will prevent its being
unfolded according to its objects; and he who arranges topics in reference to
their causes, will cease to value them according to their results. Thus the
jurisprudence of every nation will show that, when law becomes a science
and a system, it ceases to be justice. The errors into which a blind devotion to
principles of classification has led the common law, will be seen by observing
how often the legislature has been obliged to come forward to restore the
equity its scheme had lost." - Landor.

{*17} New York "Express"

{*18} NewYork "Herald."

{*19} New York "Courier and Inquirer."

{*20} Mennais was one of the parties originally suspected and arrested, but
discharged through total lack of evidence.

{*21} New York "Courier and Inquirer."

{*22} New York "Evening Post."

{*23} Of the Magazine in which the article was originally published.

THE BALLOON-HOAX

[Astounding News by Express, _via_ Norfolk ! - The Atlantic crossed in

Three Days ! Signal Triumph of Mr. Monck Mason's Flying Machine ! -
Arrival at Sullivan's Island, near Charlestown, S.C., of Mr. Mason, Mr.
Robert Holland, Mr. Henson, Mr. Harrison Ainsworth, and four others, in the
Steering Balloon, "Victoria," after a passage of Seventy-five Hours from
Land to Land ! Full Particulars of the Voyage!

The subjoined _jeu d'esprit_ with the preceding heading in magnificent

capitals, well interspersed with notes of admiration, was originally published,
as matter of fact, in the "New York Sun," a daily newspaper, and therein fully
subserved the purpose of creating indigestible aliment for the _quidnuncs_
during the few hours intervening between a couple of the Charleston mails.
The rush for the "sole paper which had the news," was something beyond
even the prodigious ; and, in fact, if (as some assert) the "Victoria" _did_ not
absolutely accomplish the voyage recorded, it will be difficult to assign a
reason why she _should_ not have accomplished it.]

THE great problem is at length solved ! The air, as well as the earth and the
ocean, has been subdued by science, and will become a common and
convenient highway for mankind. _The Atlantic has been actually crossed in
a Balloon!_ and this too without difficulty - without any great apparent
danger - with thorough control of the machine - and in the inconceivably
brief period of seventy-five hours from shore to shore ! By the energy of an
agent at Charleston, S.C., we are enabled to be the first to furnish the public
with a detailed account of this most extraordinary voyage, which was
performed between Saturday, the 6th instant, at 11, A.M., and 2, P.M., on
Tuesday, the 9th instant, by Sir Everard Bringhurst ; Mr. Osborne, a nephew
of Lord Bentinck's ; Mr. Monck Mason and Mr. Robert Holland, the well-
known æronauts ; Mr. Harrison Ainsworth, author of "Jack Sheppard," &c. ;
and Mr. Henson, the projector of the late unsuccessful flying machine - with
two seamen from Woolwich - in all, eight persons. The particulars furnished
below may be relied on as authentic and accurate in every respect, as, with a
slight exception, they are copied _verbatim_ from the joint diaries of Mr.
Monck Mason and Mr. Harrison Ainsworth, to whose politeness our agent is
also indebted for much verbal information respecting the balloon itself, its
construction, and other matters of interest. The only alteration in the MS.
received, has been made for the purpose of throwing the hurried account of
our agent, Mr. Forsyth, into a connected and intelligible form.

"THE BALLOON.

"Two very decided failures, of late - those of Mr. Henson and Sir George
Cayley - had much weakened the public interest in the subject of aerial
navigation. Mr. Henson's scheme (which at first was considered very feasible
even by men of science,) was founded upon the principle of an inclined
plane, started from an eminence by an extrinsic force, applied and continued
by the revolution of impinging vanes, in form and number resembling the
vanes of a windmill. But, in all the experiments made with models at the
Adelaide Gallery, it was found that the operation of these fans not only did
not propel the machine, but actually impeded its flight. The only propelling
force it ever exhibited, was the mere _impetus_ acquired from the descent of
the inclined plane ; and this _impetus_ carried the machine farther when the
vanes were at rest, than when they were in motion - a fact which sufficiently
demonstrates their inutility ; and in the absence of the propelling, which was
also the _sustaining_ power, the whole fabric would necessarily descend.
Thisconsideration led Sir George Cayley to think only of adapting a propeller
to some machine having of itself an independent power of support - in a
word, to a balloon ; the idea, however, being novel, or original, with Sir
George, only so far as regards the mode of its application to practice. He
exhibited a model of his invention at the Polytechnic Institution. The
propelling principle, or power, was here, also, applied to interrupted surfaces,
or vanes, put in revolution. These vanes were four in number, but were found
entirely ineffectual in moving the balloon, or in aiding its ascending power.
The whole project was thus a complete failure.

"It was at this juncture that Mr. Monck Mason (whose voyage from Dover to
Weilburg in the balloon, "Nassau," occasioned so much excitement in 1837,)
conceived the idea of employing the principle of the Archimedean screw for
the purpose of propulsion through the air - rightly attributing the failure of
Mr. Henson's scheme, and of Sir George Cayley's, to the interruption of
surface in the independent vanes. He made the first public experiment at
Willis's Rooms, but afterward removed his model to the Adelaide Gallery.

"Like Sir George Cayley's balloon, his own was an ellipsoid. Its length was
thirteen feet six inches - height, six feet eight inches. It contained about three
hundred and twenty cubic feet of gas, which, if pure hydrogen, would support
twenty-one pounds upon its first inflation, before the gas has time to
deteriorate or escape. The weight of the whole machine and apparatus was
seventeen pounds - leaving about four pounds to spare. Beneath the centre of
the balloon, was a frame of light wood, about nine feet long, and rigged on to
the balloon itself with a network in the customary manner. From this
framework was suspended a wicker basket or car.

"The screw consists of an axis of hollow brass tube, eighteen inches in

length, through which, upon a semi-spiral inclined at fifteen degrees, pass a
series of steel wire radii, two feet long, and thus projecting a foot on either
side. These radii are connected at the outer extremities by two bands of
flattened wire - the whole in this manner forming the framework of the screw,
which is completed by a covering of oiled silk cut into gores, and tightened
so as to present a tolerably uniform surface. At each end of its axis this screw
is supported by pillars of hollow brass tube descending from the hoop. In the
lower ends of these tubes are holes in which the pivots of the axis revolve.
From the end of the axis which is next the car, proceeds a shaft of steel,
connecting the screw with the pinion of a piece of spring machinery fixed in
the car. By the operation of this spring, the screw is made to revolve with
great rapidity, communicating a progressive motion to the whole. By means
of the rudder, the machine was readily turned in any direction. The spring
was of great power, compared with its dimensions, being capable of raising
forty-five pounds upon a barrel of four inches diameter, after the first turn,
and gradually increasing as it was wound up. It weighed, altogether, eight
pounds six ounces. The rudder was a light frame of cane covered with silk,
shaped somewhat like a battledoor, and was about three feet long, and at the
widest, one foot. Its weight was about two ounces. It could be turned _flat_,
and directed upwards or downwards, as well as to the right or left ; and thus
enabled the æronaut to transfer the resistance of the air which in an inclined
position it must generate in its passage, to any side upon which he might
desire to act ; thus determining the balloon in the opposite direction.

"This model (which, through want of time, we have necessarily described in

an imperfect manner,) was put in action at the Adelaide Gallery, where it
accomplished a velocity of five miles per hour; although, strange to say, it
excited very little interest in comparison with the previous complex machine
of Mr. Henson - so resolute is the world to despise anything which carries
with it an air of simplicity. To accomplish the great desideratum of ærial
navigation, it was very generally supposed that some exceedingly
complicated application must be made of some unusually profound principle
in dynamics.

"So well satisfied, however, was Mr. Mason of the ultimate success of his
invention, that he determined to constructimmediately, if possible, a balloon
of sufficient capacity to test the question by a voyage of some extent - the
original design being to cross the British Channel, as before, in the Nassau
balloon. To carry out his views, he solicited and obtained the patronage of Sir
Everard Bringhurst and Mr. Osborne, two gentlemen well known for
scientific acquirement, and especially for the interest they have exhibited in
the progress of ærostation. The project, at the desire of Mr. Osborne, was kept
a profound secret from the public - the only persons entrusted with the design
being those actually engaged in the construction of the machine, which was
built (under thesuperintendence of Mr. Mason, Mr. Holland, Sir Everard
Bringhurst, and Mr. Osborne,) at the seat of the latter gentleman near
Penstruthal, in Wales. Mr. Henson, accompanied by his friend Mr. Ainsworth,
was admitted to a private view of the balloon, on Saturday last - when the
two gentlemen made final arrangements to be included in the adventure. We
are not informed for what reason the two seamen were also included in the
party - but, in the course of a day or two, we shall put our readers in
possession of the minutest particulars respecting this extraordinary voyage.

"The balloon is composed of silk, varnished with the liquid gum caoutchouc.
It is of vast dimensions, containing more than 40,000 cubic feet of gas ; but
as coal gas was employed in place of the more expensive and inconvenient
hydrogen, the supporting power of the machine, when fully inflated, and
immediately after inflation, is not more than about 2500 pounds. The coal gas
is not only much less costly, but is easily procured and managed.

"For its introduction into common use for purposes ofaerostation, we are
indebted to Mr. Charles Green. Up to his discovery, the process of inflation
was not only exceedingly expensive, but uncertain. Two, and even three days,
have frequently been wasted in futile attempts to procure a sufficiency of
hydrogen to fill a balloon, from which it had great tendency to escape, owing
to its extreme subtlety, and its affinity for the surrounding atmosphere. In a
balloon sufficiently perfect to retain its contents of coal-gas unaltered, in
quantity or amount, for six months, an equal quantity of hydrogen could not
be maintained in equal purity for six weeks.

"The supporting power being estimated at 2500 pounds, and the united
weights of the party amounting only to about 1200, there was left a surplus of
1300, of which again 1200 was exhausted by ballast, arranged in bags of
different sizes, with their respective weights marked upon them - by cordage,
barometers, telescopes, barrels containing provision for a fortnight, water-
casks, cloaks,carpet-bags, and various other indispensable matters, including
a coffee-warmer, contrived for warming coffee by means of slack-lime, so as
to dispense altogether with fire, if it should be judged prudent to do so. All
these articles, with the exception of the ballast, and a few trifles, were
suspended from the hoop overhead. The car is much smaller and lighter, in
proportion, than the one appended to the model. It is formed of a light wicker,
and is wonderfully strong, for so frail looking a machine. Its rim is about four
feet deep. The rudder is also very much larger, in proportion, than that of the
model ; and the screw is considerably smaller. The balloon is furnished
besides with a grapnel, and a guide-rope ; which latter is of the most
indispensable importance. A few words, in explanation, will here be
necessary for such of our readers as are not conversant with the details of
aerostation.

"As soon as the balloon quits the earth, it is subjected to the influence of
many circumstances tending to create a difference in its weight ; augmenting
or diminishing its ascending power. For example, there may be a deposition
of dew upon the silk, to the extent, even, of several hundred pounds ; ballast
has then to be thrown out, or the machine may descend. This ballast being
discarded, and a clear sunshine evaporating the dew, and at the same time
expanding the gas in the silk, the whole will again rapidly ascend. To check
this ascent, the only recourse is, (or rather _was_, until Mr. Green's invention
of the guide-rope,) the permission of the escape of gas from the valve ; but, in
the loss of gas, is a proportionate general loss of ascending power ; so that, in
a comparatively brief period, the best-constructed balloon must necessarily
exhaust all its resources, and come to the earth. This was the great obstacle to
voyages of length.

"The guide-rope remedies the difficulty in the simplest manner conceivable.

It is merely a very long rope which is suffered to trail from the car, and the
effect of which is to prevent the balloon from changing its level in any
material degree. If, for example, there should be a deposition of moisture
upon the silk, and the machine begins to descend in consequence, there will
be no necessity for discharging ballast to remedy the increase of weight, for it
is remedied, or counteracted, in an exactly just proportion, by the deposit on
the ground of just so much of the end of the rope as is necessary. If, on the
other hand, any circumstances should cause undue levity, and consequent
ascent, this levity is immediately counteracted by the additional weight of
rope upraised from the earth. Thus, the balloon can neither ascend or
descend, except within very narrow limits, and its resources, either in gas or
ballast, remain comparatively unimpaired. When passing over an expanse of
water, it becomes necessary to employ small kegs of copper or wood, filled
with liquid ballast of a lighter nature than water. These float, and serve all the
purposes of a mere rope on land. Another most important office of the guide-
rope, is to point out the _direction_ of the balloon. The rope _drags_, either
on land or sea, while the balloon is free ; the latter, consequently, is always in
advance, when any progress whatever is made : a comparison, therefore, by
means of the compass, of the relative positions of the two objects, will always
indicate the _course_. In the same way, the angle formed by the rope with the
vertical axis of the machine, indicates the _velocity_. When there is _no_
angle - in other words, when the rope hangs perpendicularly, the whole
apparatus is stationary ; but the larger the angle, that is to say, the farther the
balloon precedes the end of the rope, the greater the velocity ; and the
converse.

