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 tomorrow

I die, and to-day I would unburden 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 baroques. 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.

From my infancy I was noted for the docility and humanity of my disposition. My

tenderness of heart was even so conspicuous as to make me the jest of my companions. I

was especially fond of animals, and was indulged by my parents with a great variety of

pets. With these I spent most of my time, and never was so happy as when feeding and

caressing them. This peculiarity of character grew with my growth, and in my manhood, I

derived from it one of my principal sources of pleasure. To those who have cherished an

affection for a faithful and sagacious dog, I need hardly be at the trouble of explaining the

nature or the intensity of the gratification thus derivable. There is something in the

unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who

has had frequentoccasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.

I married early, and was happy to find in my wife a disposition not uncongenial with

my own. Observing my partiality for domestic pets, she lost no opportunity of procuring

those of the most agreeable kind. We had birds, gold-fish, a fine dog, rabbits, a small

monkey, and a cat.

This latter was a remarkably large and beautiful animal, entirely black, and sagacious

to an astonishing degree. In speaking of his intelligence, my wife, who at heart was not a

little tinctured with superstition, made frequent allusion to the ancient popular notion,

which regarded all black cats as witches in disguise. Not that she was ever serious upon

this point --- and I mention the matter at all for no better reason than that it happens, just

now, to be remembered.

Pluto --- this was the cat's name --- was my favorite pet and playmate. I alone fed him,

and he attended me wherever I went about the house. It was even with difficulty that I

could prevent him from following me through the streets.

Our friendship lasted, in this manner, for several years, during which my general

temperament and character --- through the instrumentality of the Fiend Intemperance ---

had (I blush to confess it) experienced a radical alteration for the worse. I grew, day by

day, more moody, more irritable, more regardless of the feelings of others. I suffered

myself to use intemperate language to my wife. At length, I even offered her personal

violence. My pets, of course, were made to feel the change in my disposition. I not only

neglected, but ill-used them. For Pluto, however, I still retained sufficient regard to

restrain me from maltreating him, as I made no scruple of maltreating the rabbits, the

monkey, or even the dog, when by accident, or through affection, they came in my way.

But my disease grewupon me --- for what disease is like Alcohol! --- and at length even

Pluto, who was now becoming old, and consequently somewhat peevish --- even Pluto

began to experience the effects of my ill temper.

One night, returning home, much intoxicated, from one of my haunts about town, I

fancied that the cat avoided my presence. I seized him; when, in his fright at my violence,

he inflicted a slight wound upon my hand with his teeth. The fury of a demon instantly

possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its

flight from my body and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every

fibre of my frame. I took from my waistcoat-pocket a pen-knife, opened it, grasped the

poor beast by the throat, and deliberately cut one of its eyes from the socket! I blush, I

burn, I shudder, while I pen the damnable atrocity.

When reason returned with the morning --- when I had slept off the fumes of the

night's debauch --- I experienced a sentiment half of horror, half of remorse, for the crime

of which I had been guilty; but it was, at best, a feeble and equivocal feeling, and the soul

remained untouched. I again plunged into excess, and soon drowned in wine all memory

of the deed.

In the meantime the cat slowly recovered. The socket of the lost eye presented, it is true,

a frightful appearance, but he no longer appeared to suffer any pain. He went about the

house as usual, but, as might be expected, fled in extreme terror at my approach. I had so

much of my old heart left, as to be at first grieved by this evident dislike on the part of a

creature which had once so loved me. But this feeling soon gave place to irritation. And

then came, as if to my final and irrevocable overthrow,the spirit of PERVERSENESS. Of

this spirit philosophy takes no account. Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I

am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart --- one of the

indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man.

Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a silly action, for no

other reason than because he knows he should not? Have we not a perpetual inclination,

in the teeth of our best judgment, to violate that which is Law, merely because we

understand it to be such? This spirit of perverseness, I say, came to my final overthrow. It

was this unfathomable longing of the soul to vex itself --- to offer violence to its own

nature - to do wrong for the wrong's sake only - that urged me to continue and finally to

consummate the injury I had inflicted upon the unoffending brute. One morning, in cool

blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree; --- hung it with

the tears streaming from my eyes, and with the bitterest remorse at my heart; --- hung it

because I knew that it had loved me, and because I felt it had given me no reason of

offence; --- hung it because I knew that in so doing I was committing a sin --- a deadly

sin that would so jeopardize my immortal soul as to place it --- if such a thing wore

possible --- even beyond the reach of the infinite mercy of the Most Merciful and Most

Terrible God.

