It was now suggested that I should attempt to influence the patient’s arm, as heretofore.  I made the attempt and failed.  Dr. F —­ then intimated a desire to have me put a question.  I did so, as follows: 

“M.  Valdemar, can you explain to us what are your feelings or wishes now?”

There was an instant return of the hectic circles on the cheeks; the tongue quivered, or rather rolled violently in the mouth (although the jaws and lips remained rigid as before;) and at length the same hideous voice which I have already described, broke forth: 

“For God’s sake! —­ quick! —­ quick! —­ put me to sleep —­ or, quick! —­ waken me! —­ quick! —­ I say to you that I am dead!”

I was thoroughly unnerved, and for an instant remained undecided what to do.  At first I made an endeavor to re-compose the patient; but, failing in this through total abeyance of the will, I retraced my steps and as earnestly struggled to awaken him.  In this attempt I soon saw that I should be successful —­ or at least I soon fancied that my success would be complete —­ and I am sure that all in the room were prepared to see the patient awaken.

For what really occurred, however, it is quite impossible that any human being could have been prepared.

As I rapidly made the mesmeric passes, amid ejaculations of “dead! dead!” absolutely bursting from the tongue and not from the lips of the sufferer, his whole frame at once —­ within the space of a single minute, or even less, shrunk —­ crumbled —­ absolutely rotted away beneath my hands.  Upon the bed, before that whole company, there lay a nearly liquid mass of loathsome —­ of detestable putridity.

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THE BLACK CAT.

FOR the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief.  Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence.  Yet, mad am I not — and very surely do I not dream.  But to-morrow I die, and to-day I would unburthen my soul.  My immediate purpose is to place before the world, plainly, succinctly, and without comment, a series of mere household events.  In their consequences, these events have terrified — have tortured — have destroyed me.  Yet I will not attempt to expound them.  To me, they have presented little but Horror - to many they will seem less terrible than barroques.  Hereafter, perhaps, some intellect may be found which will reduce my phantasm to the common-place — some intellect more calm, more logical, and far less excitable than my own, which will perceive, in the circumstances I detail with awe, nothing more than an ordinary succession of very natural causes and effects.