THE TELL-TALE HEART.                           BY EDGAR A. POE.                 Art is long and Time is fleeting,                         And our hearts, through stout and brave,                 Still, like muffled drums, are beating                         Funeral marches to the grave.        Longfellow. TRUE! — nervous — very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease […]