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did I perceive the futility of all attempt at cheering a mind from which darkness, as if an inherent positive quality, poured forth upon all objects of the moral and physical universe, in one unceasing radiation of gloom.

      I shall ever bear about me a memory of the many solemn hours I thus spent alone with the master of the House of Usher. Yet I should fail in any attempt to convey an idea of the exact character of the studies, or of the occupations, in which he involved me, or led me the way. An excited and highly distempered ideality threw a sulphureous lustre over all. His long improvised dirges will ring for ever in my ears. Among other things, I hold painfully in mind a certain singular perversion and amplification of the wild air of the last waltz of Von Weber. From the paintings over which his elaborate fancy brooded and which grew, touch by touch, into vagueness at which I shuddered the more thrillingly, because I shuddered knowing not why;—from these paintings (vivid as their images now are before me) I would in vain endeavour to educe more than a small portion which should lie within the compass of merely written words. By the utter simplicity, by the nakedness of his designs, he arrested and overawed attention. If ever mortal painted an idea, that mortal was Roderick Usher. For me at least—in the circumstances then surrounding me—there arose out of the pure abstractions which the hypochondriac contrived to throw upon his canvas, an intensity of intolerable awe, no shadow of which felt I ever yet in the contemplation of the certainly glowing yet too concrete reveries of Fuseli.

      One of the phantasmagoric conceptions of my friend, partaking not so rigidly of the spirit of abstraction, may be shadowed forth, although feebly, in words. A small picture presented the interior of an immensely long and rectangular vault or tunnel, with low walls, smooth, white, and without interruption or device. Certain accessory points of the design served well to convey the idea that this excavation lay at an exceeding depth below the surface of the earth. No outlet was observed in any portion of its vast extent, and no torch, or other artificial source of light, was discernible; yet a flood of intense rays rolled throughout, and bathed the whole in a ghastly and inappropriate splendour.

      I have just spoken of that morbid condition of the auditory nerve which rendered all music intolerable to the sufferer, with the exception of certain effects of stringed instruments. It was, perhaps, the narrow limits to which he thus confined himself upon the guitar, which gave birth, in great measure, to the fantastic character of his performances. But the fervid facility of his impromptus could not be so accounted for. They must have been, and were, in the notes, as well as in the words of his wild fantasias (for he not unfrequently accompanied himself with rhymed verbal improvisations), the result of that intense mental collectedness and concentration to which I have previously alluded as observable only in particular moments of the highest artificial excitement. The words of one of these rhapsodies I have easily remembered. I was, perhaps, the more forcibly impressed with it, as he gave it, because, in the under or mystic current of its meaning, I fancied that I perceived, and for the first time, a full consciousness on the part of Usher, of the tottering of his lofty reason upon her throne. The verses, which were entitled "The Haunted Palace," ran very nearly, if not accurately, thus:

      I

      In the greenest of our valleys,

       By good angels tenanted

       Once a fair and stately palace—

       Radiant palace—reared its head.

       In the monarch Thought's dominion—

       It stood there!

       Never seraph spread a pinion

       Over fabric half so fair.

      II

      Banners yellow, glorious, golden,

       On its roof did float and flow;

       (This—all this—was in the olden

       Time long ago)

       And every gentle air that dallied,

       In that sweet day,

       Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,

       A winged odour went away.

      III

      Wanderers in that happy valley

       Through two luminous windows saw

       Spirits moving musically

       To a lute's well tunèd law,

       Round about a throne, where sitting

       (Porphyrogene!)

       In state his glory well befitting,

       The ruler of the realm was seen.

      IV

      And all with pearl and ruby glowing

       Was the fair palace door,

       Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing

       And sparkling evermore,

       A troop of Echoes whose sweet duty

       Was but to sing,

       In voices of surpassing beauty,

       The wit and wisdom of their king.

      V

      But evil things, in robes of sorrow,

       Assailed the monarch's high estate;

       (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow

       Shall dawn upon him, desolate!)

       And, round about his home, the glory

       That blushed and bloomed

       Is but a dim-remembered story

       Of the old time entombed.

      VI

      And travellers now within that valley,

       Through the red-litten windows, see

       Vast forms that move fantastically

       To a discordant melody;

       While, like a rapid ghastly river,

       Through the pale door,

       A hideous throng rush out forever,

       And laugh—but smile no more.

      Our books—the books which, for years, had formed no small portion of the mental existence of the invalid—were, as might be supposed, in strict keeping with this character of phantasm. We pored together over such works as the Ververt et Chartreuse of Gresset; the Belphegor of Machiavelli; the Heaven and Hell of Swedenborg; the Subterranean Voyage of Nicholas Klimm by Holberg; the Chiromancy of Robert Flud, of Jean D'Indaginé, and of De la Chambre; the Journey into the Blue Distance of Tieck; and the City of the Sun of Campanella.


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