"As the original design was to cross the British Channel, and alight as near
Paris as possible, the voyagers had taken the precaution to prepare
themselves with passports directed to all parts of the Continent, specifying
the nature of the expedition, as in the case of the Nassau voyage, and entitling
the adventurers to exemption from the usual formalities of office :
unexpected events, however, rendered these passports superfluous.

"The inflation was commenced very quietly at daybreak, on Saturday

morning, the 6th instant, in the Court-Yard of Weal-Vor House, Mr. Osborne's
seat, about a mile from Penstruthal, in North Wales ; and at 7 minutes past 11,
every thing being ready for departure, the balloon was set free, rising gently
but steadily, in a direction nearly South ; no use being made, for the first half
hour, of either the screw or the rudder. We proceed now with the journal, as
transcribed by Mr. Forsyth from the joint MSS. Of Mr. Monck Mason, and
Mr. Ainsworth. The body of the journal, as given, is in the hand-writing of
Mr. Mason, and a P. S. is appended, each day, by Mr. Ainsworth, who has in
preparation, and will shortly give the public a more minute, and no doubt, a
thrillingly interesting account of the voyage.
"THE JOURNAL.

"_Saturday, April the 6th_. - Every preparation likely to embarrass us, having
been made over night, we commenced the inflation this morning at
daybreak ; but owing to a thick fog, which encumbered the folds of the silk
and rendered it unmanageable, we did not get through before nearly eleven
o'clock. Cut loose, then, in high spirits, and rose gently but steadily, with a
light breeze at North, which bore us in the direction of the British Channel.
Found the ascending force greater than we had expected ; and as we arose
higher and so got clear of the cliffs, and more in the sun's rays, our ascent
became very rapid. I did not wish, however, to lose gas at so early a period of
the adventure, and so concluded to ascend for the present. We soon ran out
our guide-rope ; but even when we had raised it clear of the earth, we still
went up very rapidly. The balloon was unusually steady, and looked
beautifully. In about ten minutes after starting, the barometer indicated an
altitude of 15,000 feet. The weather was remarkably fine, and the view of the
subjacent country - a most romantic one when seen from any point, - was
now especially sublime. The numerous deep gorges presented the appearance
of lakes, on account of the dense vapors with which they were filled, and the
pinnacles and crags to the South East, piled in inextricable confusion,
resembling nothing so much as the giant cities of eastern fable. We were
rapidly approaching the mountains in the South ; but our elevation was more
than sufficient to enable us to pass them in safety. In a few minutes we soared
over them in fine style ; and Mr. Ainsworth, with the seamen, was surprised
at their apparent want of altitude when viewed from the car, the tendency of
great elevation in a balloon being to reduce inequalities of the surface below,
to nearly a dead level. At half-past eleven still proceeding nearly South, we
obtained our first view of the Bristol Channel ; and, in fifteen minutes
afterward, the line of breakers on the coast appeared immediately beneath us,
and we were fairly out at sea. We now resolved to let off enough gas to bring
our guide-rope, with the buoys affixed, into the water. This was immediately
done, and we commenced a gradual descent. In about twenty minutes our
first buoy dipped, and at the touch of the second soon afterwards, we
remained stationary as to elevation. We were all now anxious to test the
efficiency of the rudder and screw, and we put them both into requisition
forthwith, for the purpose of altering our direction more to the eastward, and
in a line for Paris. By means of the rudder we instantly effected the necessary
change of direction, and our course was brought nearly at right angles to that
of the wind ; when we set in motion the spring of the screw, and were
rejoiced to find it propel us readily as desired. Upon this we gave nine hearty
cheers, and dropped in the sea a bottle, enclosing a slip of parchment with a
brief account of the principle of the invention. Hardly, however, had we done
with our rejoicings, when an unforeseen accident occurred which discouraged
us in no little degree. The steel rod connecting the spring with the propeller
was suddenly jerked out of place, at the car end, (by a swaying of the car
through some movement of one of the two seamen we had taken up,) and in
an instant hung dangling out of reach, from the pivot of the axis of the screw.
While we were endeavoring to regain it, our attention being completely
absorbed, we became involved in a strong current of wind from the East,
which bore us, with rapidly increasing force, towards the Atlantic. We soon
found ourselves driving out to sea at the rate of not less, certainly, than fifty
or sixty miles an hour, so that we came up with Cape Clear, at some forty
miles to our North, before we had secured the rod, and had time to think what
we were about. It was now that Mr. Ainsworth made an extraordinary, but to
my fancy, a by no means unreasonable or chimerical proposition, in which he
was instantly seconded by Mr. Holland - viz.: that we should take advantage
of the strong gale which bore us on, and in place of beating back to Paris,
make an attempt to reach the coast of North America. After slight reflection I
gave a willing assent to this bold proposition, which (strange to say) met with
objection from the two seamen only. As the stronger party, however, we
overruled their fears, and kept resolutely upon our course. We steered due
West ; but as the trailing of the buoys materially impeded our progress, and
we had the balloon abundantly at command, either for ascent or descent, we
first threw out fifty pounds of ballast, and then wound up (by means of a
windlass) so much of the rope as brought it quite clear of the sea. We
perceived the effect of this manœuvre immediately, in a vastly increased rate
of progress ; and, as the gale freshened, we flew with a velocity nearly
inconceivable ; the guide-rope flying out behind the car, like a streamer from
a vessel. It is needless to say that a very short time sufficed us to lose sight of
the coast. We passed over innumerable vessels of all kinds, a few of which
were endeavoring to beat up, but the most of them lying to. We occasioned
the greatest excitement on board all - an excitement greatly relished by
ourselves, and especially by our two men, who, now under the influence of a
dram of Geneva, seemed resolved to give all scruple, or fear, to the wind.
Many of the vessels fired signal guns ; and in all we were saluted with loud
cheers (which we heard with surprising distinctness) and the waving of caps
and handkerchiefs. We kept on in this manner throughout the day, with no
material incident, and, as the shades of night closed around us, we made a
rough estimate of the distance traversed. It could not have been less than five
hundred miles, and was probably much more. The propeller was kept in
constant operation, and, no doubt, aided our progress materially. As the sun
went down, the gale freshened into an absolute hurricane, and the ocean
beneath was clearly visible on account of its phosphorescence. The wind was
from the East all night, and gave us the brightest omen of success. We
suffered no little from cold, and the dampness of the atmosphere was most
unpleasant ; but the ample space in the car enabled us to lie down, and by
means of cloaks and a few blankets, we did sufficiently well.

