PE LIFE, CHARACTER AND THE Official Account of bts Jfatlj, bg bis 3Utcitimtg JOHN J. MORAN, M. D. WILLIAM F. BOOGHER, PUBLISHER 1331 F STREET, WASHINGTON, D. C. 1885. . ls<.~>; JOHN .1. MOKAX. M. I). -,-AfiiAB S Fiik PI; ix- ..I-- 1:1 i- i s n. i>\i:nv. s 230140 Jf . J PUBLISHETj BY W.F.BOOGHER. MRS. SAKAH K. SIIKLTON. OF UK II.MONI., VIKIilMA, TIHS LITTLE VOU MK 3i K S I !: (, T P U L L Y I) K DM A T 1-: I > p B Pft E jUT for the cruel aspersioji8U|)on the character and life of America s poetic genius, EDGAR ALLAN POB, this volume would have remained unwritten. KDUAR ALLAN POE has been more misunderstood v than any other poet of the recent past. While his life was beautiful and inspired, yet aspersed, his last moments had more of sublimity than those of any of his contem poraries. The author of gems so delicate as " Annabel Lee," "The Raven, and "Lenore/ while no less human and frail than others of his day, had a soul and heart that stamped him an offshoot of Divinity. In order that the story of POE S life and his last hours may be corrected and the truth made known, the following pages have been received from his learned physician, Dr John .1. Monin, who attended him in his last hours and who received from the expiring poet his dying declarations, with a brief history of his life. This full and complete statement will, for the first time, be given with the hope and belief of the publisher that the truth, so long delayed, will meet with sympathy and kind ness from an impartial and discerning public, will dis miss the false impressions that have been made upon the mind of his friends, will triumph over envy, error and falsehood, and the pure stream of POE S genius will flow on and on forever. ILLUSTRATIONS. FRONTISPIECE KDGAR ALLAN POE. THE HOSPITAL IN WHICH POE DIED, 19 THE RAVEN PERCHED ON THE BUST OF PALLAS, THE BELLS, .75 HL-L-HN Pee. ^HIRTY-FJVE years have elapsed since the death of EDGAR ALLAN Pot:. Much has been said and written in relation to this singular and most remarkable of all our poets, whose life has been an enig ma to the world and whose death a mystery. The nature of his disease and how he died, up to the present day, remains a matter of doubt except so far as have been gathered from a few brief voluntary publications made by his physician. The many false charges that have been made and published, and distorted accounts that have been re ceived as truth, have been translated into several languages: and, as Mrs. Whitman Has said, in her exceedingly clear and clever little work, Poe ami ///.s ( ritics, "for ten years the great wrong done to POE by his tirst biographer, Rufus W. (Iriswold, was suffered to pass by unchallenged and unrebuked." This was true to a great extent, yet there were found two gentlemen, one of whom 10 EDGAR ALLAN POE. knew him well, Mr. George E. Graham, of New York, and Mr. John H. Ingram, of London, who at a very early day after his death (Mr. Graham in 1850, and Mr. Ingram a few years later), wrote and published the most forcible defense that has yet been made, which with Mrs. Whitman s Poe und Iti* Crit- ics, have so uncovered the falsity of Griswold s account of FOE S life that few if any are now left to give it a place in their thoughts or memory. This defense, however, was too long delayed: the mind of the Kuropean world became impressed with the idea that the charges preferred by Griswold were true, as they remained unanswered. It was in 1ST;"), when efforts were being made by ladies and gentlemen of Baltimore City (MissS. S. Rice most prominent among the ladies) to procure a monument to FOE S memory, that I was called upon, for the first time since his death, to give the date of his de cease and the hour he died, as the monument was ready for the inscription. At the same time I was asked to give any incidents con nected with his death, that they might be used at the dedication. Thus twenty-six years after his death had passed ere I was EDGAR ALLAN POE. 11 called upon or questioned relative to the de ceased poet. Without vanity permit me to say I firmly believe that had they called upon me for statements as to when he died, I could have been instrumental in preventing his dear Muddied Mrs. Maria Clemm, and his dear affianced, Mrs. Shelton, his first love. his "Annabel Lee, 7 from the sore afflictions and trials and the heart-burnings that fell to their lot, and which in silence they en dured. His affianced, Mrs. Shelton, wrote to me four days after his death, inquiring par ticularly and specifically as to ho\v he died. the nature of his disease, and the cause. I at once replied, telling her exactly his con dition, giving direct answers to her several questions, and wrote that he was as well cared for and as tenderly and faithfully nursed as he could have been by his own dear friend: that he received every attention at the hands of one of the professors of the faculty, in connection with myself, and all had been done that was possible for his best good, and that I had sent the messages left for loving friends. In a tew days I received an answer reply ing in these words: 12 EDGAR ALLAN FOE. I>i;\i; Sn;: 1 must apoioui/.e to you for having addressed a ovntleman whom I had never seen and did not know. Mr. Poc was jnore to me than any other living l>eiu,n - , and I write to yon to learn from you, as hi> phvsieian. everv particular in regard to his illness, disease and death, and how lie died, whether conscious at anv lime previous to his demise or not. As a reason for desiring- to be well informed upon these points, she said that lli> enemy. hi> first biographer. IJev. Hufus \\ . (iriswold. had published in /A//yV/- .