felt as if securing evidence against himself.  His natural thought would have been to cast from him, as far as possible, all that had held connection with his crime.  He would not only have fled from the wharf, but he would not have permitted the boat to remain.  Assuredly he would have cast it adrift.  Let us pursue our fancies. — In the morning, the wretch is stricken with unutterable horror at finding that the boat has been picked up and detained at a locality which he is in the daily habit of frequenting - at a locality, perhaps, which his duty compels him to frequent.  The next night, without daring to ask for the rudder, he removes it.  Now where is that rudderless boat?  Let it be one of our first purposes to discover.  With the first glimpse we obtain of it, the dawn of our success shall begin.  This boat shall guide us, with a rapidity which will surprise even ourselves, to him who employed it in the midnight of the fatal Sabbath.  Corroboration will rise upon corroboration, and the murderer will be traced.”

[For reasons which we shall not specify, but which to many readers will appear obvious, we have taken the liberty of here omitting, from the MSS. placed in our hands, such portion as details the following up of the apparently slight clew obtained by Dupin.  We feel it advisable only to state, in brief, that the result desired was brought to pass; and that the Prefect fulfilled punctually, although with reluctance, the terms of his compact with the Chevalier.  Mr. Poe’s article concludes with the following words. — Eds. {*23}]

It will be understood that I speak of coincidences and no more.  What I have said above upon this topic must suffice.  In my own heart there dwells no faith in præter-nature.  That Nature and its God are two, no man who thinks, will deny.  That the latter, creating the former, can, at will, control or modify it, is also unquestionable.  I say “at will;” for the question is of will, and not, as the insanity of logic has assumed, of power.  It is not that the Deity cannot modify his laws, but that we insult him in imagining a possible necessity for modification.  In their origin these laws were fashioned to embrace all contingencies which could lie in the Future.  With God all is Now.

I repeat, then, that I speak of these things only as of coincidences.  And farther:  in what I relate it will be seen that between the fate of the unhappy Mary Cecilia Rogers, so far as that fate is known, and the fate of one Marie Rogêt up to a certain epoch in her history, there has existed a parallel in the contemplation of whose wonderful exactitude the reason becomes embarrassed.  I say all this will be seen.  But let it not for a moment be supposed that, in proceeding with the sad narrative of Marie from the epoch just mentioned, and in tracing to its dénouement the mystery which enshrouded her, it is my covert design to hint at an extension of the parallel, or even to suggest that the measures adopted in Paris for the discovery of the assassin of a grisette, or measures founded in any similar ratiocination, would produce any similar result.