and part of a stout brick wall. Nor did an anything that had been alive come alive from the ruins.
A poet and a travellor, who came with the mighty crowd that sought the scene, tell odd stories. The poet says that all through the hours before dawn he beheld sordid ruins but indistinctly in the glare of the arc lights; that there loomed above the wreckage another picture wherein he could descry moonlight and fair houses and elms and oaks and maples of dignity. And the travellor declares that instead of the place's wonted stench there lingered a delicate fragrance as of roses in full bloom. But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellors notoriously false?
There be those who say that things and places have souls, and there be those who say they have not; I dare not say, myself, but I have told you of The Street.
************* ---Starting in the next issue--- Howard Phillips Lovecraft's
latest and greatest work--
"Facts Concerning the Late Arthur Jermyn
and his Family"
---in two parts---
Better than "Dagon".