"P.S. (by Mr. Ainsworth.) The last nine hours have been unquestionably the
most exciting of my life. I can conceive nothing more sublimating than the
strange peril and novelty of an adventure such as this. May God grant that we
succeed ! I ask not success for mere safety to my insignificant person, but for
the sake of human knowledge and - for the vastness of the triumph. And yet
the feat is only so evidently feasible that the sole wonder is why men have
scrupled to attempt it before. One single gale such as now befriends us - let
such a tempest whirl forward a balloon for four or five days (these gales often
last longer) and the voyager will be easily borne, in that period, from coast to
coast. In view of such a gale the broad Atlantic becomes a mere lake. I am
more struck, just now, with the supreme silence which reigns in the sea
beneath us,notwithstanding its agitation, than with any other phenomenon
presenting itself. The waters give up no voice to the heavens. The immense
flaming ocean writhes and is tortured uncomplainingly. The mountainous
surges suggest the idea of innumerable dumb gigantic fiends struggling in
impotent agony. In a night such as is this to me, a man _lives_ - lives a whole
century of ordinary life - nor would I forego this rapturous delight for that of
a whole century of ordinary existence.

"_Sunday, the seventh_. [Mr. Mason's MS.] This morning the gale, by 10, had
subsided to an eight or nine - knot breeze, (for a vessel at sea,) and bears us,
perhaps, thirty miles per hour, or more. It has veered, however, very
considerably to the north ; and now, at sundown, we are holding our course
due west, principally by the screw and rudder, which answer their purposes to
admiration. I regard the project as thoroughly successful, and the easy
navigation of the air in any direction (not exactly in the teeth of a gale) as no
longer problematical. We could not have made head against the strong wind
of yesterday ; but, by ascending, we might have got out of its influence, if
requisite. Against a pretty stiff breeze, I feel convinced, we can make our way
with the propeller. At noon, to-day, ascended to an elevation of nearly 25,000
feet, by discharging ballast. Did this to search for a more direct current, but
found none so favorable as the one we are now in. We have an abundance of
gas to take us across this small pond, even should the voyage last three
weeks. I have not the slightest fear for the result. The difficulty has been
strangely exaggerated and misapprehended. I can choose my current, and
should I find _all_ currents against me, I can make very tolerable headway
with the propeller. We have had no incidents worth recording. The night
promises fair.

P.S. [By Mr. Ainsworth.] I have little to record, except the fact (to me quite a
surprising one) that, at an elevation equal to that of Cotopaxi, I experienced
neither very intense cold, nor headache, nor difficulty of breathing ; neither, I
find, did Mr. Mason, nor Mr. Holland, nor Sir Everard. Mr. Osborne
complained of constriction of the chest - but this soon wore off. We have
flown at a great rate during the day, and we must be more than half way
across the Atlantic. We have passed over some twenty or thirty vessels of
various kinds, and all seem to be delightfully astonished. Crossing the ocean
in a balloon is not so difficult a feat after all. _Omne ignotum pro magnifico.
Mem :_ at 25,000 feet elevation the sky appears nearly black, and the stars
are distinctly visible ; while the sea does not seem convex (as one might
suppose) but absolutely and most unequivocally _concave_.{*1}

"_Monday, the 8th_. [Mr. Mason's MS.] This morning we had again some
little trouble with the rod of the propeller, which must be entirely remodelled,
for fear of serious accident - I mean the steel rod - not the vanes. The latter
could not be improved. The wind has been blowing steadily and strongly
from the north-east all day and so far fortune seems bent upon favoring us.
Just before day, we were all somewhat alarmed at some odd noises and
concussions in the balloon, accompanied with the apparent rapid subsidence
of the whole machine. These phenomena were occasioned by the expansion
of the gas, through increase of heat in the atmosphere, and the consequent
disruption of the minute particles of ice with which the network had become
encrusted during the night. Threw down several bottles to the vessels below.
Saw one of them picked up by a large ship - seemingly one of the New York
line packets. Endeavored to make out her name, but could not be sure of it.
Mr. Osbornes telescope made it out something like "Atalanta." It is now 12
,at night, and we are still going nearly west, at a rapid pace. The sea is
peculiarlyphosphorescent.

"P.S. [By Mr. Ainsworth.] It is now 2, A.M., and nearly calm, as well as I can
judge - but it is very difficult to determine this point, since we move _with_
the air so completely. I have not slept since quitting Wheal-Vor, but can stand
it no longer, and must take a nap. We cannot be far from the American coast.

"_Tuesday, the _9_th_. [Mr. Ainsworth's MS.] _One, P.M. We are in full view
of the low coast of South Carolina_. The great problem is accomplished. We
have crossed the Atlantic - fairly and _easily_ crossed it in a balloon ! God be
praised ! Who shall say that anything is impossible hereafter? "

The Journal here ceases. Some particulars of the descent were communicated,
however, by Mr. Ainsworth to Mr. Forsyth. It was nearly dead calm when the
voyagers first came in view of the coast, which was immediately recognized
by both the seamen, and by Mr. Osborne. The latter gentleman having
acquaintances at Fort Moultrie, it was immediately resolved to descend in its
vicinity. The balloon was brought over the beach (the tide being out and the
sand hard, smooth, and admirably adapted for a descent,) and the grapnel let
go, which took firm hold at once. The inhabitants of the island, and of the
fort, thronged out, of course, to see the balloon ; but it was with the greatest
difficulty that any one could be made to credit the actual voyage - _the
crossing of the Atlantic_. The grapnel caught at 2, P.M., precisely ; and thus
the whole voyage was completed in seventy-five hours ; or rather less,
counting from shore to shore. No serious accident occurred. No real danger
was at any time apprehended. The balloon was exhausted and secured
without trouble ; and when the MS. from which this narrative is compiled
was despatched from Charleston, the party were still at Fort Moultrie. Their
farther intentions were not ascertained ; but we can safely promise our
readers some additional information either on Monday or in the course of the
 next day, at farthest.

