Why The Little Frenchman Wears His Arm in a Sling
Why The Little Frenchman Wears His Arm in a Sling It’s on my wisiting cards sure enough (and it’s them that’s all o’ pink satin paper) that inny gintleman that plases […]
A Succession of Sundays
A Succession of Sundays “You hard-hearted, dunder-headed, obstinate, rusty, crusty, musty, fusty old savage!” said I, in fancy, one afternoon, to my grand uncle Rumgudgeon — shaking my fist at him […]
Silence — A Fable
Silence. — A Fable. ‘Ενδονσιν δ’ορεων κορνφαι τε και φαραγγες Πρωνες τε και χαραδραι -ALCMAN The mountain pinnacles slumber; valleys, crags and caves are silent. “Listen to me,” said the Demon, as he […]
Shadow. A Fable
Shadow. A Fable Ye who read are still among the living, but I who write shall have long since gone my way into the region of shadows. For indeed strange […]
The Purloined Letter
The Purloined Letter At Paris, just after dark one gusty evening in the autumn of 18—, I was enjoying the twofold luxury of meditation and a meerschaum, in company with my […]
How to write a Blackwood Article
How to write a Blackwood Article “In the name of the Prophet — figs!!” Cry of the Turkish fig-pedler I presume every body has heard of me. My name is the Signora […]
Morning on the Wissahiccon
Morning on the Wissahiccon The natural scenery of America has often been contrasted, in its general features as well as in detail, with the landscape of the Old World — more […]
The Power of Words
The Power of Words Oinos. — Pardon, Agathos, the weakness of a spirit new-fledged with immortality! Agathos. — You have spoken nothing, my Oinos, for which pardon is to be demanded. Not even here […]
Peter Pendulum, The Business Man
Peter Pendulum The Businessman My name is Pendulum — Peter Pendulum. I am a business man. I am a methodical man. Method is the thing, after all. But there are no people I […]
The Oblong Box
The Oblong Box Some years ago, I engaged passage from Charleston, S. C., to the city of New York, in the fine packet-ship “Independence,” Captain Hardy. We were to sail on […]
The Sphinx
The Sphinx During the dread reign of the Cholera in New York, I had accepted the invitation of a relative to spend a fortnight with him in the retirement of his cottage […]
The Premature Burial
The Premature Burial There are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are too entirely horrible for the purposes of legitimate fiction. These the mere romanticist must […]