As I told you in class on Wednesday, you will need to watch this video for Monday, May 14.


The Rise of Realism

Find the text we read in class HERE


Here’s the video we watched in class to write the article. Bring your brainstorm and outline for next class.

American Renaissance Test Preparation

As you remember, we read and discusses the article on the book. These are the questions, and attached you will find the article.

THIS IS THE PDF: American Renaissance

  1. Do you agree or disagree with the fact that there was an American Shakespeare? PAGE 207


  1. Why was there a good relationship between Hawthorne and Melville?


  1. Is it better to say that there was an American renaissance or a coming of age?


  1. What evidence is there of the lyceums, the abolitionists and women’s rights struggle in today’s USA?


  1. Which of Plato’s ideas were clearly seen in transcendentalism?


  1. Where did Emerson get ideas to construct his idea of transcendentalism?


  1. How could Emerson’s transcendentalism go against the church?


  1. What could be the plot of a story written by a dark romantic?


  1. If you had been born in the 1840’s, what would your life differ from what it is now?



As we discussed in class, here are the websites you must visit to read/watch and take notes in order to present your findings in class next week.










You  will be scientists and thinkers sending back in time a video (1977) only composed of photographs and audio to warn people about the future and its political, economic, and social conflicts.

You must:
1. Download images that depict contemporary issues that affect commonality, diversity, and interconnection.
2. Edit images and create a video  (max. 3 minutes).
3. Write a voice-over narration that should include the following:
-Connection to SOI (Statement of Inquiry)
-Scientist or thinker perspective
-Warnings of the terrible events we currently live
-You can add music if you want.
-The video must have a title and end credits.
-The video must have a logical sequence.
-fictional example:
4. You must also:
-Write a two paragraph rationale explaining language, analysis, and organization choices.
-APA reference to all photographs (See page 20 of the PDF) HONESTY POLICY
5. The video must be uploaded to be assessed.


Here are the pictures and video we used in class to write the response paragraph.

Homework Schedule 9B

As promised, here’s the schedule for homework.

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Pilgrim Fact Card 1


King Henry VIII of England made himself the head of the new Church of England in 1534.

Some English people did not like the new Church of England.

They created a new church and they were called “Separatists.”

Some of the Separatists were treated poorly because of their beliefs.

They moved to Holland to find religious freedom.

Some Separatists settled in the town of Leiden (or Leyden) in Holland for the next 11 or 12 years.

The Separatists decided to leave Holland because they had a hard time finding good jobs and they were afraid their children were losing their English ties.


Pilgrim Fact Card 2


The Separatists wanted to start a colony in the northern part of Virginia Colony (near present day New York City). This was at the mouth of the Hudson River.

The group had little money, but wanted to be able to worship freely in a colony in the New World.

The Separatists (or colonists) joined with a group of investors to form a joint stock company.

The investors provided the colonists with supplies and a way to get to the New World.

The colonists agreed to send fish, timber and fur back to England for seven years to pay off their debts.

Pilgrim Fact Card 3


The colonists began their trip with two ships: the Mayflower and the Speedwell.

The Speedwell leaked so badly that the ship was left behind in England.

Some of the passengers had to remain in England, too.

The rest of the passengers crowded aboard the Mayflower.

There were 102 passengers on the Mayflower and about 26 crew members.

Some of the passengers were Separatists and they called themselves “Saints”.

The Separatists called the other passengers “Strangers”.

Nowadays, we refer to all of the passengers on the Mayflower as Pilgrims or colonists.

There were many storms during the 66-day voyage.

One sailor and one passenger died.

A baby boy, Oceanus Hopkins was born during the trip.

Pilgrim Fact Card 4


The Mayflower reached Provincetown on November 11, 1620.

The dates used here are from the Old Style or Julian calendar. Add 12-13 days to make them match our current calendar.

The storms and dangerous rocky coasts forced the Mayflower to anchor in Cape Cod Bay (not at the mouth of the Hudson River as they had intended).

There were many native tribes living in southeastern Massachusetts and Rhode Island (24,000 people at the time the Pilgrims landed). They were part of the Wampanoag Nation.

A brief fight occurred between a group of colonists and some Nauset Wampanoag. The Natives attacked the colonists because some of their tribe had been captured and sold into slavery in the past.

The men signed the Mayflower Compact, which was an agreement on how the colony would be governed.

Many passengers became sick and four of them died while the group tried to find a good place for their colony.

Ss will now share their lists.

The T will then share the experts’ ranking. The groups must reflect on the ideal ranking.


Pilgrim Fact Card 5


The colonists, or Pilgrims, as they are commonly called, decided to settle in Plymouth.

The Pilgrims arrived in Plymouth Harbor on December 16, 1620.

The Patuxet Wampanoag had lived in Plymouth before the Pilgrims.

About 2000 Patuxet died in a plague that occurred between 1616 and 1619. The plague was probably smallpox, brought to the New World by Europeans.

Only one Patuxet, Squanto, did not die from the plague. He had been captured and sold into slavery in 1614 and was living in England when the rest of his tribe died.

The Pilgrims found that the old Patuxet lands had many things they needed:

A good harbor

A clean supply of water (Town Brook)

Fields which were already cleared

No hostile native people

A hill upon which they could build a fort.


Hi grade 9A,


As promised, here’s the glossary you will prepare for the test on “Life on the Mississippi”.

You must comment this way:

The sentence where the word is found.

AT the end of what seemed a tedious while, I had managed to pack my head full of islands, towns, bars, “points,” and bends


The definition and the grammar category it belongs to

tedious (adj.) Tiresome by reason of length, slowness, or dullness; boring.

Your participation in the blog is worth 20 points of the test.

The text is HERE!

Here are the words and the people responsible for each.




Hi there,

Here is the material to prepare for the test on Phrasal Verbs.




Oral Exam Questions grade 9

Here are the questions you can prepare for the oral exam.


Murder mystery game

Here’s the game you will play in order to solve the mystery. Remember to take notes while you are doing your investigation.