This is unquestionably the most stupendous, the most interesting, and the
most important undertaking, ever accomplished or even attempted by man.
What magnificent events may ensue, it would be useless now to think of
determining.

~~~ End of Text ~~~

{*1} _Note_. - Mr. Ainsworth has not attempted to account for this
phenomenon, which, however, is quite susceptible of explanation. A line
dropped from an elevation of 25,000 feet, perpendicularly to the surface of
the earth (or sea), would form the perpendicular of a right-angled triangle, of
which the base would extend from the right angle to the horizon, and the
hypothenuse from the horizon to the balloon. But the 25,000 feet of altitude is
little or nothing, in comparison with the extent of the prospect. In other
words, the base and hypothenuse of the supposed triangle would be so long
when compared with the perpendicular, that the two former may be regarded
as nearly parallel. In this manner the horizon of the æronaut would appear to
be _on a level_ with the car. But, as the point immediately beneath him
seems, and is, at a great distance below him, it seems, of course, also, at a
great distance below the horizon. Hence the impression of _concavity_ ; and
this impression must remain, until the elevation shall bear so great a
proportion to the extent of prospect, that the apparent parallelism of the base
and hypothenuse disappears - when the earth's real convexity must become
apparent.

MS. FOUND IN A BOTTLE

Qui n'a plus qu'un moment a vivre

N'a plus rien a dissimuler.

% Quinault -- Atys.
OF my country and of my family I have little to say. Ill usage and length of
years have driven me from the one, and estranged me from the other.
Hereditary wealth afforded me an education of no common order, and a
contemplative turn of mind enabled me to methodize the stores which early
study very diligently garnered up. -- Beyond all things, the study of the
German moralists gave me great delight; not from any ill-advised admiration
of their eloquent madness, but from the ease with which my habits of rigid
thought enabled me to detect their falsities. I have often been reproached with
the aridity of my genius; a deficiency of imagination has been imputed to me
as a crime; and the Pyrrhonism of my opinions has at all times rendered me
notorious. Indeed, a strong relish for physical philosophy has, I fear, tinctured
my mind with a very common error of this age -- I mean the habit of referring
occurrences, even the least susceptible of such reference, to the principles of
that science. Upon the whole, no person could be less liable than myself to be
led away from the severe precincts of truth by the ignes fatui of superstition. I
have thought proper to premise thus much, lest the incredible tale I have to
tell should be considered rather the raving of a crudeimagination, than the
positive experience of a mind to which the reveries of fancy have been a dead
letter and a nullity.

After many years spent in foreign travel, I sailed in the year 18 -- , from the
port of Batavia, in the rich and populous island of Java, on a voyage to the
Archipelago of the Sunda islands. I went as passenger -- having no other
inducement than a kind of nervous restlessness which haunted me as a fiend.

Our vessel was a beautiful ship of about four hundred tons, copper-fastened,
and built at Bombay of Malabar teak. She was freighted with cotton-wool and
oil, from the Lachadive islands. We had also on board coir, jaggeree, ghee,
cocoa-nuts, and a few cases of opium. The stowage was clumsily done, and
the vessel consequently crank.

We got under way with a mere breath of wind, and for many days stood along
the eastern coast of Java, without any other incident to beguile the monotony
of our course than the occasional meeting with some of the small grabs of the
Archipelago to which we were bound.

One evening, leaning over the taffrail, I observed a very singular, isolated
cloud, to the N.W. It was remarkable, as well for its color, as from its being
the first we had seen since our departure from Batavia. I watched it
attentively until sunset, when it spread all at once to the eastward and
westward, girting in the horizon with a narrow strip of vapor, and looking
like a long line of low beach. My notice was soon afterwards attracted by the
dusky-red appearance of the moon, and the peculiar character of the sea. The
latter was undergoing a rapid change, and the water seemed more than
usually transparent. Although I could distinctly see the bottom, yet, heaving
the lead, I found the ship in fifteen fathoms. The air now became intolerably
hot, and was loaded with spiral exhalations similar to those arising from heat
iron. As night came on, every breath of wind died away, an more entire calm
it is impossible to conceive. The flame of a candle burned upon the poop
without the least perceptible motion, and a long hair, held between the finger
and thumb, hung without the possibility of detecting a vibration. However, as
the captain said he could perceive no indication of danger, and as we were
drifting in bodily to shore, he ordered the sails to be furled, and the anchor let
go. No watch was set, and the crew, consisting principally of Malays,
stretched themselves deliberately upon deck. I went below -- not without a
full presentiment of evil. Indeed, every appearance warranted me in
apprehending a Simoom. I told the captain my fears; but he paid no attention
to what I said, and left me without deigning to give a reply. My uneasiness,
however, prevented me from sleeping, and about midnight I went upon deck.
-- As I placed my foot upon the upper step of the companion-ladder, I was
startled by a loud, humming noise, like that occasioned by the rapid
revolution of a mill-wheel, and before I could ascertain its meaning, I found
the ship quivering to its centre. In the next instant, a wilderness of foam
hurled us upon our beam-ends, and, rushing over us fore and aft, swept the
entire decks from stem to stern.

The extreme fury of the blast proved, in a great measure, the salvation of the
ship. Although completely water-logged, yet, as her masts had gone by the
board, she rose, after a minute, heavily from the sea, and, staggering awhile
beneath the immense pressure of the tempest, finally righted.

By what miracle I escaped destruction, it is impossible to say. Stunned by the

shock of the water, I found myself, upon recovery, jammed in between the
stern-post and rudder. With great difficulty I gained my feet, and looking
dizzily around, was, at first, struck with the idea of our being among
breakers; so terrific, beyond the wildest imagination, was the whirlpool of
mountainous and foaming ocean within which we were engulfed. After a
while, I heard the voice of an old Swede, who had shipped with us at the
moment of our leaving port. I hallooed to him with all my strength, and
presently he came reeling aft. We soon discovered that we were the sole
survivors of the accident. All on deck, with the exception of ourselves, had
been swept overboard; -- the captain and mates must have perished as they
slept, for the cabins were deluged with water. Without assistance, we could
expect to do little for the security of the ship, and our exertions were at first
paralyzed by the momentary expectation of going down. Our cable had, of
course, parted like pack-thread, at the first breath of the hurricane, or we
should have been instantaneously overwhelmed. We scudded with frightful
velocity before the sea, and the water made clear breaches over us. The
frame-work of our stern was shattered excessively, and, in almost every
respect, we had received considerable injury; but to our extreme Joy we
found the pumps unchoked, and that we had made no great shifting of our
ballast. The main fury of the blast had already blown over, and we
apprehended little danger from the violence of the wind; but we looked
forward to its total cessation with dismay; well believing, that, in our
shattered condition, we should inevitably perish in the tremendous swell
which would ensue. But this very just apprehension seemed by no means
likely to be soon verified. For five entire days and nights -- during which our
only subsistence was a small quantity of jaggeree, procured with great
difficulty from the forecastle -- the hulk flew at a rate defying computation,