On the night of the day on which this cruel deed was done, I was aroused from sleep

by the cry of fire. The curtains of my bed were in flames. The whole house was blazing.

It was with greatdifficulty that my wife, a servant, and myself, made our escape from the

conflagration. The destruction was complete. My entire worldly wealth was swallowed

up, and I resigned myself thenceforward to despair.

I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect,

between the disaster and the atrocity. But I am detailing a chain of facts --- and wish not

to leave even a possible link imperfect. On the day succeeding the fire, I visited the ruins.

The walls, with one exception, had fallen in. This exception was found in a compartment

wall, not very thick, which stood about the middle of the house, and against which had

rested the head of my bed. The plastering had here, in great measure, resisted the action

of the fire --- a fact which I attributed to its having been recently spread. About this wall

a dense crowd were collected, and many persons seemed to be examining a particular

portion of it with very minute and eager attention. The words "strange!" "singular!" and

other similar expressions, excited my curiosity. I approached and saw, as if graven in bas

relief upon the white surface, the figure of a gigantic cat. The impression was given with

an accuracy truly marvellous. There was a rope about the animal's neck.

When I first beheld this apparition --- for I could scarcely regard it as less --- my

wonder and my terror were extreme. But at length reflection came to my aid. The cat, I

remembered, had been hung in a garden adjacent to the house. Upon the alarm of fire,

this garden had been immediately filled by the crowd --- by some one of whom the

animal must have been cut from the tree and thrown, through an open window, into my

chamber. This had probably been done with the view of arousing me from sleep. The

falling of other walls had compressedthe victim of my cruelty into the substance of the

freshly-spread plaster; the lime of which, with the flames, and the ammonia from the

carcass, had then accomplished the portraiture as I saw it.

Although I thus readily accounted to my reason, if not altogether to my conscience, for

the startling fact just detailed, it did not the less fail to make a deep impression upon my

fancy. For months I could not rid myself of the phantasm of the cat; and, during this

period, there came back into my spirit a half-sentiment that seemed, but was not, remorse.

I went so far as to regret the loss of the animal, and to look about me, among the vile

haunts which I now habitually frequented, for another pet of the same species, and of

somewhat similar appearance, with which to supply its place.

One night as I sat, half stupefied, in a den of more than infamy, my attention was

suddenly drawn to some black object, reposing upon the head of one of the immense

hogsheads of Gin, or of Rum, which constituted the chief furniture of the apartment. I had

been looking steadily at the top of this hogshead for some minutes, and what now caused

me surprise was the fact that I had not sooner perceived the object thereupon. I

approached it, and touched it with my hand. It was a black cat --- a very large one ---

fully as large as Pluto, and closely resembling him in every respect but one. Pluto had not

a white hair upon any portion of his body; but this cat had a large, although indefinite

splotch of white, covering nearly the whole region of the breast.

Upon my touching him, he immediately arose, purred loudly, rubbed against my hand,

and appeared delighted with my notice. This, then, was the very creature of which I was

in search. I at once offeredto purchase it of the landlord; but this person made no claim

to it --- knew nothing of it --- had never seen it before.

I continued my caresses, and, when I prepared to go home, the animal evinced a

disposition to accompany me. I permitted it to do so; occasionally stooping and patting it

as I proceeded. When it reached the house it domesticated itself at once, and became

immediately a great favorite with my wife.

For my own part, I soon found a dislike to it arising within me. This was just the

reverse of what I had anticipated; but --- I know not how or why it was --- its evident

fondness for myself rather disgusted and annoyed. By slow degrees, these feelings of

disgust and annoyance rose into the bitterness of hatred. I avoided the creature; a certain

sense of shame, and the remembrance of my former deed of cruelty, preventing me from

physically abusing it. I did not, for some weeks, strike, or otherwise violently ill use it;

but gradually --- very gradually --- I came to look upon it with unutterable loathing, and

to flee silently from its odious presence, as from the breath of a pestilence.