You will write a report of every step you make while you find clues. Write your speculations using the modals we studied in class and explain how everything you speculate about is supported on the evidence. Find the MODALS here: speculations and conclusions

When you solve the case, write your initial speculations and your final conclusions.

Here is the game:



Here’s an example of a report



When I was given the case, the chief told me a body had been found in the river. Apparently, the driver was drunk. This time there were no witnesses or suspects, so I had to go directly to the morgue. When I got there, the coroner told me I could see the body, the victim’s personal effects and the lab reports on the fluid samples taken from the body.


The body had in incision in the chest that the doctors used to extract fluid from the body. The whole body smelled like moldy water and alcohol. The mouth smelled of brandy. The knuckles of his right hand were scraped. Among the objects the victim had, I found: the driver’s license whose picture showed the victim wearing glasses; his name was Lance Monroe; a watch that had stopped at 11:05, and a key. Here I made my first speculations. Lance must have been drinking in some bar nearby. He might have lost his glasses because they were not found among his things; he might have had an argument with someone in the bar and in the fight he must have broken his glasses; that explains his scraped knuckles. He might have crashed at 11:05 pm.


Then, I decided to see the crime scene. I checked the entire car and found a couple of papers. One of them was a receipt from an optician’s shop, which tells the serial number of the glasses Lance had ordered. The other one was a love note addressed to Lance from his lover, a married woman. At the bottom of the note was the woman’s sister’s address in case he wanted to see her before and where she was staying while her husband was away. There, my initial speculations were discarded. There was a clear mobile for the murder. It must not have been an accident. Evidently, Lance must have gone to see his lover and her husband must have found them. They might have had a fight and the husband may have knocked down Lance. In his anger, he might have put Lance in his car and pushed it into the river after having smeared alcohol on him to make people believe he was drunk.


I decided to go to the address in the note. There I talked to a blonde woman. Her name is Barbra. When I told her that Lance was dead, she started crying and told me that he had been missing these days. She confessed that they were lovers and that they had had an affair for 6 months. The last time she saw him was three days before when she had left a note on his pillow. In the note she told him to encounter her in her house. It seems he had been there because the lights were on when she arrived hours later. She also told me that Lance was not a good driver and required glasses because of a serious eye condition. She said that Lance was not a drinker and may possibly have had an allergy to alcohol. Others speculations i had were: Lance couldn’t have been drinking and much less driving since he had a serious sight problem. At first, I thought the woman could have been involved in the murder, but this discarded her as a suspect. This left her husband, Frank Shefer, as the only suspect so far.


I went to search her house with her permission. Her husband was away in a business trip. I found Lance’s glasses under the couch; I knew they were his glasses because of the serial number whose receipt I had found in Lance’s car. I went to the phone and heard a message in the answering machine. Frank’s trip had been canceled. I kept searching and found very important evidence. The first was a yellow paper from a Private Eye with a confirmation to trail Frank’s wife, Barbra. The second was empty bottle of brandy. And the third one was a funnel and hose that was covered in Brandy and vomit.


I went back to the morgue. I read the report on the fluids that were in Lance’s body. Lance had an extremely large amount of brandy in his stomach, but there was 0% alcohol absorbed into his blood.


I thought I had solved the case. As Lance didn’t know Frank’s trip had been canceled, he went to the Shefers’ house. He must have thought only Barbra was there, but to his surprise, he must have encountered Frank. As Frank had assigned a private detective to follow his wife, he must have known about their affair. He must have forced Lance to drink great amounts of brandy with the funnel and the hose to make people believe he was drunk and the reason why he had gone into the river.





You will have to look for 6 bags that contain 1 question each about Nathaniel Hawthorne’s biography. They are all around 6, 7, 8 and 9 grades section. You will have 40 minutes to do this task.

Below you will find clues to find the envelopes with the questions. Open the envelopes and take out the questions. Copy them. Put back the questions in the bags as soon as you finish.

Clue 1

This object symbolizes life and purity.

Clue 2

This object symbolizes a tree that supports a heavy weight.

Clue 3

This object is of a color that symbolizes illness or decay, like the teeth when not cared or the sheets of a book that is old.

Clue 4

This object is of a color that symbolizes the season of Spring.

Clue 5

This object is far away from the classroom. Its color symbolizes peace universally.

Clue 6

This object symbolizes a journey. Depending on its direction, it may have a positive or a negative journey.


Hi grade 9 ladies,


Here’s the PDF file for adjectives and adverbs.

adjectives and adverbs exercises

Here also the answers for the questions we worked in class.




  1. The sentence The food smells well, has a mistake.


True. Adverbs are not used with non-action verbs such as smell, taste, look and others.


  1. Adverbs only describe verbs.


False. Adverbs also describe adjectives and other adverbs. For example: She is extremely (adverb) smart (adjective). She sings incredibly (adverb) well (adverb).


  1. All adverbs are formed by adding the prefix -ly to adjectives.


False. Some adverbs are irregular, for example: good – well; fast – fast; hard – hard. Also, this is only true for adverbs of manner. Adverbs of frequency are not formed from adjectives.


  1. In the sentence Her father speaks slow, slow is working as an adjective.


False. Even though slow is spelled as an adjective, it is working as an adverb because it is describing the verb. “Slow”, as other adverbs/adjectives, can be spelled with or without the suffix -ly.


  1. The sentence The book is bored, is incorrect.


True. You use past participle adjectives to describe how a person feels. A book is not a person.


Topics Term exam grade 9

Hi Ladies,


Here are the topics you should study for the term exam.

  • American Romanticism
  • Rip Van winkle
  • Conditionals


Hi dear grade 9,

Here is the PDF file with complete explanations for embedded questions.



Hi dear grade 9


This is some practice for the test of tomorrow.


Decide whether the following statements are true or false and explain your choice.


1. The embedded question “Can you tell me if Catalina is here.” is correct.

2. In the embedded question “How do you know where is Carlos?” there is no mistake.

3. Embedded questions are used to ask a question politely.

4. In embedded questions we change tenses, pronouns and possessives.

5. The embedded question “I want to know why to take the test.” is correct.

You will answer questions as follows.






