The history of all Magazines shows plainly that those which have attained celebrity were indebted for it to articles similar in natureto Berenice--although, I grant you, far superior in style and execution. I say similar in nature. You ask me in what does this nature consist? In the ludicrous heightened into the grotesque: the fearful coloured into the horrible: the witty exaggerated into the burlesque: the singular wrought out into the strange and mystical.

Every moment of the night Forever changing places And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces

To observe attentively is to remember distinctly.

All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting...

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.

But in the expression of the countenance, which was beaming all over with smiles, there still lurked (incomprehensible anomalyl) that fitful strain of melancholy which will ever be found inseparable from the perfection of the beautiful.