before rapidly succeeding flaws of wind, which, without equalling the first
violence of the Simoom, were still more terrific than any tempest I had before
encountered. Our course for the first four days was, with trifling variations,
S.E. and by S.; and we must have run down the coast of New Holland. -- On
the fifth day the cold became extreme, although the wind had hauled round a
point more to the northward. -- The sun arose with a sickly yellow lustre, and
clambered a very few degrees above the horizon -- emitting no decisive light.
-- There were no clouds apparent, yet the wind was upon the increase, and
blew with a fitful and unsteady fury. About noon, as nearly as we could
guess, our attention was again arrested by the appearance of the sun. It gave
out no light, properly so called, but a dull and sullen glow without reflection,
as if all its rays were polarized. Just before sinking within the turgid sea, its
central fires suddenly went out, as if hurriedly extinguished by some
unaccountable power. It was a dim, sliver-like rim, alone, as it rushed down
the unfathomable ocean.
We waited in vain for the arrival of the sixth day -- that day to me has not
arrived -- to the Swede, never did arrive. Thenceforward we were enshrouded
in patchy darkness, so that we could not have seen an object at twenty paces
from the ship. Eternal night continued to envelop us, all unrelieved by the
phosphoric sea-brilliancy to which we had been accustomed in the tropics.
We observed too, that, although the tempest continued to rage with unabated
violence, there was no longer to be discovered the usual appearance of surf,
or foam, which had hitherto attended us. All around were horror, and thick
gloom, and a black sweltering desert of ebony. -- Superstitious terror crept by
degrees into the spirit of the old Swede, and my own soul was wrapped up in
silent wonder. We neglected all care of the ship, as worse than useless, and
securing ourselves, as well as possible, to the stump of the mizen-mast,
looked out bitterly into the world of ocean. We had no means of calculating
time, nor could we form any guess of our situation. We were, however, well
aware of having made farther to the southward than any previous navigators,
and felt great amazement at not meeting with the usual impediments of ice. In
the meantime every moment threatened to be our last -- every mountainous
billow hurried to overwhelm us. The swell surpassed anything I had imagined
possible, and that we were not instantly buried is a miracle. My companion
spoke of the lightness of our cargo, and reminded me of the excellent
qualities of our ship; but I could not help feeling the utter hopelessness of
hope itself, and prepared myself gloomily for that death which I thought
nothing could defer beyond an hour, as, with every knot of way the ship
made, the swelling of the black stupendous seas became more dismally
appalling. At times we gasped for breath at an elevation beyond the albatross
-- at times became dizzy with the velocity of our descent into some watery
hell, where the air grew stagnant, and no sound disturbed the slumbers of the
kraken.

We were at the bottom of one of these abysses, when a quick scream from my
companion broke fearfully upon the night. "See! see!" cried he, shrieking in
my ears, "Almighty God! see! see!" As he spoke, I became aware of a dull,
sullen glare of red light which streamed down the sides of the vast chasm
where we lay, and threw a fitful brilliancy upon our deck. Casting my eyes
upwards, I beheld a spectacle which froze the current of my blood. At a
terrific height directly above us, and upon the very verge of the precipitous
descent, hovered a gigantic ship of, perhaps, four thousand tons. Although
upreared upon the summit of a wave more than a hundred times her own
altitude, her apparent size exceeded that of any ship of the line or East
Indiaman in existence. Her huge hull was of a deep dingy black, unrelieved
by any of the customary carvings of a ship. A single row of brass cannon
protruded from her open ports, and dashed from their polished surfaces the
fires of innumerablebattle-lanterns, which swung to and fro about her rigging.
But what mainly inspired us with horror and astonishment, was that she bore
up under a press of sail in the very teeth of that supernatural sea, and of that
ungovernable hurricane. When we first discovered her, her bows were alone
to be seen, as she rose slowly from the dim and horrible gulf beyond her. For
a moment of intense terror she paused upon the giddy pinnacle, as if in
contemplation of her own sublimity, then trembled and tottered, and -- came
down.

At this instant, I know not what sudden self-possession came over my spirit.
Staggering as far aft as I could, I awaited fearlessly the ruin that was to
overwhelm. Our own vessel was at length ceasing from her struggles, and
sinking with her head to the sea. The shock of the descending mass struck
her, consequently, in that portion of her frame which was already under
water, and the inevitable result was to hurl me, with irresistible violence,
upon the rigging of the stranger.

As I fell, the ship hove in stays, and went about; and to the confusion ensuing
I attributed my escape from the notice of the crew. With little difficulty I
made my way unperceived to the main hatchway, which was partially open,
and soon found an opportunity of secreting myself in the hold. Why I did so I
can hardly tell. An indefinite sense of awe, which at first sight of the
navigators of the ship had taken hold of my mind, was perhaps the principle
of my concealment. I was unwilling to trust myself with a race of people who
had offered, to the cursory glance I had taken, so many points of vague
novelty, doubt, and apprehension. I therefore thought proper to contrive a
hiding-place in the hold. This I did by removing a small portion of the
shifting-boards, in such a manner as to afford me a convenient retreat
between the huge timbers of the ship.

I had scarcely completed my work, when a footstep in the hold forced me to

make use of it. A man passed by my place of concealment with a feeble and
unsteady gait. I could not see his face, but had an opportunity of observing
his general appearance. There was about it an evidence of great age and
infirmity. His knees tottered beneath a load of years, and his entire frame
quivered under the burthen. He muttered to himself, in a low broken tone,
some words of a language which I could not understand, and groped in a
corner among a pile of singular-looking instruments, and decayed charts of
navigation. His manner was a wild mixture of the peevishness of second
childhood, and the solemn dignity of a God. He at length went on deck, and I
saw him no more.

A feeling, for which I have no name, has taken possession of my soul -- a

sensation which will admit of no analysis, to which the lessons of bygone
times are inadequate, and for which I fear futurity itself will offer me no key.
To a mind constituted like my own, the latter consideration is an evil. I shall
never -- I know that I shall never -- be satisfied with regard to the nature of
my conceptions. Yet it is not wonderful that these conceptions are indefinite,
since they have their origin in sources so utterly novel. A new sense -- a new
entity is added to my soul.

It is long since I first trod the deck of this terrible ship, and the rays of my
destiny are, I think, gathering to a focus.Incomprehensible men! Wrapped up
in meditations of a kind which I cannot divine, they pass me by unnoticed.
Concealment is utter folly on my part, for the people will not see. It was but
just now that I passed directly before the eyes of the mate -- it was no long
while ago that I ventured into the captain's own private cabin, and took
thence the materials with which I write, and have written. I shall from time to
time continue this Journal. It is true that I may not find an opportunity of
transmitting it to the world, but I will not fall to make the endeavour. At the
last moment I will enclose the MS. in a bottle, and cast it within the sea.

An incident has occurred which has given me new room for meditation. Are
such things the operation of ungoverned Chance? I had ventured upon deck
and thrown myself down, without attracting any notice, among a pile of
ratlin-stuff and old sails in the bottom of the yawl. While musing upon the