Dear grade 9,

Here you will find a PDF file that you can use to study for the test on Friday 28.



Hi grade 9 ladies,


Here I’m leaving a summary for the topic of embedded questions. It will serve to study for the formal test next week.




They were taken from Focus on Grammar 4. All Rights Reserved

The Minister’s Black Veil Questions

Hi dear 9B.

Here are a few questions to help you be prepared for the test.

1.  What does the word throng  mean in the sentence: When the throng had mostly streamed into the porch, the sexton began to toll the bell, keeping his eye on the Reverend Mr. Hooper?s door? Explain how you guess this meaning.

2. What does the word bachelor mean in the sentence: Mr. Hooper, a gentlemanly person of about thirty, though still a bachelor, was dressed with due clerical neatness, as if a careful wife had starched his band, and brushed the weekly dust from his Sunday?s garb? Explain how you guess this meaning.

3.  What does the word Swathed mean in the sentence: Swathed about his forehead, and hanging down over his face, so low as to be shaken by his breath, Mr. Hooper had on a black veil? Explain how you guess this meaning.

4. How would you interpret this scene between Mr. Hooper and the corpse?


The afternoon service was attended with similar circumstances. At its conclusion, the bell tolled for the funeral of a young lady. The relatives and friends were assembled in the house, and the more distant acquaintances stood about the door, speaking of the good qualities of the deceased, when their talk was interrupted by the appearance of Mr. Hooper, still covered with his black veil. It was now an appropriate emblem. The clergyman stepped into the room where the corpse was laid, and bent over the coffin, to take a last farewell of his deceased parishioner. As he stooped, the veil hung straight down from his forehead, so that, if her eyelids had not been closed forever, the dead maiden might have seen his face. Could Mr. Hooper be fearful of her glance, that he so hastily caught back the black veil? A person, who watched the interview between the dead and living, scrupled not to affirm, that, at the instant when the clergyman’s features were disclosed, the corpse had slightly shuddered, rustling the shroud and muslin cap, though the countenance retained the composure of death.

5. What flaws in the community might Hawthorne be pointing out by mentioning the supersticious old woman?

6. What does the snatching away of the veil symbolize in the context?

7. Read this fragment

“Why do you look back?” said one in the procession to his partner.
“I had a fancy,” replied she, “that the minister and the maiden’s spirit were walking hand in hand.”
“And so had I, at the same moment,” said the other.

What might this vision of the minister and the maiden’s spirit symbolize?

8. Why does Mr. Hooper run away from the wedding reception? What does the narrator mean when he says “For the Earth, too, had on her Black Veil”?

9. Whay doesn’t anyone ask Mr. Hooper directly why he wears the veil?

10. The deputation defers the matter to the synod not because it is “too weighty” but because they see Hooper’s veil as a “symbol of a fearful secret between him and them.” What do you think this secret might be, based on the story so far?

11. Why does Elizabeth say he should remove the veil?



Dear 9A,

Below, you will find a list with words and the people responsible to look up their meanings. All of these words are found in “The Fall of the House of Usher”. Each person must also write a sentence that shows how the word can be used in context.

Below the names and words, you will find the full text of the story. Use the function ctrl + F to find the word where it is used.


You must follow this pattern.

Word: (POS) definition, synonym (if there is one)

Sentence in context.


Aponte Aparicio, Maria Valentina Tattered
Avella Villate, Laura Cristina Countenance
Beltran Garcia, Maria Camila Solace
Cediel Ramos, Laura Emaciated
Delgado Murillo, Laura Liliana Husky
Gaviria Escobar, Laura Clangour
Gomez Bracho, Anamaria Inordinate
Gonzalez Rodriguez, Diana Lucia Sulfureous
Mantilla Sanchez, Daniela Sofia Sentience
Mateus Lopez, Valentina dungeon-keep
Muñoz Giraldo, Natalia Incubus
Olarte Espitia, Julieta Demeanor
Quintero Latorre, Maria Paula Potency
Visbal Guerrero, Mariana Ennuyé
Zuñiga Cano, María José Vivacious

The Fall of the House of Usher
Edgar Allan Poe

Son cœur est un luth suspendu;
Sitôt qu’on le touche il résonne.1

—De Béranger

During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was—but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasurable, because poetic, sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible. I looked upon the scene before me—upon the mere house, and the simple landscape features of the domain—upon the bleak walls—upon the vacant eyelike windows—upon a few rank sedges—and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees—with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the afterdream of the reveler upon opium—the bitter lapse into everyday life—the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart—an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it—I paused to think—what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House of Usher? It was a mystery all insoluble; nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion, that while, beyond doubt, there are combinations of very simple natural objects which have the power of thus affecting us, still the analysis of this power lies among considerations beyond our depth. It was possible, I reflected, that a mere different arrangement of the particulars of the scene, of the details of the picture, would be sufficient to modify, or perhaps to annihilate its capacity for sorrowful impression; and, acting upon this idea, I reined my horse to the precipitous brink of a black and lurid tarn that lay in unruffled luster by the dwelling, and gazed down—but with a shudder even more thrilling than before—upon the remodeled and inverted images of the gray sedge, and the ghastly tree stems, and the vacant and eyelike windows.

Nevertheless, in this mansion of gloom I now proposed to myself a sojourn of some weeks. Its proprietor, Roderick Usher, had been one of my boon companions in boyhood; but many years had elapsed since our last meeting. A letter, however, had lately reached me in a distant part of the country—a letter from him—which, in its wildly importunate nature, had admitted of no other than a personal reply. The MS. gave evidence of nervous agitation. The writer spoke of acute bodily illness—of a mental disorder which oppressed him—and of an earnest desire to see me, as his best, and indeed his only personal friend, with a view of attempting, by the cheerfulness of my society, some alleviation of his malady. It was the manner in which all this, and much more, was said—it was the apparent heart that went with his request—which allowed me no room for hesitation; and I accordingly obeyed forthwith what I still considered a very singular summons.

