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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
.
I
well
remember
that
suggestions
arising
from
this
ballad
,
led
us
into
a
train
of
thought
wherein
there
became
manifest
an
opinion
of
Usher
's
which
I
mention
not
so
much
on
account
of
its
novelty
(
for
other
men
*
have
thought
thus
)
,
as
on
account
of
the
pertinacity
with
which
he
maintained
it
.
This
opinion
,
in
its
general
form
,
was
that
of
the
sentience
of
all
vegetable
things
.
But
,
in
his
disordered
fancy
,
the
idea
had
assumed
a
more
daring
character
,
and
trespassed
,
under
certain
conditions
,
upon
the
kingdom
of
inorganization
.
I
lack
words
to
express
the
full
extent
,
or
the
earnest
abandon
of
his
persuasion
.
The
belief
,
however
,
was
connected
(
as
I
have
previously
hinted
)
with
the
gray
stones
of
the
home
of
his
forefathers
.
The
conditions
of
the
sentience
had
been
here
,
he
imagined
,
fulfilled
in
the
method
of
collocation
of
these
stones
--
in
the
order
of
their
arrangement
,
as
well
as
in
that
of
the
many
fungi
which
overspread
them
,
and
of
the
decayed
trees
which
stood
around
--
above
all
,
in
the
long
undisturbed
endurance
of
this
arrangement
,
and
in
its
reduplication
in
the
still
waters
of
the
tarn
.
Its
evidence
--
the
evidence
of
the
sentience
--
was
to
be
seen
,
he
said
,
(
and
I
here
started
as
he
spoke
)
,
in
the
gradual
yet
certain
condensation
of
an
atmosphere
of
their
own
about
the
waters
and
the
walls
.
The
result
was
discoverable
,
he
added
,
in
that
silent
yet
importunate
and
terrible
influence
which
for
centuries
had
moulded
the
destinies
of
his
family
,
and
which
made
him
what
I
now
saw
him
--
what
he
was
.
Such
opinions
need
no
comment
,
and
I
will
make
none
.
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
.
One
favorite
volume
was
a
small
octavo
edition
of
the
"
Directorium
Inquisitorium
,
"
by
the
Dominican
Eymeric
de
Gironne
;
and
there
were
passages
in
Pomponius
Mela
,
about
the
old
African
Satyrs
and
Œgipans
,
over
which
Usher
would
sit
dreaming
for
hours
.
His
chief
delight
,
however
,
was
found
in
the
perusal
of
an
exceedingly
rare
and
curious
book
in
quarto
Gothic
--
the
manual
of
a
forgotten
church
--
the
Vigiliæ
Mortuorum
Secundum
Chorum
Ecclesiae
Maguntinae
.
