The Trial of the Saptarina Knight

Edgar Allan Poe was shaken from his sleep by the crew of a sloop near Richmond, Virginia. He had fallen into a trance while absent from home and could not remember how or why he died. The tortures endured were indubitably quite equal for the time to those of actual sepulchre. They were fearfully, they were inconceivably hideous, but out of evil proceeded good. For their very excess rot in my spirit and inevitable revulsion,My soul acquired stone, acquired temper. I discarded my medical books, buccum I burned, I read no night thoughts,. No fustion about churchyards, no boogable tales, such as this,