During the whole of a dark,cloudy day near the end of theyear,I had been riding my horse along country roads with littlelife or beauty.When evening fell,I found myself within view ofthe House of Usher.I do not know why,but my first sight of itmade my heart heavy.I stopped my horse at the edge of the blackand quiet lake that lay beside the building.Looking down into thewater,I saw a reflection of the dark old house and the dying trees During the whole of a dark, cloudy day near the end of theyear, I had been riding my horse along country roads with littlelife or beauty.When evening fell, I found myself within view of the House of Usher.I do not know why, but my first sight of itmade my heart heavy.I stopped my horse at the edge of the black and quiet lake that lay beside the building.Looking down into thewater, I saw a reflection of the dark old house and the dying trees