Although, as boys, we had been even intimate associates, yet I really knew little of my friend. His reserve had been always excessive and habitual. I was aware, however, that his very ancient family had been noted, time out of mind, for a peculiar sensibility of temperament, displaying itself, through long ages, in many works of exalted art, and manifested, of late, in repeated deeds of munificent yet unobtrusive charity, as well as in a passionate devotion to the intricacies, perhaps even more than to the orthodox and easily recognizable beauties, of musical science. I had learned, too, the very remarkable fact, that the stem of the Usher race, all time-honored as it was, had put forth, at no period, any enduring branch; in other words, that the entire family lay in the direct line of descent, and had always, with very trifling and very temporary variation, so lain. It was this deficiency, I considered, while running over in thought the perfect keeping of the character of the premises with the accredited character of the people, and while speculating upon the possible influence which the one, in the long lapse of centuries, might have exercised upon the other—it was this deficiency, perhaps, of collateral issue, and the consequent undeviating transmission, from sire to son, of the patrimony with the name, which had, at length, so identified the two as to merge the original title of the estate in the quaint and equivocal appellation of the “House of Usher”—an appellation which seemed to include, in the minds of the peasantry who used it, both the family and the family mansion.

I have said that the sole effect of my somewhat childish experiment—that of looking down within the tarn—had been to deepen the first singular impression. There can be no doubt that the consciousness of the rapid increase of my superstition—for why should I not so term it?—served mainly to accelerate the increase itself. Such, I have long known, is the paradoxical law of all sentiments having terror as a basis. And it might have been for this reason only, that, when I again uplifted my eyes to the house itself, from its image in the pool, there grew in my mind a strange fancy—a fancy so ridiculous, indeed, that I but mention it to show the vivid force of the sensations which oppressed me. I had so worked upon my imagination as really to believe that about the whole mansion and domain there hung an atmosphere peculiar to themselves and their immediate vicinity—an atmosphere which had no affinity with the air of heaven, but which had reeked up from the decayed trees, and the gray wall and the silent tarn—a pestilent and mystic vapor, dull, sluggish, faintly discernible, and leaden-hued.

Shaking off from my spirit what must have been a dream, I scanned more narrowly the real aspect of the building. Its principal feature seemed to be that of an excessive antiquity. The discoloration of ages had been great. Minute fungi overspread the whole exterior, hanging in a fine tangled webwork from the eaves. Yet all this was apart from any extraordinary dilapidation. No portion of the masonry had fallen; and there appeared to be a wild inconsistency between its still perfect adaptation of parts, and the crumbling condition of the individual stones. In this there was much that reminded me of the specious totality of old woodwork which has rotted for long years in some neglected vault, with no disturbance from the breath of the external air. Beyond this indication of extensive decay, however, the fabric gave little token of instability. Perhaps the eye of a scrutinizing observer might have discovered a barely perceptible fissure, which, extending from the roof of the building in front, made its way down the wall in a zigzag direction, until it became lost in the sullen waters of the tarn.

Noticing these things, I rode over a short causeway to the house. A servant-in-waiting took my horse, and I entered the Gothic archway of the hall. A valet, of stealthy step, thence conducted me, in silence, through many dark and intricate passages in my progress to the studio of his master. Much that I encountered on the way contributed, I know not how, to heighten the vague sentiments of which I have already spoken. While the objects around me—while the carvings of the ceilings, the somber tapestries of the walls, the ebon blackness of the floors, and the phantasmagoric armorial trophies which rattled as I strode, were but matters to which, or to such as which, I had been accustomed from my infancy—while I hesitated not to acknowledge how familiar was all this—I still wondered to find how unfamiliar were the fancies which ordinary images were stirring up. On one of the staircases, I met the physician of the family. His countenance, I thought, wore a mingled expression of low cunning and perplexity. He accosted me with trepidation and passed on. The valet now threw open a door and ushered me into the presence of his master.

The room in which I found myself was very large and lofty. The windows were long, narrow, and pointed, and at so vast a distance from the black oaken floor as to be altogether inaccessible from within. Feeble gleams of encrimsoned light made their way through the trellised panes, and served to render sufficiently distinct the more prominent objects around; the eye, however, struggled in vain to reach the remoter angles of the chamber, or the recesses of the vaulted and fretted ceiling. Dark draperies hung upon the walls. The general furniture was profuse , comfortless, antique, and tattered. Many books and musical instruments lay scattered about, but failed to give any vitality to the scene. I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow. An air of stern, deep, and irredeemable gloom hung over and pervaded all.

Upon my entrance, Usher arose from a sofa on which he had been lying at full length, and greeted me with a vivacious warmth which had much in it, I at first thought, of an overdone cordiality—of the constrained effort of the ennuyé man of the world. A glance, however, at his countenance, convinced me of his perfect sincerity. We sat down; and for some moments, while he spoke not, I gazed upon him with a feeling half of pity, half of awe. Surely, man had never before so terribly altered, in so brief a period, as had Roderick Usher! It was with difficulty that I could bring myself to admit the identity of the wan being before me with the companion of my early boyhood. Yet the character of his face had been at all times remarkable. A cadaverousness of complexion; an eye large, liquid, and luminous beyond comparison; lips somewhat thin and very pallid, but of a surpassingly beautiful curve; a nose of a delicate Hebrew model, but with a breadth of nostril unusual in similar formations; a finely molded chin, speaking, in its want of prominence, of a want of moral energy; hair of a more than web like softness and tenuity; these features, with an inordinate expansion above the regions of the temple, made up altogether a countenance not easily to be forgotten. And now in the mere exaggeration of the prevailing character of these features, and of the expression they were wont to convey, lay so much of change that I doubted to whom I spoke. The now ghastly pallor of the skin, and the now miraculous luster of the eye, above all things startled and even awed me. The silken hair, too, had been suffered to grow all unheeded, and as, in its wild gossamer texture, it floated rather than fell about the face, I could not, even with effort, connect its arabesque expression with any idea of simple humanity.