singularity of my fate, I unwittingly daubed with a tar-brush the edges of a
neatly-folded studding-sail which lay near me on a barrel. The studding-sail
is now bent upon the ship, and the thoughtless touches of the brush are spread
out into the word DISCOVERY.

I have made many observations lately upon the structure of the vessel.
Although well armed, she is not, I think, a ship of war. Her rigging, build, and
general equipment, all negative a supposition of this kind. What she is not, I
can easily perceive -- what she is I fear it is impossible to say. I know not
how it is, but inscrutinizing her strange model and singular cast of spars, her
huge size and overgrown suits of canvas, her severely simple bow and
antiquated stern, there will occasionally flash across my mind a sensation of
familiar things, and there is always mixed up with such indistinct shadows of
recollection, an unaccountable memory of old foreign chronicles and ages
long ago.

I have been looking at the timbers of the ship. She is built of a material to
which I am a stranger. There is a peculiar character about the wood which
strikes me as rendering it unfit for the purpose to which it has been applied. I
mean its extreme porousness, considered independently by the worm-eaten
condition which is a consequence of navigation in these seas, and apart from
the rottenness attendant upon age. It will appear perhaps an observation
somewhat over-curious, but this wood would have every, characteristic of
Spanish oak, if Spanish oak were distended by any unnatural means.

In reading the above sentence a curious apothegm of an oldweather-beaten

Dutch navigator comes full upon my recollection. "It is as sure," he was wont
to say, when any doubt was entertained of his veracity, "as sure as there is a
sea where the ship itself will grow in bulk like the living body of the
seaman."

About an hour ago, I made bold to thrust myself among a group of the crew.
They paid me no manner of attention, and, although I stood in the very midst
of them all, seemed utterly unconscious of my presence. Like the one I had at
first seen in the hold, they all bore about them the marks of a hoary old age.
Their knees trembled with infirmity; their shoulders were bent double with
decrepitude; their shrivelled skins rattled in the wind; their voices were low,
tremulous and broken; their eyes glistened with the rheum of years; and their
gray hairs streamed terribly in the tempest. Around them, on every part of the
deck, lay scattered mathematical instruments of the most quaint and obsolete
construction.

I mentioned some time ago the bending of a studding-sail. From that period
the ship, being thrown dead off the wind, has continued her terrific course
due south, with every rag of canvas packed upon her, from her trucks to her
lower studding-sail booms, and rolling every moment her top-gallant yard-
arms into the most appalling hell of water which it can enter into the mind of
a man to imagine. I have just left the deck, where I find it impossible to
maintain a footing, although the crew seem to experience little
inconvenience. It appears to me a miracle of miracles that our enormous bulk
is not swallowed up at once and forever. We are surely doomed to hover
continually upon the brink of Eternity, without taking a final plunge into the
abyss. From billows a thousand times more stupendous than any I have ever
seen, we glide away with the facility of the arrowy sea-gull; and the colossal
waters rear their heads above us like demons of the deep, but like demons
confined to simple threats and forbidden to destroy. I am led to attribute these
frequent escapes to the only natural cause which can account for such effect.
-- I must suppose the ship to be within the influence of some strong current,
or impetuous under-tow.

I have seen the captain face to face, and in his own cabin -- but, as I expected,
he paid me no attention. Although in his appearance there is, to a casual
observer, nothing which might bespeak him more or less than man-still a
feeling of irrepressible reverence and awe mingled with the sensation of
wonder with which I regarded him. In stature he is nearly my own height;
that is, about five feet eight inches. He is of a well-knit and compact frame of
body, neither robust nor remarkably otherwise. But it is the singularity of the
expression which reigns upon the face -- it is the intense, the wonderful, the
thrilling evidence of old age, so utter, so extreme, which excites within my
spirit a sense -- a sentiment ineffable. His forehead, although little wrinkled,
seems to bear upon it the stamp of a myriad of years. -- His gray hairs are
records of the past, and his grayer eyes are Sybils of the future. The cabin
floor was thickly strewn with strange, iron-clasped folios, and mouldering
instruments of science, and obsolete long-forgotten charts. His head was
bowed down upon his hands, and he pored, with a fiery unquiet eye, over a
paper which I took to be a commission, and which, at all events, bore the
signature of a monarch. He muttered to himself, as did the first seaman whom
I saw in the hold, some low peevish syllables of a foreign tongue, and
although the speaker was close at my elbow, his voice seemed to reach my
ears from the distance of a mile.

The ship and all in it are imbued with the spirit of Eld. The crew glide to and
fro like the ghosts of buried centuries; their eyes have an eager and uneasy
meaning; and when their fingers fall athwart my path in the wild glare of the
battle-lanterns, I feel as I have never felt before, although I have been all my
life a dealer inantiquities, and have imbibed the shadows of fallen columns at
Balbec, and Tadmor, and Persepolis, until my very soul has become a ruin.

When I look around me I feel ashamed of my former apprehensions. If I

trembled at the blast which has hitherto attended us, shall I not stand aghast at
a warring of wind and ocean, to convey any idea of which the words tornado
and simoom are trivial and ineffective? All in the immediate vicinity of the
ship is the blackness of eternal night, and a chaos of foamless water; but,
about a league on either side of us, may be seen, indistinctly and at intervals,
stupendous ramparts of ice, towering away into the desolate sky, and looking
like the walls of the universe.

As I imagined, the ship proves to be in a current; if thatappellation can

properly be given to a tide which, howling and shrieking by the white ice,
thunders on to the southward with a velocity like the headlong dashing of a
cataract.
To conceive the horror of my sensations is, I presume, utterly impossible; yet
a curiosity to penetrate the mysteries of these awful regions, predominates
even over my despair, and will reconcile me to the most hideous aspect of
death. It is evident that we are hurrying onwards to some exciting knowledge
-- some never-to-be-imparted secret, whose attainment is destruction. Perhaps
this current leads us to the southern pole itself. It must be confessed that a
supposition apparently so wild has every probability in its favor.

The crew pace the deck with unquiet and tremulous step; but there is upon
their countenances an expression more of the eagerness of hope than of the
apathy of despair.

In the meantime the wind is still in our poop, and, as we carry a crowd of
canvas, the ship is at times lifted bodily from out the sea -- Oh, horror upon
horror! the ice opens suddenly to the right, and to the left, and we are
whirling dizzily, in immense concentric circles, round and round the borders
of a gigantic amphitheatre, the summit of whose walls is lost in the darkness
and the distance. But little time will be left me to ponder upon my destiny --
the circles rapidly grow small -- we are plunging madly within the grasp of
the whirlpool -- and amid a roaring, and bellowing, and thundering of ocean
and of tempest, the ship is quivering, oh God! and -- going down.

NOTE. -- The "MS. Found in a Bottle," was originally published in 1831, and
it was not until many years afterwards that I became acquainted with the
maps of Mercator, in which the ocean is represented as rushing, by four
mouths, into the (northern) Polar Gulf, to be absorbed into the bowels of the
earth; the Pole itself being represented by a black rock, towering to a
prodigious height.

