Graham's Magazine, Vol. XX, No. 5, May 1842

The Bride Centre Harbor, N. H. The Mask of the Red Death Procrastination The Chevalier Gluck The Late Sir David Wilkie Edith Pemberton Thoughts on Music Harry Cavendish Recollec...

But the Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless, and sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends f...

One morning Clifton entered the nursery, “Lucy,” he said; “my old classmate, and very dear friend Walter Eustace is in town. He came unexpectedly; his stay is short; I should li...

It was a clime where mortal form Hath never pressed the blasted soil— Where tempest-fires and surging storm Are struggling ever in their coil: A sunless clime, whose dreary nigh...

“Cursed Fate! Here is another octave-hunter!” I look up and perceive now for the first time that imperceptibly to me a man has taken a place at the same table, who is looking in...

Under the head of Painting, England undoubtedly at present stands considerably above any of the continental nations; but they surpass her perhaps in an equal degree, in the sist...

Had her nature been in the slightest degree tainted with selfishness, she might have reasonably murmured against the heavy burdens which were laid upon her at so early an age. B...

And what felt Edith at this meeting? She had lived on one sweet hope, and had borne absence, and sorrow, and the wasting of weary expectancy with the patience of a loving and tr...

“On yonder rock-bound coast, a fisherman was startled from his fireside by a signal of distress. He looked through the darkness and discovered a noble ship hastening toward a da...

At the New Year’s ball to which I have alluded, among other invited guests was a party that came over in an open boat from the opposite side of the Hudson, notwithstanding that...

The nights are o’er when, by the shore, We strayed—thy arm in mine, And our hearts were like the full cup ere The sparkle leaves the wine. But the sparkle flies, the cup is drai...