The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 2Poe, Edgar Allan
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The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 2
Poe, Edgar Allan
American fiction -- 19th century; Fantasy fiction; Horror tales, American; Short stories
The house, I have said, was old and irregular. The grounds were
extensive, and a high and solid brick wall, topped with a bed of
mortar and broken glass, encompassed the whole. This prison-like
rampart formed the limit of our domain; beyond it we saw but
thrice a week—once every Saturday afternoon, when, attended by
two ushers, we were permitted to take brief walks in a body
through some of the neighbouring fields—and twice during Sunday,
when we were paraded in the same formal manner to the morning and
evening service in the one church of the village. Of this church
the principal of our school was pastor. With how deep a spirit of
wonder and perplexity was I wont to regard him from our remote
pew in the gallery, as, with step solemn and slow, he ascended
the pulpit! This reverend man, with countenance so demurely
benign, with robes so glossy and so clerically flowing, with wig
so minutely powdered, so rigid and so vast,—-could this be he
who, of late, with sour visage, and in snuffy habiliments,
administered, ferule in hand, the Draconian laws of the academy?
Oh, gigantic paradox, too utterly monstrous for solution!
At an angle of the ponderous wall frowned a more ponderous gate.
It was riveted and studded with iron bolts, and surmounted with
jagged iron spikes. What impressions of deep awe did it inspire!
It was never opened save for the three periodical egressions and
ingressions already mentioned; then, in every creak of its mighty
hinges, we found a plenitude of mystery—a world of matter for
solemn remark, or for more solemn meditation.
The extensive enclosure was irregular in form, having many
capacious recesses. Of these, three or four of the largest
constituted the play-ground. It was level, and covered with fine
hard gravel. I well remember it had no trees, nor benches, nor
anything similar within it. Of course it was in the rear of the
house. In front lay a small parterre, planted with box and other
shrubs, but through this sacred division we passed only upon rare
occasions indeed—such as a first advent to school or final
departure thence, or perhaps, when a parent or friend having
called for us, we joyfully took our way home for the Christmas or
Midsummer holidays.
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