\ Monthly Mij^r.iiii an article relating to his death, which I knew to he untrue, and 1 wished to he- ahle publicly to denv the siine ovei 1 inv own signature. She Curt her states: 1 knew that M r. I 01: did not die drunk and t hat he was not a drunkard. She lilted me to <;vt tlie ina^axine and see the article for myself. I did so. The article ran thus: KIX.AI; ALLAN POM is dead. Thousands will hear of it. hut none- will regret it. He died in an unknown, out-of-the-way hospital in the city of Baltimore, in a lit of delirium trcmens, Her predictions were true to the letter, as you will learn further on in this memoir. His death occurred on October 7th, 184^. These letters were written, received, and an swered inside of three weeks after Iris death. This lady who took such interest in Mr. POE was his affianced the second time, and was living at her home in Richmond, Va., last June twelve months ago. I paid her a visit, EDGAR ALLAN POE, 13 the particulars of which will be found in this volume. Time speeds on and I repeat that thirty-five yA^i^Ji^w4^pi^^rl r ^.n/l at this Iflte Jjgriod I am invited and urged to make known the facts so long desired in reference to his death. I am grateful to a kind Pmvidi for having spared me to give the positive facts and unfold to the public mind much that has not been made known, and I hope to remove all doubt in respect to the uncertainty which has so long surrounded this part of POE S history and life. 1 now proclaim to the world that he has been shamefully abused and misrepresented, that the habit of intem perance, which to some extent did cling to him in his earlier history, did not continue with him in his more mature life, and that what I shall record, shall he a true, unvar nished story from personal intercourse for sixteen hours during his last illness, from his death-bed statements, from information re ceived elsewhere, and from near and dear friends, those who knew him and loved him. It was my sad duty as his physician to sit by his death-bed; to administer the cup of consolation ; to moisten his parched lips ; to wipe the cold death-dew from his brow; and 14 EDGAR ALLAN POE. to catch the last whispered articulations that tVIl from the lips of a being, the most re markable, perhaps, this country has ever known. Let me entreat your thoughtful attention, therefore, to a plain, unvarnished story of a checkered life, and the strange and melancholy events that darkened the last hours of a dying genius. There is no heart so dead to human sympathy as not to feel some dcgive of interest in the deceased poet, whose wonderful gifts have long been ac knowledged, not only in this country, but wherever polite literature is known, and in regard to whose death so many incredible stories have been told, and so many absurd and cruel misstatements have been made. Some, indeed, are left who feel for him in the highest degree. Some are not here, but elsewhere, who feel with an intensity un known to earth, but realized only in the bright realms above, where the father s prayer and the mother s tears have touched the Mighty Heart whose throbbings move the universe. It is proper that I should state that the work I have undertaken, at the earnest en treaties of his numerous friends, is not of my EDGAR ALLAN P( >K, 15 seeking, profoundly impressed as I have been by the conviction of duty I owe to the memory of the deceased and to his numerous friends as well. Yet I was reluctant in yield ing my consent to undertake so responsible a task. But now, after frequent appeals made to me from time to time by many of the leading journalists and literary men of this country, and by earnest, sympathizing ladies, whose sensitive hearts are ever touch ed by human misfortune, and who are always in advance of the sterner sex, I am persuaded that I should lend my feeble aid as a witness to the truth, and refute the foul accusations cast upon the memory of POE, and repel the vile slanders respecting his death. The time has come when every fact and incident of his remarkable career should be made known. But of all these entreaties, none have done more to determine my pur pose than those of the lady to whom he was affianced, and his dear mother-in-law, Mrs. Maria Clemm, These appeals, made years ago, have never lost their influence, though seemingly unheeded in the lapse of time. They come back to me with renewed force, especially since the interest manifested in 16 EDGAR ALLAN POE, New York, a few years ago, by friends whose admiration of the poet led them to under take the erection of a suitable monument to perpetuate the memory of this wonderful genius. All praise to the names of Gill, Winter, Campbell, Abbey, Palmer, Stoddard, and others in New York, and to Dr. Elmer E. Reynolds, of Washington City, and others ; but 1 accord equal commendation to the generous and sympathizing ladies who have jointly and heartily united their efforts to accomplish what the men alone could not do. All praise to Madame Dion Boucicault, Madame Phillips, Mrs. Belle w, Mrs. Crosby, Mrs. Coleman, Mrs. Dalilgren, Mrs. Wrn. Astor, and others. Lo \\KI.L, March _?, 1850, DK. JOHN .1. MOHAN. DKAR SIR: I think you will pardon the liberty I t:iko in again writing to you. But iirst permit me to most gratefully thank you for your kind letter relative to the death of my beloved (son) K. A. POJ;. In Novem ber last I received a letter from Xeilson Poe, saying that you had placed in his possession my son s trunk, and asking me in what way he was to dispose of it. I instantly replied to him requesting him to send it on to me, that / a/one had miy claim to it. 1 was anxious to receive it, as the publishers of my son s work are constantly writing to me for the lectures and other papers which, we all think, must have been in his trunk. At all events procure from him my darling Kddic s letter to myself, which I s-nt to him to convince him that I was entitled to the trunk, and them to me. for they are a thousand times more precious to rue EDGAR ALLAN POE, 17 . han ru&ies. Will you do this great favor for