In the manner of my friend I was at once struck with an incoherence—an inconsistency; and I soon found this to arise from a series of feeble and futile struggles to overcome an habitual trepidancy—an excessive nervous agitation. For something of this nature I had indeed been prepared, no less by his letter, than by reminiscences of certain boyish traits, and by conclusions deduced from his peculiar physical conformation and temperament. His action was alternately vivacious and sullen. His voice varied rapidly from a tremulous indecision (when the animal spirits seemed utterly in abeyance) to that species of energetic concision—that abrupt, weighty, unhurried, and hollow-sounding enunciation—that leaden, self-balanced and perfectly modulated guttural utterance, which may be observed in the lost drunkard, or the irreclaimable eater of opium, during the periods of his most intense excitement.

It was thus that he spoke of the object of my visit, of his earnest desire to see me, and of the solace he expected me to afford him. He entered, at some length, into what he conceived to be the nature of his malady. It was, he said, a constitutional and a family evil, and one for which he despaired to find a remedy—a mere nervous affection, he immediately added, which would undoubtedly soon pass. It displayed itself in a host of unnatural sensations. Some of these, as he detailed them, interested and bewildered me; although, perhaps, the terms, and the general manner of the narration had their weight. He suffered much from a morbid acuteness of the senses; the most insipid food was alone endurable; he could wear only garments of certain texture; the odors of all flowers were oppressive; his eyes were tortured by even a faint light; and there were but peculiar sounds, and these from stringed instruments, which did not inspire him with horror.

To an anomalous species of terror I found him a bounden slave. “I shall perish,” said he, “I must perish in this deplorable folly. Thus, thus, and not otherwise, shall I be lost. I dread the events of the future, not in themselves, but in their results. I shudder at the thought of any, even the most trivial, incident, which may operate upon this intolerable agitation of soul. I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect—in terror. In this unnerved—in this pitiable condition—I feel that the period will sooner or later arrive when I must abandon life and reason together, in some struggle with the grim phantasm, FEAR.”

I learned, moreover, at intervals, and through broken and equivocal hints, another singular feature of his mental condition. He was enchained by certain superstitious impressions in regard to the dwelling which he tenanted, and whence, for many years, he had never ventured forth—in regard to an influence whose supposititious force was conveyed in terms too shadowy here to be restated—an influence which some peculiarities in the mere form and substance of his family mansion, had, by dint of long sufferance, he said, obtained over his spirit—an effect which the physique of the gray walls and turrets, and of the dim tarn into which they all looked down, had, at length, brought about upon the morale of his existence.

He admitted, however, although with hesitation, that much of the peculiar gloom which thus afflicted him could be traced to a more natural and far more palpable origin—to the severe and long-continued illness—indeed to the evidently approaching dissolution—of a tenderly beloved sister—his sole companion for long years—his last and only relative on earth. “Her decease,” he said, with a bitterness which I can never forget, “would leave him (him the hopeless and the frail) the last of the ancient race of the Ushers.” While he spoke, the lady Madeline (for so was she called) passed slowly through a remote portion of the apartment, and, without having noticed my presence, disappeared. I regarded her with an utter astonishment not unmingled with dread—and yet I found it impossible to account for such feelings. A sensation of stupor oppressed me, as my eyes followed her retreating steps. When a door, at length, closed upon her, my glance sought instinctively and eagerly the countenance of the brother—but he had buried his face in his hands, and I could only perceive that a far more than ordinary wanness had overspread the emaciated fingers through which trickled many passionate tears.

The disease of the lady Madeline had long baffled the skill of her physicians. A settled apathy, a gradual wasting away of the person, and frequent although transient affections of a partially cataleptical character, were the unusual diagnosis. Hitherto she had steadily borne up against the pressure of her malady, and had not betaken herself finally to bed; but, on the closing in of the evening of my arrival at the house, she succumbed (as her brother told me at night with inexpressible agitation) to the prostrating power of the destroyer; and I learned that the glimpse I had obtained of her person would thus probably be the last I should obtain—that the lady, at least while living, would be seen by me no more.

For several days ensuing, her name was unmentioned by either Usher or myself: And during this period I was busied in earnest endeavors to alleviate the melancholy of my friend. We painted and read together; or I listened, as if in a dream, to the wild improvisations of his speaking guitar. And thus, as a closer and still closer intimacy admitted me more unreservedly into the recesses of his spirit, the more bitterly did I perceive the futility of all attempt at cheering a mind from which darkness, as if an inherent positive quality, poured forth upon all objects of the moral and physical universe, in one unceasing radiation of gloom.

I shall ever bear about me a memory of the many solemn hours I thus spent alone with the master of the House of Usher. Yet I should fail in any attempt to convey an idea of the exact character of the studies, or of the occupations, in which he involved me, or led me the way. An excited and highly distempered ideality threw a sulfureous luster over all. His long improvised dirges will ring forever in my ears. Among other things, I hold painfully in mind a certain singular perversion and amplification of the wild air of the last waltz of Von Weber. From the paintings over which his elaborate fancy brooded, and which grew, touch by touch, into vaguenesses at which I shuddered the more thrillingly, because I shuddered knowing not why—from these paintings (vivid as their images now are before me) I would in vain endeavor to educe more than a small portion which should lie within the compass of merely written words. By the utter simplicity, by the nakedness of his designs, he arrested and overawed attention. If ever mortal painted an idea, that mortal was Roderick Usher. For me at least—in the circumstances then surrounding me—there arose out of the pure abstractions which the hypochondriac contrived to throw upon his canvas, an intensity of intolerable awe, no shadow of which felt I ever yet in the contemplation of the certainly glowing yet too concrete reveries of Fuseli.

One of the phantasmagoric conceptions of my friend, partaking not so rigidly of the spirit of abstraction, may be shadowed forth, although feebly, in words. A small picture presented the interior of an immensely long and rectangular vault or tunnel, with low walls, smooth, white, and without interruption or device. Certain accessory points of the design served well to convey the idea that this excavation lay at an exceeding depth below the surface of the earth. No outlet was observed in any portion of its vast extent, and no torch, or other artificial source of light was discernible; yet a flood of intense rays rolled throughout, and bathed the whole in a ghastly and inappropriate splendor.

