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The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, Volume 5 (With Poetry)Project Gutenberg's The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, by Edgar Allan PoeThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and withalmost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away orre-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License includedwith this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.orgTitle: The Works of Edgar Allan PoeVolume 5 (of 5) of the Raven EditionAuthor: Edgar Allan PoeRelease Date: May 19, 2008 EBook #2151Last Updated: October 6, 2016Language: EnglishCharacter set encoding: UTF-8.

START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WORKS OF EDGAR ALLAN POE.Produced by David WidgerTHE WORKS OF EDGAR ALLAN POEIN FIVE VOLUMESThe Raven EditionCONTENTS. PHILOSOPHY OF FURNITURE.In the internal decoration, if not in the external architecture of theirresidences, the English are supreme. The Italians have but littlesentiment beyond marbles and colours. In France, meliora probant,deteriora sequuntur—the people are too much a race of gadaboutsto maintain those household proprieties of which, indeed, they have adelicate appreciation, or at least the elements of a proper sense. TheChinese and most of the eastern races have a warm but inappropriate fancy.The Scotch are poor decorists.

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The Dutch have, perhaps, anindeterminate idea that a curtain is not a cabbage. In Spain they are allcurtains—a nation of hangmen. The Russians do not furnish. TheHottentots and Kickapoos are very well in their way. The Yankees alone arepreposterous.How this happens, it is not difficult to see. We have no aristocracy ofblood, and having therefore as a natural, and indeed as an inevitablething, fashioned for ourselves an aristocracy of dollars, the displayof wealth has here to take the place and perform the office of theheraldic display in monarchical countries.

By a transition readilyunderstood, and which might have been as readily foreseen, we have beenbrought to merge in simple show our notions of taste itself.To speak less abstractly. THE SPHINXDURING the dread reign of the Cholera in New York, I had accepted theinvitation of a relative to spend a fortnight with him in the retirementof his cottage ornee on the banks of the Hudson.

We had here aroundus all the ordinary means of summer amusement; and what with rambling inthe woods, sketching, boating, fishing, bathing, music, and books, weshould have passed the time pleasantly enough, but for the fearfulintelligence which reached us every morning from the populous city. Not aday elapsed which did not bring us news of the decease of someacquaintance. Then as the fatality increased, we learned to expect dailythe loss of some friend. At length we trembled at the approach of everymessenger.

The very air from the South seemed to us redolent with death.That palsying thought, indeed, took entire possession of my soul. I couldneither speak, think, nor dream of any thing else. My host was of a lessexcitable temperament, and, although greatly depressed in spirits, exertedhimself to sustain my own. His richly philosophical intellect was not atany time affected by unrealities. To the substances of terror he wassufficiently alive, but of its shadows he had no apprehension.His endeavors to arouse me from the condition of abnormal gloom into whichI had fallen, were frustrated, in great measure, by certain volumes whichI had found in his library. These were of a character to force intogermination whatever seeds of hereditary superstition lay latent in mybosom.

I had been reading these books without his knowledge, and thus hewas often at a loss to account for the forcible impressions which had beenmade upon my fancy.A favorite topic with me was the popular belief in omens—a beliefwhich, at this one epoch of my life, I was almost seriously disposed todefend. HOP-FROGI never knew anyone so keenly alive to a joke as the king was. He seemedto live only for joking.

To tell a good story of the joke kind, and totell it well, was the surest road to his favor. Thus it happened that hisseven ministers were all noted for their accomplishments as jokers. Theyall took after the king, too, in being large, corpulent, oily men, as wellas inimitable jokers. Whether people grow fat by joking, or whether thereis something in fat itself which predisposes to a joke, I have never beenquite able to determine; but certain it is that a lean joker is a raraavis in terris.About the refinements, or, as he called them, the ‘ghost’ of wit, the kingtroubled himself very little. He had an especial admiration for breadth ina jest, and would often put up with length, for the sake of it.Over-niceties wearied him. He would have preferred Rabelais’ ‘Gargantua’to the ‘Zadig’ of Voltaire: and, upon the whole, practical jokes suitedhis taste far better than verbal ones.At the date of my narrative, professing jesters had not altogether goneout of fashion at court.

Several of the great continental ‘powers’ stillretain their ‘fools,’ who wore motley, with caps and bells, and who wereexpected to be always ready with sharp witticisms, at a moment’s notice,in consideration of the crumbs that fell from the royal table.Our king, as a matter of course, retained his ‘fool.’ The fact is, herequired something in the way of folly—if only to counterbalance theheavy wisdom of the seven wise men who were his ministers—not tomention himself.His fool, or professional jester, was not only a fool, however. His valuewas trebled in the eyes of the king, by the fact of his being also a dwarfand a cripple. Dwarfs were as common at court, in those days, as fools;and many monarchs would have found it difficult to get through their days(days are rather longer at court than elsewhere) without both a jester tolaugh with, and a dwarf to laugh at. But, as I have already observed, yourjesters, in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred, are fat, round, andunwieldy—so that it was no small source of self-gratulation with ourking that, in Hop-Frog (this was the fool’s name), he possessed atriplicate treasure in one person.I believe the name ‘Hop-Frog’ was not that given to the dwarf by hissponsors at baptism, but it was conferred upon him, by general consent ofthe several ministers, on account of his inability to walk as other mendo. THOU ART THE MANI will now play the Oedipus to the Rattleborough enigma. I will expound toyou—as I alone can—the secret of the enginery that effectedthe Rattleborough miracle—the one, the true, the admitted, theundisputed, the indisputable miracle, which put a definite end toinfidelity among the Rattleburghers and converted to the orthodoxy of thegrandames all the carnal-minded who had ventured to be sceptical before.This event—which I should be sorry to discuss in a tone ofunsuitable levity—occurred in the summer of 18—. BarnabasShuttleworthy—one of the wealthiest and most respectable citizens ofthe borough—had been missing for several days under circumstanceswhich gave rise to suspicion of foul play.

Shuttleworthy had set outfrom Rattleborough very early one Saturday morning, on horseback, with theavowed intention of proceeding to the city of-, about fifteen milesdistant, and of returning the night of the same day. Two hours after hisdeparture, however, his horse returned without him, and without thesaddle-bags which had been strapped on his back at starting. The animalwas wounded, too, and covered with mud. These circumstances naturally gaverise to much alarm among the friends of the missing man; and when it wasfound, on Sunday morning, that he had not yet made his appearance, thewhole borough arose en masse to go and look for his body.The foremost and most energetic in instituting this search was the bosomfriend of Mr. Shuttleworthy—a Mr.