me? Have you seen the March number of Graham s Magazine ? If not, do get it and read the noble defense of my son by Mr. Graham. I shall be most anxious for your reply ; and may God bless you for soothing the dying hours of my o\vn precious Kddie. Most gratefully, M MM A CU:MM. I repeat the language of Mrs. Clemm. One of her letters to me opens with these words : "May God bless you for soothing the dying hours of my precious Eddie." Then she urges me to accept two of his letters written to her, that I might use them in his defense. These two letters were sent to her just before his death. "Use them," she writes, "in de fense of his character and name ; they testify the truth ; they are to me a thousand times more precious than rubies." The tear-stained letter which was written to me shortly after his death is with me now upon my person, as a talisman and shield for my defense in this conflict with his enemies and accusers, many of whom are able writers and journal ists of the present day. They have written without a knowledge of the facts, thereby doing great injustice to his memory. Her appeals have stirred my soul to its deepest depth, and given me a longing desire to do what I could, even at this late day, to relieve the public mind of the false impressions 18 EDGAR ALLAN .I OK. made regarding POK S habits of life; how he died, the nature of his death, his true condi tion at that period, and to give the parting words uttered in the last moments of his life. I do not design to arraign any writer, nor to prefer charges against biographers. I have been somewhat reflected upon by at least one of these, in regard to my. knowl edge of mental diseases, and especially that class of subjects who suffer from intemper ance and frequent debauches. The hospital in which the poet died has been questioned as to its standing and char acter. My professional experience has been assailed, my veracity and even my own identity have been disputed. You will not accuse me of egotism or self-praise. As a stranger to you, you have a right to demand and to know who I am, whether I held the position of resident physician at the Wash ington University Hospital in the city of Baltimore, where the poet died; whether he died in my charge, and what was the char acter of the institution named. Concerning an oft-repeated slander, I here affirm that EDGAR ALLAN POE did not die under the in fluence of any kind of intoxicating drink. - EDGAR ALLAN POE. 21 Eemembering the mother s blessing, and the tears and entreaties of the broken-hearted affianced, Mrs. Sarah E. Shelton, who yet lives, and who said to me a few months ago, at her home in Richmond, "I would have gone down to my grave in the firm belief that MR. POE did not and could not have died a drunkard or from drink." I now under take to make good this declaration. The hospital in which POE died was second to none in Baltimore as to size, comforts and location. It was known for many years as the Wushhujtou College Unim-Kity Hospital, in which hundreds of students daily traversed its wards, receiving instruction at the bedside of patients from able professors of the fac ulty. It contained two hundred beds, and had seldom less than one hundred and fifty patients, whose names were on the hospital record. I have the honor to say that I con ducted and controlled this institution for six years as resident physician, living with my family on the premises. I had the entire charge and responsibility of house and pa tients, including United States sailors, a por tion of the hospital being set apart for this class of patients, who were sent there by or der of the Government. 22 EDGAR ALLAN POE, Just after the death of EDGAR ALLAN POE, before the lifeless corpse had become cold in the grave, an enemy, an avowed <n td personal enemy, and who became his administrator and was his first biogra pher, made haste to write and publish the foul calumny and falsehood that EDGAR ALLAN POE died from delirium tremens at some unknown and out-of-the-way lioxpitul in Baltimore City, and which Mr. George Gra ham pronounced "an immortal infamy" and declared it to be dastardly and false, and "nothing but the fancy sketch of a perverted, jaundiced vision;" and strange to say this man s work, Griswold s Memoir of Edgar Allan Poe, though repeatedly denied upon the best authority, continued to be much sought after, and its poisonous effects are yet seen and felt on both continents. I have entwd upon this work fully pre- I Kired, with living testimony, legally indorsed, in proof of all that I shall say in relation to the life, character, and death of the poet. I am frank to acknowledge that much that I shall say will not be new in regard to his family history. I shall repeat much that has been written by able writers, but I de- EDGAR ALLAN POE, 23 sire, and shall endeavor to give credit to such authorities as I shall quote, and hope to introduce many facts and incidents that have not been generally known. I have in my possession much that will be publicly made known for the first time. These come from the nearest relatives, given to me by those who were nearest and dearest to him, and from one who loved him as she did her own life. Mr. David Foe, the great grandfather of EDGAR ALLAN POE, with his family resided in Baltimore and was engaged in mercan tile business. During the Kevolution Mr. David Poe became a deputy quartermaster of the Maryland line, and had often been called Major and sometimes General Poe. He occupied for his quartermaster s office a part of the old building on Baltimore street, near Charles, which was, a few years ago, occupied by Armstrong, Cater & Co. The building was owned by Poe, and it was at this office that he received General Lafayette. Count Rocliantbeau, Count DeGrruxse and other French officers. When the troops of our revo lutionary ally, General Lafayette, were in this vicinity, long after the French had departed. 