~~~ End of Text ~~~

The Oval Portrait

THE chateau into which my valet had ventured to make forcible entrance,
rather than permit me, in my desperately wounded condition, to pass a night
in the open air, was one of those piles of commingled gloom and grandeur
which have so long frowned among the Appennines, not less in fact than in
the fancy of Mrs. Radcliffe. To all appearance it had been temporarily and
very lately abandoned. We established ourselves in one of the smallest and
least sumptuously furnished apartments. It lay in a remote turret of the
building. Its decorations were rich, yet tattered and antique. Its walls were
hung with tapestry and bedecked with manifold and multiform armorial
trophies, together with an unusually great number of very spirited modern
paintings in frames of rich golden arabesque. In these paintings, which
depended from the walls not only in their main surfaces, but in very many
nooks which the bizarre architecture of the chateau rendered necessary -- in
these paintings my incipient delirium, perhaps, had caused me to take deep
interest; so that I bade Pedro to close the heavy shutters of the room -- since it
was already night -- to light the tongues of a tall candelabrum which stood by
the head of my bed -- and to throw open far and wide the fringed curtains of
black velvet which enveloped the bed itself. I wished all this done that I
might resign myself, if not to sleep, at least alternately to the contemplation
of these pictures, and the perusal of a small volume which had been found
upon the pillow, and which purported to criticise and describe them.

Long -- long I read -- and devoutly, devotedly I gazed. Rapidly and gloriously
the hours flew by and the deep midnight came. The position of the
candelabrum displeased me, and outreaching my hand with difficulty, rather
than disturb my slumbering valet, I placed it so as to throw its rays more fully
upon the book.

But the action produced an effect altogether unanticipated. The rays of the
numerous candles (for there were many) now fell within a niche of the room
which had hitherto been thrown into deep shade by one of the bed-posts. I
thus saw in vivid light a picture all unnoticed before. It was the portrait of a
young girl just ripening into womanhood. I glanced at the painting hurriedly,
and then closed my eyes. Why I did this was not at first apparent even to my
own perception. But while my lids remained thus shut, I ran over in my mind
my reason for so shutting them. It was an impulsive movement to gain time
for thought -- to make sure that my vision had not deceived me -- to calm and
subdue my fancy for a more sober and more certain gaze. In a very few
moments I again looked fixedly at the painting.

That I now saw aright I could not and would not doubt; for the first flashing
of the candles upon that canvas had seemed to dissipate the dreamy stupor
which was stealing over my senses, and to startle me at once into waking life.

The portrait, I have already said, was that of a young girl. It was a mere head
and shoulders, done in what is technically termed a vignette manner; much in
the style of the favorite heads of Sully. The arms, the bosom, and even the
ends of the radiant hair melted imperceptibly into the vague yet deep shadow
which formed the back-ground of the whole. The frame was oval, richly
gilded and filigreed in Moresque. As a thing of art nothing could be more
admirable than the painting itself. But it could have been neither the
execution of the work, nor the immortal beauty of thecountenance, which had
so suddenly and so vehemently moved me. Least of all, could it have been
that my fancy, shaken from its half slumber, had mistaken the head for that of
a living person. I saw at once that the peculiarities of the design, of the
vignetting, and of the frame, must have instantly dispelled such idea -- must
have prevented even its momentary entertainment. Thinking earnestly upon
these points, I remained, for an hour perhaps, half sitting, half reclining, with
my vision riveted upon the portrait. At length, satisfied with the true secret of
its effect, I fell back within the bed. I had found the spell of the picture in an
absolutelife-likeliness of expression, which, at first startling, finally
confounded, subdued, and appalled me. With deep and reverent awe I
replaced the candelabrum in its former position. The cause of my deep
agitation being thus shut from view, I sought eagerly the volume which
discussed the paintings and their histories. Turning to the number which
designated the oval portrait, I there read the vague and quaint words which
follow:

"She was a maiden of rarest beauty, and not more lovely than full of glee.
And evil was the hour when she saw, and loved, and wedded the painter. He,
passionate, studious, austere, and having already a bride in his Art; she a
maiden of rarest beauty, and not more lovely than full of glee; all light and
smiles, and frolicsome as the young fawn; loving and cherishing all things;
hating only the Art which was her rival; dreading only the pallet and brushes
and other untoward instruments which deprived her of the countenance of her
lover. It was thus a terrible thing for this lady to hear the painter speak of his
desire to portray even his young bride. But she was humble and obedient, and
sat meekly for many weeks in the dark, highturret-chamber where the light
dripped upon the pale canvas only from overhead. But he, the painter, took
glory in his work, which went on from hour to hour, and from day to day.
And be was a passionate, and wild, and moody man, who became lost in
reveries; so that he would not see that the light which fell so ghastly in that
lone turret withered the health and the spirits of his bride, who pined visibly
to all but him. Yet she smiled on and still on, uncomplainingly, because she
saw that the painter (who had high renown) took a fervid and burning
pleasure in his task, and wrought day and night to depict her who so loved
him, yet who grew daily more dispirited and weak. And in sooth some who
beheld the portrait spoke of its resemblance in low words, as of a mighty
marvel, and a proof not less of the power of the painter than of his deep love
for her whom he depicted so surpassingly well. But at length, as the labor
drew nearer to its conclusion, there were admitted none into the turret; for the
painter had grown wild with the ardor of his work, and turned his eyes from
canvas merely, even to regard the countenance of his wife. And he would not
see that the tints which he spread upon the canvas were drawn from the
cheeks of her who sate beside him. And when many weeks bad passed, and
but little remained to do, save one brush upon the mouth and one tint upon
the eye, the spirit of the lady again flickered up as the flame within the socket
of the lamp. And then the brush was given, and then the tint was placed; and,
for one moment, the painter stood entranced before the work which he had
wrought; but in the next, while he yet gazed, he grew tremulous and very
pallid, and aghast, and crying with a loud voice, 'This is indeed Life itself!'
turned suddenly to regard his beloved: -- She was dead!

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