I have been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and found myself, as the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
the disease of lad madeline had long baffled her physicians. A settled apathy,a gradual wasting away of thperson, and of the partially cataleptical character, were the unusual diagnosis.
for a moment she remained trembling and reeling to and fro- then, with a moaning cry, fell heavily inward upon her brother, and in her violent and now final death-agonies, bore him to the floor a corpse, and a victim to the terror she had anticipated
for several days her name wasnt mentioned by either of us, and during this period i was busied to alleviate the melancholy of my firend.. if ever mortal painted an idea, that mortal was Rodrick Usher.
At the request of Usher, i personally aided him in the arrangement for the temporary entombment. The body having been encoffined, we to alone bore it to its rest.
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.