24 EDGAR ALLAN POE. cuirasses or breast-plates of metal and bridle- bits of lignum-vitae wood were found in the cellars of the buildings, and were prized as souvenirs of the war. In this connection it may be interesting, as a scrap of history con nected with the Poe family, to state that in X ties Register, October 23, 1824, is recorded a visit of the nation s guest, General Lafayette, to Baltimore, in which the following grateful remembrance appears : After an introduction of the surviving oflic.ers and soldiers of the Revolution who resided in and near Halt inn ire to the < ieneral, lie observed to one of the .uvntleinen present, " I have not yet seen, among these gentlemen, my friendly and patriotic commissary? The (ieneral was informed that Mr. David Poe was then dead, but his widow was still living. He expressed an anxious wish to see her. Said the (ieneral: "Mr. David Poe, who resided in IJaltimore when 1 was here, had, out of his own very limited means, supplied me with five hundred dollars to aid in clothing my troops, and his ?. //< , with her own /minis, cut on/ 500 pairs of pantaloons, and superintended the making of tlieni for I lie use of mv men ." The Register further states that when the good old lady heard the intelligence she shed tears of joy, and the next day was visited by tli<> (re HP r(i -I, whom sit e most gladly received, and the rlsit vw.s most <j rate-fully appreciated, &c. The General, on his visit to Mrs. Poe, was escorted by a company of horse, and spoke in grateful terms of the kind and friendly assistance he had received from herself and EDGAR ALLAN POE, 25 husband. "Your husband/ 7 said he, pressing his hand upon his breast, "was my friend, and the aid I received from you both was most beneficial to me and my troops." Mr. David Poe, Jr., son of Gen. David Poe, of revolutionary memory, was the father of EDGAR ALLAN POE, who was born in Boston on January 19, 1809. The citizens of three respective cities have claimed for themselves his place of birth, viz.: Boston, Baltimore and Richmond. But it is generally conceded and believed that Boston is entitled to the credit and honor of POE S having drawn his first breath in that city. Very soon there after his parents removed to Eichmond. General Poe designed his son David, the father of Edgar, for the law, and placed him in the office of Win. Guinn, Esq., Baltimore, for the prosecution of his studies; but while a student he became fascinated with a beau tiful young English actress whose name was Elizabeth Arnold. So devotedly attached was he to this charming young woman, that when little more than eighteen years of age he eloped with her and was married. He was disowned by his parents for this unwarranted step. He soon adopted his wife s profession 26 EDGAR ALLAN POE. and went on the stage. In a few months after their marriage, and after the birth of their first child, the parents of David relented, and the young couple returned to their pa ternal home, where they were cordially re ceived. The time allowed for acts of kind ness and sympathy towards these erring children was of short duration. Soon after their return to home and favor of father and mother they left the paternal roof to follow their profession, and started for Richmond, Va. In 1815 the youthful parents of POE died within a few weeks of each other, from consumption, leaving three children, Henry, EDGAR, and a daughter named Rosa lie, unprotected and unprovided for. On the death of their parents EDGAR, though a mere child, was adopted by Mr. John Allan, a wealthy citizen of Richmond, who was childless and whose wife became passionately fond of the beautiful and attractive child. It was mainly her love for the boy that led to his adoption by Mr. Allan, whose name he gave to EDGAR. EDGAR ALLAN POE was but six years old when adopted. He was a very pretty child and noted for his precocity. Mr. Allan was fond of the bov and treated him EDGAR ALLAN POE, 27 as if he were his own son. Scarcely had the little orphan time to become acquainted with his new parents, before he was carried by them to Europe. It was in this wise, in 1816, that the Allan family visited England on matters pertaining to business, taking with them their adopted son. After traveling through England and Scotland, they placed him at the Manor-house school in Church street, Newington. He was placed under the care and instruction of the Rev. Dr. Bransby, whom the poet so quaintly describes in II7///V//// IT/ /.so//, which is considered one among his best stories. Friendless and or phaned as he was, he spent a happy, if not the happiest, part of his life in this sombre English village. Here POE remained for nearly five years, and to this sequestered spot he looked back in after life with feelings of pleasure and great satisfaction, if not with pride ; and to the trmning^ud^irection given thpre to the bent w&tsmu^his scholarly acquirements are chiefly attributed. (/ In 1821 he was recalled by his adopted pa rents, and placed by them at an academy in Eichmond, where the Allans resided. The boy was now but twelve years old. Mr. Allan 28 EDGAR ALLAN POE. had by this time become so much attached to Edgar that he was petted and apparently spoiled, as his every wish was gratified ; but these generous acts did not spoil him, but left him with an unnatural sensitiveness to af fection toward those who desired his best good. It was at this early period that he manifested his gentleness and docility. He was willing and eager to be taught, and exhib ited a kind and humane disposition toward all. Toward the dumb brute, as he says of himself, "my tenderness of heart was so well known as to make me the jest of my companions." This tenderness of heart and generous nature increased with his growth and strengthened with