What added, no doubt, to my hatred of the beast, was the discovery, on the morning after

I brought it home, that, like Pluto, it also had been deprived of one of its eyes. This

circumstance, however, only endeared it to my wife, who, as I have already said,

possessed, in a high degree, that humanity of feeling which had once been my

distinguishing trait, and the source of many of my simplest and purest pleasures.

With my aversion to this cat, however, its partiality for myself seemed to increase. It

followed my footsteps with a pertinacity which it would be difficult to make the reader

comprehend. Whenever I sat, it would crouch beneath my chair, or springupon my

knees, covering me with its loathsome caresses. If I arose to walk it would get between

my feet and thus nearly throw me down, or, fastening its long and sharp claws in my

dress, clamber, in this manner, to my breast. At such times, although I longed to destroy

it with a blow, I was yet withheld from so doing, partly by a memory of my former crime,

but chiefly --- let me confess it at once --- by absolute dread of the beast.

This dread was not exactly a dread of physical evil --- and yet I should be at a loss how

otherwise to define it. I am almost ashamed to own --- yes, even in this felon's cell, I am

almost ashamed to own --- that the terror and horror with which the animal inspired me,

had been heightened by one of the merest chimaeras it would be possible to conceive. My

wife had called my attention, more than once, to the character of the mark of white hair,

of which I have spoken, and which constituted the sole visible difference between the

strange beast and the one I had destroyed. The reader will remember that this mark,

although large, had been originally very indefinite; but, by slow degrees --- degrees

nearly imperceptible, and which for a long time my Reason struggled to reject as fanciful

--- it had, at length, assumed a rigorous distinctness of outline. It was now the

representation of an object that I shudder to name --- and for this, above all, I loathed, and

dreaded, and would have rid myself of the monster had I dared - it was now, I say, the

image of a hideous --- of a ghastly thing --- of the GALLOWS! --- oh, mournful and

terrible engine of Horror and of Crime --- of Agony and of Death!

And now was I indeed wretched beyondthe wretchedness of mere Humanity. And a

brute beast --- whose fellow I had contemptuously destroyed - a brute beast to work out

for me --- for me a man, fashioned in the image of the High God --- so much of

insufferable woe! Alas! neither by day nor by night knew I the blessing of Rest any more!

During the former the creature left me no moment alone; and, in the latter, I started,

hourly, from dreams of unutterable fear, to find the hot breath of the thing upon my face,

and its vast weight --- an incarnate Night-Mare that I had no power to shake off ---

incumbent eternally upon my heart!

Beneath the pressure of torments such as these, the feeble remnant of the good within

me succumbed. Evil thoughts became my sole intimates --- the darkest and most evil of

thoughts. The moodiness of my usual temper increased to hatred of all things and of all

mankind; while, from the sudden, frequent, and ungovernable outbursts of a fury to

which I now blindly abandoned myself, my uncomplaining wife, alas! was the most usual

and the most patient of sufferers.

One day she accompanied me, upon some household errand, into the cellar of the old

building which our poverty compelled us to inhabit. The cat followed me down the steep

stairs, and, nearly throwing me headlong, exasperated me to madness. Uplifting an axe,

and forgetting, in my wrath, the childish dread which had hitherto stayed my hand, I

aimed a blow at the animal which, of course, would have proved instantly fatal had it

descended as I wished. But this blow was arrested by the hand of my wife. Goaded, by

the interference, into a rage more than demoniacal, I withdrew my arm from her grasp

and buried the axe in her brain. She fell dead upon the spot, without a groan.

This hideous murder accomplished, I set myselfforthwith, and with entire deliberation, to

the task of concealing the body. I knew that I could not remove it from the house, either

by day or by night, without the risk of being observed by the neighbors. Many projects

entered my mind. At one period I thought of cutting the corpse into minute fragments,

and destroying them by fire. At another, I resolved to dig a grave for it in the floor of the

cellar. Again, I deliberated about casting it in the well in the yard --- about packing it in a

box, as if merchandize, with the usual arrangements, and so getting a porter to take it

from the house. Finally I hit upon what I considered a far better expedient than either of

these. I determined to wall it up in the cellar - as the monks of the middle ages are

recorded to have walled up their victims.

