Ten tales from Edgar Allan Poe —from the very utmost limits of the probable to the weird confines of superstition and unreality. Tales that engulf the mind and bring about certain emotions of the reader with the impalpable shadows of mystery, and, however formless in the shadows, the outline is as clear and distinct as that of a geometrical diagram with a minuteness of detail that doesn't leave anything unnoticed. Poe has no sympathy with Mysticism. The Mystic dwells in mystery; it affects his optic nerve especially, and the commonest things get a rainbow edging from it. Poe, on the other hand, analyzes, dissects, watches with an eye serene, and gives a written account of information gained from external sources. For Poe, the tale is the very pulse of the machine, with wheels and cogs and piston-rods, all working to produce a certain end.