The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3

By Edgar Allan Poe

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cold and fever were contracted, attended with
great determination of blood to the head. To relieve this, Dr. Templeton
resorted to topical bleeding. Leeches were applied to the temples. In
a fearfully brief period the patient died, when it appeared that in the
jar containing the leeches, had been introduced, by accident, one of
the venomous vermicular sangsues which are now and then found in the
neighboring ponds. This creature fastened itself upon a small artery in
the right temple. Its close resemblance to the medicinal leech caused
the mistake to be overlooked until too late.

“N. B. The poisonous sangsue of Charlottesville may always be
distinguished from the medicinal leech by its blackness, and especially
by its writhing or vermicular motions, which very nearly resemble those
of a snake.”

I was speaking with the editor of the paper in question, upon the
topic of this remarkable accident, when it occurred to me to ask how it
happened that the name of the deceased had been given as Bedlo.

“I presume,” I said, “you have authority for this spelling, but I have
always supposed the name to be written with an e at the end.”

“Authority?--no,” he replied. “It is a mere typographical error. The
name is Bedlo with an e, all the world over, and I never knew it to be
spelt otherwise in my life.”

“Then,” said I mutteringly, as I turned upon my heel, “then indeed has
it come to pass that one truth is stranger than any fiction--for Bedloe,
without the e, what is it but Oldeb conversed! And this man tells me
that it is a typographical error.”


MANY years ago, it was the fashion to ridicule the idea of “love at
first sight;” but those who think, not less than those who feel deeply,
have always advocated its existence. Modern discoveries, indeed, in what
may be termed ethical magnetism or magnetoesthetics, render it probable
that the most natural, and, consequently, the truest and most intense
of the human affections are those which arise in the heart as if by
electric sympathy--in a word, that the brightest and most enduring
of the psychal fetters are those which are riveted by a glance. The
confession I am about to make will add another to the already almost
innumerable instances of the truth of the position.

My story requires that I should be somewhat minute. I am still a very
young man--not yet twenty-two years of age. My name, at present, is a
very usual and rather plebeian one--Simpson. I say “at present;” for it
is only lately that I have been so called--having

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