I have just spoken of that morbid condition of the auditory nerve which rendered all music intolerable to the sufferer with the exception of certain effects of stringed instruments. It was, perhaps, the narrow limits to which he thus confined himself upon the guitar, which gave birth, in great measure, to the fantastic character of his performances. But the fervid facility of his impromptus could not be so accounted for. They must have been, and were, in the notes, as well as in the words of his wild fantasias (for he not unfrequently accompanied himself with rhymed verbal improvisations), the result of that intense mental collectedness and concentration to which I have previously alluded as observable only in the moments of the highest artificial excitement. The words of one of these rhapsodies I have easily remembered. I was, perhaps, the more forcibly impressed with it, as he gave it, because, in the under or mystic current of its meaning, I fancied that I perceived, and for the first time, a full consciousness on the part of Usher, of the tottering of his lofty reason upon her throne. The verses, which were entitled “The Haunted Palace,” ran very nearly, if not accurately, thus:

In the greenest of our valleys,
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace—
Radiant palace—reared its head.
In the monarch Thought’s dominion—
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair.
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow;
(This—all this—was in the olden
Time long ago)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odor went away.
Wanderers in that happy valley
Through two luminous windows saw
Spirits moving musically
To a lute’s well-tunéd law,
Round about a throne, where sitting
In state his glory well befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.

And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.
But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch’s high estate;
(Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him, desolate!)
And, round about his home, the glory
That blushed and bloomed
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.

And travelers now within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows, see
Vast forms that move fantastically
To a discordant melody;
While, like a rapid ghastly river,
Through the pale door,
A hideous throng rush out forever,
And laugh—but smile no more.

I well remember that suggestions arising from this ballad led us into a train of thought wherein there became manifest an opinion of Usher’s which I mention not so much on account of its novelty (for other men have thought thus), as on account of the pertinacity with which he maintained it. This opinion, in its general form, was that of the sentience of all vegetable things. But, in his disordered fancy, the idea had assumed a more daring character, and trespassed, under certain conditions, upon the kingdom of inorganization. I lack words to express the full extent, or the earnest abandon of his persuasion. The belief, however, was connected (as I have previously hinted) with the gray stones of the home of his forefathers. The conditions of the sentience had been here, he imagined, fulfilled in the method of collocation of these stones—in the order of their arrangement, as well as in that of the many fungi which overspread them, and of the decayed trees which stood around—above all, in the long undisturbed endurance of this arrangement, and in its reduplication in the still waters of the tarn. Its evidence—the evidence of the sentience—was to be seen, he said (and I here started as he spoke), in the gradual yet certain condensation of an atmosphere of their own about the waters and the walls. The result was discoverable, he added, in that silent, yet importunate and terrible influence which for centuries had molded the destinies of his family, and which made him what I now saw him—what he was. Such opinions need no comment, and I will make none.

Our books—the books which, for years, had formed no small portion of the mental existence of the invalid—were, as might be supposed, in strict keeping with this character of phantasm. We pored together over such works as the Ververt et Chartreuse of Gresset; the Belphegor of Machiavelli; the Heaven and Hell of Swedenborg; The Subterranean Voyage of Nicholas Klimm by Holberg; the Chiromancy of Robert Flud, of Jean D’Indaginé, and of De la Chambre; the Journey into the Blue Distance of Tieck; and The City of the Sun of Campanella. One favorite volume was a small octavo edition of the Directorium Inquisitorum, by the Dominican Eymeric de Gironne; and there were passages in Pomponius Mela, about the old African Satyrs and Ægipans, over which Usher would sit dreaming for hours. His chief delight, however, was found in the perusal of an exceedingly rare and curious book in quarto Gothic—the manual of a forgotten church—the Vigiliae Mortuorum secundum Chorum Ecclesiae Maguntinae.

I could not help thinking of the wild ritual of this work, and of its probable influence upon the hypochondriac, when, one evening, having informed me abruptly that the lady Madeline was no more, he stated his intention of preserving her corpse for a fortnight (previously to its final interment), in one of the numerous vaults within the main walls of the building. The worldly reason, however, assigned for this singular proceeding, was one which I did not feel at liberty to dispute. The brother had been led to his resolution (so he told me) by consideration of the unusual character of the malady of the deceased, of certain obtrusive and eager inquiries on the part of her medical men, and of the remote and exposed situation of the burial ground of the family. I will not deny that when I called to mind the sinister countenance of the person whom I met upon the staircase, on the day of my arrival at the house, I had no desire to oppose what I regarded as at best but a harmless, and by no means an unnatural, precaution.

At the request of Usher, I personally aided him in the arrangements for the temporary entombment. The body having been encoffined, we two alone bore it to its rest. The vault in which we placed it (and which had been so long unopened that our torches, half smothered in its oppressive atmosphere, gave us little opportunity for investigation) was small, damp, and entirely without means of admission for light; lying, at great depth, immediately beneath that portion of the building in which was my own sleeping apartment. It had been used, apparently, in remote feudal times, for the worst purposes of a dungeon-keep, and, in later days, as a place of deposit for powder, or some other highly combustible substance, as a portion of its floor, and the whole interior of a long archway through which we reached it, were carefully sheathed with copper. The door, of massive iron, had been, also, similarly protected. Its immense weight caused an unusually sharp grating sound, as it moved upon its hinges.

Having deposited our mournful burden upon tressels within this region of horror, we partially turned aside the yet unscrewed lid of the coffin, and looked upon the face of the tenant. A striking similitude between the brother and sister now first arrested my attention; and Usher, divining, perhaps, my thoughts, murmured out some few words from which I learned that the deceased and himself had been twins, and that sympathies of a scarcely intelligible nature had always existed between them. Our glances, however, rested not long upon the dead—for we could not regard her unawed. The disease which had thus entombed the lady in the maturity of youth, had left, as usual in all maladies of a strictly cataleptical character, the mockery of a faint blush upon the bosom and the face, and that suspiciously lingering smile upon the lip which is so terrible in death. We replaced and screwed down the lid, and, having secured the door of iron, made our way, with toil, into the scarcely less gloomy apartments of the upper portion of the house.