For a purpose such as this the cellar was well adapted. Its walls were loosely

constructed, and had lately been plastered throughout with a rough plaster, which the

dampness of the atmosphere had prevented from hardening. Moreover, in one of the

walls was a projection, caused by a false chimney, or fireplace, that had been filled up,

and made to resemble the red of the cellar. I made no doubt that I could readily displace

the bricks at this point, insert the corpse, and wall the whole up as before, so that no eye

could detect any thing suspicious.

And in this calculation I was not deceived. By means of a crow-bar I easily dislodged the

bricks, and, having carefully deposited the body against the inner wall, I propped it in that

position, while, with little trouble, I re-laid the whole structure as it originally stood.

Having procured mortar, sand, and hair, with every possible precaution, I prepared a

plaster which could not be distinguished from the old,and with this I very carefully went

over the new brickwork. When I had finished, I felt satisfied that all was right. The wall

did not present the slightest appearance of having been disturbed. The rubbish on the

floor was picked up with the minutest care. I looked around triumphantly, and said to

myself; "Here at least, then, my labor has not been in vain."

My next step was to look for the beast which had been the cause of so much

wretchedness; for I had, at length, firmly resolved to put it to death. Had I been able to

meet with it, at the moment, there could have been no doubt of its fate; but it appeared

that the crafty animal had been alarmed at the violence of my previous anger, and forbore

to present itself in my present mood. It is impossible to describe, or to imagine, the deep,

the blissful sense of relief which the absence of the detested creature occasioned in my

bosom. It did not make its appearance during the night - and thus for one night at least,

since its introduction into the house, I soundly and tranquilly slept; aye, slept even with

the burden of murder upon my soul!

The second and the third day passed, and still my tormentor came not. Once again I

breathed as a freeman. The monster, in terror, had fled the premises forever! I should

behold it no more! My happiness was supreme! The guilt of my dark deed disturbed me

but little. Some few inquiries had been made, but these had been readily answered. Even

a search had been instituted --- but of course nothing was to be discovered. I looked upon

my future felicity as secured.

Upon the fourth day of the assassination, a party of the police came, very

unexpectedly, into the house, and proceeded again to make rigorous investigation of the

premises. Secure, however, in theinscrutability of my place of concealment, I felt no

embarrassment whatever. The officers bade me accompany them in their search. They

left no nook or corner unexplored. At length, for the third or fourth time, they descended

into the cellar. I quivered not in a muscle. My heart beat calmly as that of one who

slumbers in innocence. I walked the cellar from end to end. I folded my arms upon my

bosom, and roamed easily to and fro. The police were thoroughly satisfied and prepared

to depart. The glee at my heart was too strong to be restrained. I burned to say if but one

word, by way of triumph, and to render doubly sure their assurance of my guiltlessness.

"Gentlemen," I said at last, as the party ascended the steps, "I delight to have allayed

your suspicions. I wish you all health, and a little more courtesy. By the bye, gentlemen,

this --- this is a very well constructed house." [In the rabid desire to say something easily,

I scarcely knew what I uttered at all.] --- "I may say an excellently well constructed

house. These walls are you going, gentlemen? --- these walls are solidly put together;"

and here, through the mere frenzy of bravado, I rapped heavily, with a cane which I held

in my hand, upon that very portion of the brick-work behind which stood the corpse of

the wife of my bosom.

But may God shield and deliver me from the fangs of the Arch-Fiend ! No sooner had

the reverberation of my blows sunk into silence, than I was answered by a voice from

within the tomb! --- by a cry, at first muffled and broken, like the sobbing of a child, and

then quickly swelling into one long, loud, and continuous scream, utterly anomalous and

inhuman --- a howl --- a wailing shriek, half of horror and half of triumph, such asmight

have arisen only out of hell, conjointly from the throats of the dammed in their agony and

of the demons that exult in the damnation.

Of my own thoughts it is folly to speak. Swooning, I staggered to the opposite wall.

For one instant the party upon the stairs remained motionless, through extremity of terror

and of awe. In the next, a dozen stout arms were toiling at the wall. It fell bodily. The

corpse, already greatly decayed and clotted with gore, stood erect before the eyes of the

spectators. Upon its head, with red extended mouth and solitary eye of fire, sat the

hideous beast whose craft had seduced me into murder, and whose informing voice had

consigned me to the hangman. I had walled the monster up within the tomb!