of her brother, and in her violent and now final death-agonies,

bore him to the floor a corpse, and a victim to the terrors he

had anticipated.

From that chamber, and from that mansion, I fled aghast.

The storm was still abroad in all its wrath as I found myself

crossing the old causeway. Suddenly there shot along the path a

wild light, and I turned to see whence a gleam so unusual could

have issued; for the vast house and its shadows were alone behind

me. The radiance was that of the full, setting, and blood-red

moon which now shone vividly through that once barely-discernible

fissure of which I have before spoken as extending from the roof

of the building, in a zigzag direction, to the base. While I

gazed, this fissure rapidly widened--there came a fierce breath

of the whirlwind--the entire orb of the satellite burst at once

upon my sight--my brain reeled as I saw the mighty walls rushing

asunder--there was a long tumultuous shouting sound like the

voice of a thousand waters--and the deep and dank tarn at my feet

closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the "House of

Usher".

Watson, Dr Percival, Spallanzani, and especially the Bishop of Landaff.

The Fall of the House of Usher