And now, some days of bitter grief having elapsed, an observable change came over the features of the mental disorder of my friend. His ordinary manner had vanished. His ordinary occupations were neglected or forgotten. He roamed from chamber to chamber with hurried, unequal, and objectless step. The pallor of his countenance had assumed, if possible, a more ghastly hue—but the luminousness of his eye had utterly gone out. The once occasional huskiness of his tone was heard no more; and a tremulous quaver, as if of extreme terror, habitually characterized his utterance. There were times, indeed, when I thought his unceasingly agitated mind was laboring with some oppressive secret, to divulge which he struggled for the necessary courage. At times, again, I was obliged to resolve all into the mere inexplicable vagaries of madness, for I beheld him gazing upon vacancy for long hours, in an attitude of the profoundest attention, as if listening to some imaginary sound. It was no wonder that his condition terrified—that it infected me. I felt creeping upon me, by slow yet certain degrees, the wild influences of his own fantastic yet impressive superstitions.

It was, especially, upon retiring to bed late in the night of the seventh or eighth day after the placing of the lady Madeline within the dungeon, that I experienced the full power of such feelings. Sleep came not near my couch—while the hours waned and waned away. I struggled to reason off the nervousness which had dominion over me. I endeavored to believe that much, if not all of what I felt, was due to the bewildering influence of the gloomy furniture of the room—of the dark and tattered draperies, which, tortured into motion by the breath of a rising tempest, swayed fitfully to and fro upon the walls, and rustled uneasily about the decorations of the bed. But my efforts were fruitless. An irrepressible tremor gradually pervaded my frame; and, at length, there sat upon my very heart an incubus of utterly causeless alarm. Shaking this off with a gasp and a struggle, I uplifted myself upon the pillows, and, peering earnestly within the intense darkness of the chamber, harkened—I know not why, except that an instinctive spirit prompted me—to certain low and indefinite sounds which came, through the pauses of the storm, at long intervals, I knew not whence. Overpowered by an intense sentiment of horror, unaccountable yet unendurable, I threw on my clothes with haste (for I felt that I should sleep no more during the night), and endeavored to arouse myself from the pitiable condition into which I had fallen, by pacing rapidly to and fro through the apartment.

I had taken but few turns in this manner, when a light step on an adjoining staircase arrested my attention. I presently recognized it as that of Usher. In an instant afterward he rapped, with a gentle touch, at my door, and entered, bearing a lamp. His countenance was, as usual, cadaverously wan—but, moreover, there was a species of mad hilarity in his eyes—an evidently restrained hysteria in his whole demeanor. His air appalled me—but anything was preferable to the solitude which I had so long endured, and I even welcomed his presence as a relief.

“And you have not seen it?” he said abruptly, after having stared about him for some moments in silence—“you have not then seen it?—but, stay! you shall.” Thus speaking, and having carefully shaded his lamp, he hurried to one of the casements, and threw it freely open to the storm.

The impetuous fury of the entering gust nearly lifted us from our feet. It was, indeed, a tempestuous yet sternly beautiful night, and one wildly singular in its terror and its beauty. A whirlwind had apparently collected its force in our vicinity; for there were frequent and violent alterations in the direction of the wind; and the exceeding density of the clouds (which hung so low as to press upon the turrets of the house) did not prevent our perceiving the lifelike velocity with which they flew careering from all points against each other, without passing away into the distance. I say that even their exceeding density did not prevent our perceiving this—yet we had no glimpse of the moon or stars—nor was there any flashing forth of the lightning. But the under surfaces of the huge masses of agitated vapor, as well as all terrestrial objects immediately around us, were glowing in the unnatural light of a faintly luminous and distinctly visible gaseous exhalation which hung about and enshrouded the mansion.

“You must not—you shall not behold this!” said I, shudderingly, to Usher, as I led him, with a gentle violence, from the window to a seat. “These appearances, which bewilder you, are merely electrical phenomena not uncommon—or it may be that they have their ghastly origin in the rank miasma of the tarn. Let us close this casement—the air is chilling and dangerous to your frame. Here is one of your favorite romances. I will read, and you shall listen;—and so we will pass away this terrible night together.”

The antique volume which I had taken up was the Mad Trist of Sir Launcelot Canning; but I had called it a favorite of Usher’s more in sad jest than in earnest; for, in truth, there is little in its uncouth and unimaginative prolixity which could have had interest for the lofty and spiritual ideality of my friend. It was, however, the only book immediately at hand; and I indulged a vague hope that the excitement which now agitated the hypochondriac, might find relief (for the history of mental disorder is full of similar anomalies) even in the extremeness of the folly which I should read. Could I have judged, indeed, by the wild overstrained air of vivacity with which he harkened, or apparently harkened, to the words of the tale, I might well have congratulated myself upon the success of my design.

I had arrived at that well-known portion of the story where Ethelred, the hero of the Trist, having sought in vain for peaceable admission into the dwelling of the hermit, proceeds to make good an entrance by force. Here, it will be remembered, the words of the narrative run thus:

“And Ethelred, who was by nature of a doughty heart, and who was now mighty withal, on account of the powerfulness of the wine which he had drunken, waited no longer to hold parley with the hermit, who, in sooth, was of an obstinate and maliceful turn, but, feeling the rain upon his shoulders, and fearing the rising of the tempest, uplifted his mace outright, and, with blows, made quickly room in the plankings of the door for his gauntleted hand; and now pulling therewith sturdily, he so cracked, and ripped, and tore all asunder, that the noise of the dry and hollow-sounding wood alarumed and reverberated throughout the forest.”