his strength, and its beauty and fullness were developed in after life. In 1822 Mr. Allan placed Edgar at the University of Charlottesville, Va, Here the Rev. Dr. Clriswold, the writer to whom I have before referred, began his attack. He charges POE with having been dismissed from the university for habits of intemper ance and other vices. I am pleased to say that these false charges have been fully re futed by the president and secretary, William EDGAR ALLAN POE. 29 Wertenbaker, of the faculty, whose testi mony, over their own signatures, I now pro duce. Mr. William Wertenbaker, the secre tary, indorsed by the president, Dr. Stephen Maupiri, as being worthy of confidence, says in his letter of reply to the charges made : "There is nothing on the records of the fac ulty to the prejudice of POE. He spent one entire session at the university. At no time did he fall under the censure of the faculty, and he was not known to be addicted to the use of stimulants." This much is his tory authenticated and published in his memoirs and confirmed by Dr. G. White to me in person a few months ago in Richmond. He said to his friend Dr. White, " You are acquainted with the character of the gentle men with whom I am daily associated; you know them to be gentlemen, well educated and highly esteemed. Their habits are to take a glass of toddy two or three times a day, and occasionally to be intoxicated. I have, at long intervals, participated and have sometimes felt its effects, but I paid the pen alty by four or five days in bed. I could not become a dram drinker, it would have soon killed me." His sensitive nature could not 30 EDGAR ALLAN POE. endure it. His mother-in-law, Mrs. Clemm, has said that a cup of strong coffee would intoxicate him. Dr. Whyte remarked to me, " I never knew POE to gamble or get drunk. "We all played cards for pastime and amuse ment, and we sometimes drank wine, but never got drunk or gambled for money. The Doctor was a student with POE at Charlottesville that session, It is not my purpose to follow in detail POE S history, but I design to give a brief review of his habits of life in respect to his indulgences in the intoxicating glass, so that you may be better able to determine in your minds whether he was the debauchee and low character as charged so frequently by his enemies. I do not wish you to understand me as saying that Mr. POE never drank ar dent spirits in his early manhood, or that he was never under its influence, l)ut I hope to be able to so strengthen your belief in the character of his life and habits as well, that you will unite with me in declaring against the wholesale abuses and reiterated slanders, as a tissue of gross untruths originating in the brain of a designing enemy. In the lat ter part of his life, four years previous to his death, he was perfectly temperate. EDGAR ALLAN POE, 31 Leaving to his biographers the years that intervene, I introduce him again in 1829. In this year he returns to his foster-father s home, in Eichmond, in the latter part of March, but too late to see the familiar face and receive the smile of welcome from his foster-mother ; she was buried the day before his return. Of this melancholy visit the poet himself says : I reached my home, my home no more, For all had flown who made it so ; I passed 1 rom out its mossy door. And tho my tread was soft and low. A voice came from the threshold stone Of one whom 1 had earlier known. EDGAR deeply felt her loss and mourned her death, causing him to express to Mr. Allan a wish for the military profession, in the hope of being sent away from home. Mr. Allan gratified his desire, and by his influence secured him a position in the Military Acad emy at West Point. The records of that in stitution show that EDGAR ALLAN POE was admitted July 1, 1830. The rigid rules, regulations, and restraints of the Academy were not in accord with the freedom he had hitherto enjoyed. He re- 32 EDGAR ALLAN POE. mained but a short time under their control, and returned to Mr. AllaiVs house once more, where he was kindly received and where he remained some length of time, long enough, in fact, to engage himself in a matrimonial alliance with the love of his childhood, Miss Eoyster, now Mrs. Shelton, of Richmond. She was a sweet young lady in her teens, and he but two years her senior. She was his beautiful "Annabel Lee," and lived at Rich mond, his "kingdom by the sea." Let the poet speak for himself of this early love: It was many and many a year a.uo, In a kinirdorn by the sea. Thai a maiden there lived whom vou mav know I>y the name of ANN.U .KI. LICK; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and he loved by me. 1 was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea ; Hut we loved with a love that was more than love I and my ANNAP.KI. 1 .1:1:: With a love that the winded seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long aiio. In this kingdom by the bea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling EDGAR ALLAN POE, 33 My beautiful AN.\,\r,Kj, LKK; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her rip in a sepulchre In tin s kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven. Went envying her and me Ye>! that was the reason (,as all men know, In thi^ kingdom by the sea < That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my ANNA I .KI, LKK. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we Of many far wiser than we And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my sold from the soul Of the beautiful ANXAHKL LKK; For the nidoii never beams, without brinuinu me dream 1 - Of the beautiful AXXAI-.KI, LKK: And the stars never rise, hut I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful AXXM;I:L LKK; And so, all the night-tide, 1 lie down by the side Of my darling my darling my life and my bride. In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb bv the sounding sea. "When Mr. Allan became a \vare of this en gagement, he was very angry and did all in his power to prevent its consummation, chiefly on account of EDGAR S youth. A quarrel ensued and the poet, unable to submit to what he considered unjust and 34 EDGAR ALLAN POE. arbitrary treatment by Mr. Allan, left the house with the intention of offering his serv ices in aiding the Poles in their struggles against Russia. Many accounts are given as to where he went. A recent biographer assumes to have ascertained that he entered the United States Army under the assumed name of Edgar A. Perry ; but my own im pression is that he never designed to be remote from his first love, his "Annabel Lee, 1 and many circumstances warrant this opinion. His brother Henry s action may have given rise to this report. It was only last summer, during an inter view with Mrs. Shelton, that I learned from her the strength of ;bhe attachment between the poet and herself in plain words, how much they loved. She talked freely with me of their childhood and riper years when they were in each other s company. She named the street where her father lived, and said that EDGAR ALLAN POE S foster- parents lived in the house on the opposite cor ner. " We spent much of our time together when we were children. A few years after Mr. Allan built a large mansion farther up the street, about four squares from where EDGAR ALLAN POE. 35 we stand." She seemed to be thoughtful and musing, when I remarked, "You met again in the years when you began to know more of the realities of life." She said, "Yes, but you will excuse me. I am lost in wonder and amazement at the singular drama now being enacted. Oh, sir, you can have no idea of the thoughts that have so crowded upon my memory and occupied my mind. How often I have wished to see his physician, so that I could learn from his own lips Mr. POE S dying words. And to think that so many years after his death, we are face to face, reviewing his life, from his childhood to his grave. All this I have anxiously hoped for before I should die, and it is now fulfilled." The venerable lady then put her handkerchief to her face and wept. I spent four hours in her company, in talking of POE S decease, comparing notes and gathering important facts to aid in my defense. This interview with one immortalized by the poet s song I shall never forget. Our sympathies were in unison, and I am not ashamed to confess that it was with difficulty that tears were restrained. I am happy to say that Mrs. Shelton is yet living, and 36 EDGAK ALLAN POK. though in feeble healtli and well advanced in years, her face indicates a peaceful mind and a joyous hope of the rest beyond. POE left Richmond, it is true, but doubtless with the hope of one day returning again, to take to his bosom the idol of his heart. Years intervened, but her image never left him, waking or sleeping. It is certain that he put himself in a position as near to his heart s desire as was discreet, to learn some thing regarding her and his foster-parent. He learned too soon the sad tidings that fell like a nightmare upon his sensitive nature, and palsied his heart and gave a death-blow to all his hopes and fond anticipations. He learned that Mr. Allan had married a young woman, the beautiful Miss Patterson, whom he well knew, and that the love of his youth, Miss Royster, to whom he had plighted his af fections, had married a gentleman of wealth in that city, named Shelton. This was a severe blow to the ardent young poet. Disappointed and dejected, unfortu nate in almost everything he had previously undertaken, many less sensitive in their natures would have resorted to the bowl for relief. Not so with the distressed poet. EDGAR ALLAN POE, 37 Relying upon that innate spirit of indepen dence which possessed his soul, he determined now to devote his whole mind to literature for his support. He sought and received encour agement by his active brain and the use of his never-failing pen. In the year 1 8, i;> he is again brought promi nently before the public as a competitor for two prizes offered by the proprietor of the Hutn nlay Vixitor, published in Baltimore City, for the best prose story and the best poem. The poet wrote and sent to the com mittee selected to award the prizes six of his stories and the poems of the Coliseum . The committee, composed of eminent professional and literary men, after a critical examina tion of a mass of papers received from nu merous contributors, decided unanimously that POE, to them unknown, was entitled to the premiums and that he richly deserved them. Not contented with this award, the adjudi cators went out of their way to draw up and publish the following flattering critique on the merits of the writings submitted by POE: Amongst the prose articles \\en- manv of various and distinguished turrit, but the singular torn- and beauty of those sent by the author of the "Tales <f the Kolio (Tub" leave us no room for hesitation in that 38 EDGAR ALLAN POE. department. We have, accordingly, awarded tin- premium to a talc entitled the " MS. Found in a Bottle." It would hardly be doing; just ice to the writer of this collection to say that the tale we have chosen is the best of the six offered hy him. We cannot refrain from saying that the author owes it to his own reputation, as well as to the gratifica tion of the community, to publish the entire volume, "Tales of the Folio Club." These tales are eminently distinguished by a wild, vigorous and poetical imagination, a rich style, a fertile invention, and varied and curious learning. (Signed) .JOHN P. KENNEDY. J. II. 1!. LATROHF. JAMFS II. M1FFFU. Mr. Kennedy, chairman, of the committee, became the firm friend of POE and continued so to be until his death, and when informed of the decease he declared it impossible to credit any of Griswold s stories of the poet s life. In 18-34 Mr. Allan died, leaving his adopted son no part of his great wealth. In 18:^ POE engaged with a Mr. White, of Eichmond, who had commenced the publication of the Southern Literary Messenger in that city. His former friend, Mr. Kennedy, urged POE to send something to the Messenger for publication. POE did as he was desired by Mr. Kennedy, and it so pleased Mr. White that he spoke of it in the highest terms in the next number of his periodical. POE S reputation grew so rapidly that Mr. EDGAR ALLAN POE, 39 White gave him a position on the editorial staff of the Messenger, at a salary of one hundred guineas per annum. In order to give his entire attention to the duties as sumed, he removed to Richmond, where the magazine was published. During the year 1836 POE was fully installed in his new relation to the Messenger. It was in Richmond, among his own kin dred, that he met his "Lenore," his cousin, Virginia Cleinm, the daughter of his father s sister, Maria Clemm. She reciprocated his affections, and to her he was married. She was very young in years, and from predis position was soon to be the victim of pulmo nary disease. It had already seized her for its prey, but the ardent and sincere attach ment for his choice was irresistible, and with but little of this world s goods and a small income he married his cousin. Under other */ circumstances a better help-meet could not easily have been found, or one better calcu- lated to make his life a happy one. In 1837 POE left the Messenger to assist the proprietors of the New York Quarterly Review, a work for which his scholarly ac quirements rendered him eminently quali fied. It is proper to state that Mr. White 40 EDGAR ALLAN POE. parted with POE very reluctantly, with out a word of complaint, and with no accu sation of intemperance, as charged hy Gris- wold. POE removed to New York with his family and resided on Carmine street, and up to this period of his life I have brought the subject of my lecture without one change of intemperance made by his accusers^Lother charges that have not been disproved by the clearest testimony given by those who knew 7 him personally and wely. I will take the liberty of presenting addi tional witnesses to testify to his good char acter. I am permitted to introduce the Hon. Richard Hengist Home, of London. 1 quote his own language : A few leading features onlv can be sketched. No cunning barrister preparing un important brief; no great actor Studying a new pan : no analvtic chemist seeking to establish the tact of a, murder by discovery or proof of blood or poison in some unexpected substance; no Dutch painter, working for months on the minute finish of all sorts of detail, in the background as well as the foreground of his picture, ever took more pains than KIXJAR ALLAN I OK in the production of most of his principal works. Let no one attempt to imitate PoK without his genius and acquirements. The copyist would be discovered and denounced in an instant. Let me introduce a gentleman of learning and character, a citizen of New York, Mr. William Gowans, whose testimony is in di- EDGAR ALLAN POE. 41 rect confirmation of the fact that POE was not addicted to the use of intoxicating drink. He said : I will give you my opinion of this gifted bul unfortunate genius. It mav he estimated as of little worth. I>ui il has this merit, it comes from, an eye and ear witness; and this, it must he remembered, is the highest le.u-al evidence. For eiglit months one house contained us and one table fed us. During tliat time 1 saw much of him and had an opportunity of conversing with him often, and I must say thai I never saw him the least aHected by liquor, nor ever descend to any known vice, lie was one of the most courteous gentlemen and intelligent companions that I have met during my baitings and joiirnevings through divers divisions of the globe; besides he. had an extra inducement to be a good husband, for lie had a wife of matchless beauty and loveliness, and temper and disposition of surpassing sweetness, and was as much devoted to him and. his everv ink-rest as a mother is to her lirst-born. This gentleman boarded with Mrs. Clemm until she broke up housekeeping. He had every opportunity to know the habits of POE. 1 wish now to introduce the testimony of Mrs. Osgood, a distinguished lady, to show his extreme kindness and affection for his wife. She remarks: [ It was at his own simple yet poetical home that the character of the poet appeared in its most beautiful light playfully aflectionale, witty, and at times wavward as a pet ted child. jFor his gentle; and idoli/ed wife and for all \vho came- he had, even in the- midst of his most harassing duties, a kind word, a pleasant smile, grateful and courteous attention. At his desk, beneath the romantic picture of his beloved "Lenore." lie would sit hour after hour, patient, assiduous and uncomplaining, tracing in exquisite penmanship, and with almost superhuman swiftness, the lightning thoughts, the rare and radiant fancies as they Hashed through his wonderful and ever-wakeful brain. 42 EDGAR ALLAN POE. If there is any place where a man can be seen in his true light and where his true char acter is fully displayed, it is at his own home. In 1838 POE removed to Philadelphia, where he was engaged as a contributor to the Gentlemen 1 s Magazine of that city. His talents soon produced brilliant effects, and in May, 1839, he was appointed to the editorial management of that periodical. Towards the close of 1840 Mr. George R. Graham, owner of the ( 1 ad:et, acquired pos session of the Gentlemen .* Mayazhie, and merged the two publications in a new series known as Graham .