At the termination of this sentence I started, and for a moment, paused; for it appeared to me (although I at once concluded that my excited fancy had deceived me)—it appeared to me that, from some very remote portion of the mansion, there came, indistinctly, to my ears, what might have been, in its exact similarity of character, the echo (but a stifled and dull one certainly) of the very cracking and ripping sound which Sir Launcelot had so particularly described. It was, beyond doubt, the coincidence alone which had arrested my attention; for, amid the rattling of the sashes of the casements, and the ordinary commingled noises of the still increasing storm, the sound, in itself, had nothing, surely, which should have interested or disturbed me. I continued the story:

“But the good champion Ethelred, now entering within the door, was sore enraged and amazed to perceive no signal of the maliceful hermit; but, in the stead thereof, a dragon of a scaly and prodigious demeanor, and of a fiery tongue, which sate in guard before a palace of gold, with a floor of silver; and upon the wall there hung a shield of shining brass with this legend enwritten—

Who entereth herein, a conqueror hath bin;
Who slayeth the dragon, the shield he shall win;

And Ethelred uplifted his mace, and struck upon the head of the dragon, which fell before him, and gave up his pesty breath, with a shriek so horrid and harsh, and withal so piercing, that Ethelred had fain to close his ears with his hands against the dreadful noise of it, the like whereof was never before heard.”

Here again I paused abruptly, and now with a feeling of wild amazement—for there could be no doubt whatever that, in this instance, I did actually hear (although from what direction it proceeded I found it impossible to say) a low and apparently distant, but harsh, protracted, and most unusual screaming or grating sound—the exact counterpart of what my fancy had already conjured up for the dragon’s unnatural shriek as described by the romancer.

Oppressed, as I certainly was, upon the occurrence of this second and most extraordinary coincidence, by a thousand conflicting sensations, in which wonder and extreme terror were predominant, I still retained sufficient presence of mind to avoid exciting, by any observation, the sensitive nervousness of my companion. I was by no means certain that he had noticed the sounds in question; although, assuredly, a strange alteration had, during the last few minutes, taken place in his demeanor. From a position fronting my own, he had gradually brought round his chair, so as to sit with his face to the door of the chamber; and thus I could but partially perceive his features, although I saw that his lips trembled as if he were murmuring inaudibly. His head had dropped upon his breast—yet I knew that he was not asleep, from the wide and rigid opening of the eye as I caught a glance of it in profile. The motion of his body, too, was at variance with this idea—for he rocked from side to side with a gentle yet constant and uniform sway. Having rapidly taken notice of all this, I resumed the narrative of Sir Launcelot, which thus proceeded:

No sooner had these syllables passed my lips, than—as if a shield of brass had indeed, at the moment, fallen heavily upon a floor of silver—I became aware of a distinct, hollow, metallic, and clangorous, yet apparently muffled reverberation. Completely unnerved, I leaped to my feet; but the measured rocking movement of Usher was undisturbed. I rushed to the chair in which he sat. His eyes were bent fixedly before him, and throughout his whole countenance there reigned a stony rigidity. But, as I placed my hand upon his shoulder, there came a strong shudder over his whole person; a sickly smile quivered about his lips; and I saw that he spoke in a low, hurried, and gibbering murmur, as if unconscious of my presence. Bending closely over him, I at length drank in the hideous import of his words.

“Not hear it?—yes, I hear it, and have heard it. Long—long—long—many minutes, many hours, many days, have I heard it—yet I dared not—oh, pity me, miserable wretch that I am!—I dared not—I dared not speak! We have put her living in the tomb! Said I not that my senses were acute? I now tell you that I heard her first feeble movements in the hollow coffin. I heard them—many, many days ago—yet I dared not—I dared not speak! And now—tonight—Ethelred—ha! ha!—the breaking of the hermit’s door, and the death cry of the dragon, and the clangor of the shield!—say, rather, the rending of her coffin, and the grating of the iron hinges of her prison, and her struggles within the coppered archway of the vault! Oh whither shall I fly? Will she not be here anon? Is she not hurrying to upbraid me for my haste? Have I not heard her footstep on the stair? Do I not distinguish that heavy and horrible beating of her heart? Madman!”—here he sprang furiously to his feet, and shrieked out his syllables, as if in the effort he were giving up his soul—“Madman! I tell you that she now stands without the door!”

As if in the superhuman energy of his utterance there had been found the potency of a spell—the huge antique panels to which the speaker pointed, threw slowly back, upon the instant, their ponderous and ebony jaws. It was the work of the rushing gust—but then without those doors there did stand the lofty and enshrouded figure of the lady Madeline of Usher. There was blood upon her white robes, and the evidence of some bitter struggle upon every portion of her emaciated frame. For a moment she remained trembling and reeling to and fro upon the threshold—then, with a low moaning cry, fell heavily inward upon the person of her brother, and in her violent and now final death agonies, bore him to the floor a corpse, and a victim to the terrors he had anticipated.

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. Suddenly there shot along the path a wild light, and I turned to see whence a gleam so unusual could have issued; for the vast house and its shadows were alone behind me. The radiance was that of the full, setting, and blood-red moon, which now shone vividly through that once barely discernible fissure, of which I have before spoken as extending from the roof of the building, in a zigzag direction, to the base. While I gazed, this fissure rapidly widened—there came a fierce breath of the whirlwind—the entire orb of the satellite burst at once upon my sight—my brain reeled as I saw the mighty walls rushing asunder—there was a long tumultuous shouting sound like the voice of a thousand waters—and the deep and dank tarn at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the “House of Usher.”


1. (T) The sentence is correct because it uses a transitive verb “teach” and expresses clearly who the agent is.
(F) because the agent is not necessary as we can tell that it is obvious that it is a teacher who teaches the class.

2. (F) The sentence is incorrect because the sentence is active; there is a verb in the past participle, but that is because the sentence is in present perfect. There is no verb TO BE and then the past participle.
3. (F) It can’t be changed to passive voice because the verb “sit” is an intransitive verb. It does not answer the questions “what” so the verb does not have an object.
4. (F) because the active sentence is in present perfect and the passive is in present progressive.
5. (F) It is in simple present because the verb TO BE (are) is in simple present. The verb TO BE determines the tense of passive sentences.


Decide whether the following statements are true or false. Explain your choice in the space provided. 

1. The sentence “The class was taught by the teacher.” is correct.

2. The sentence “They have sung many songs.” is in passive voice.

3. The sentence “She is sitting next to us.” can be changed to passive voice.

4. The sentence “People have played soccer for years.” can be transformed into passive voice “Soccer is being played for years.”

5. The sentence “We are observed by space civilizations.” is not in simple past.


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