* Magazine. Mr. Graham was only too willing to retain the services of the brilliant editor, and found his reward in so doing. POE, aided by the liberality of his em ployers, in a little while increased the num ber of subscribers to the magazine from five to fifty thousand. He continued in this capacity until near the close of 1842, at which time POE resigned the position of joint editor of Graham*.* Magazine. In 1843 the Dollar Magazine offered a hun dred-dollar prize for a story, which was awarded to POE for his tale of "The Gold Bug." EDGAR ALLAN POE, 43 ^ Iii 1844 the poet moved to Xew York, whither his increasing fame had already preceded him, and where he now entered congenial society and a fairer and better field for the recognition of his literary abili ties. It is generally conceded that the first journal for which he wrote in New York was the Mirror, a daily paper, holding the posi tion of sub-editor and critic. The paper at that time belonged to N. P. Willis and Gen. George Morris. During the whole six months that POE was engaged on the Mirror, Mr. Willis asserts that he was invariably punc tual and industrious, and daily at his desk from nine in the morning until the evening- paper went to press. At this period some of POE s most remarkable productions appeared, including "The Baven." This poem first appeared in Coltotix Anuvinni Rerien- for February, 1845, It was also printed in the evening Mirror, with the author s name attached, and in a few weeks was known throughout the United States and in Europe. His name and fame were at once carried across the water, drawing warm eulogies from some of the first poets and critics of the old world. For this masterpiece of genius, which Mr. Ingraham declares has 44 EDOAK ALLAN POE, probably done more for the renown of American letters than any single literary performance, Mr. POE received the pitiful sum of ten dollars. It has been stated that he composed "The Raven 17 while in a fit of delirium tremens. In refutation of the falsity of this charge, I have the testimony of a lady of intelligence and literary culture, the wife of a distinguished General, formerly of New York, who assures me that POE com posed "The Raven" while at her father s house in that city. It was his habit when he left the house to leave the manuscript in the old iron safe belonging to this lady s father. She declares he was never known to taste anything intoxicating while he was at her father s house. She lived at home and saw POE every day. In July, 1845, the entire control of the Broadway Journal was confided to POE. Its owners having limited capital and less talent it soon came to nought. During his control of the Broadway Journal, POE S labors were great and extremely severe ; enough, indeed, to destroy the brain of almost any other man. He made it, while under his manage ment, the best cheap literary paper that was published at that day. In the winter of EDGAR ALLAN POE, 45 5 - 4(5, Mr. POE was a favorite in the liter ary circles of our great commercial metrop olis, as was also his young and beautiful wife. His love and devotion to his wife, to which I have already referred, was a sort of rapturous worship. Of this charming feat ure of FOE S character, Mr. Graham says : I have seen him hovering around her when she was ill, \viih all the fondness and tender anxiety of a mother for her babe. Her slightest eou^h would cause him a shudder a heart (/hill that could be seen. It was this hourly anticipation of losing her that made him a sid and thoughtful man, and lent a mournful melodv to his undving 1 son.tr. It was for his dear wile s sake that I OK left the city of New York. Ill health, want of worldly knowledge, a sick and dying wife to distract him, all combined to overpower his eflbrts, and for her sake and to secure for her peace and quiet, he left the busy, bustling city, retired to a small Dutch cottage in the quiet town of Fordham. \Vest- chester County, New York. Here he passed with her the three remain ing years of her life. It was in the summer of 1846 that POE removed his dying wife to the quietude of Fordham. Here I desire also to quote the language of Mrs. Whitman to corroborate the statements already made regarding POE S habits, gentleness, and sincere devotion to his wife. Mrs. Whitman had frequently visited his wife at their peaceful home, and she says : The noblest memorial yet raised to his memory was his undying- de votion to his dear " Lenore." There in loneliness and privation, through many solitary hours, in the bleak and dreary days and nights of .Janu ary, 1847, he watched her failing breath 46 EDGAR ALLAN POE. Till at length, one day in that cheerless month, An anu el eame t roiu the blest afar To bear her deathless spirit through the golden irates ajar. The dear wife of his bosom had passed away, and in some slight degree I did real ize his distress of mind and sorrow of heart in his own dying words as I held his hand at his death-bed. He cried out in language so pathetic, with heart all torn and bleeding, "Oh, my dear Lenore, my dear Leiiore! how long before I shall see my dear Virginia!" impatient to depart and be with her at rest. The poet s grief for his lost wife was so great that he became very melancholy and reticent ; moving about the house in appar ent listlessness and indifference. This state of mental distress lasted for weeks, but through the kind attentions and encouraging- words of his dear "Muddle," as he called his mother-in-law, Mrs. Clemm, he gradually regained his wonted vigor of mind and body and resumed hi s work . W ith no com p a 1 1 i < > n but Mrs. Clemm, he remained at his quiet home, musing over the memory of his lost "Lenore," and thinking out the crowning work of his life. Here he remained for one whole year. gradually receiving friend after friend, and EDGAR ALLAN POE. 47 devoting his best energies to the completion of his " Eureka." At the close of this, the most immemorial year of his life, he wrote his "Ulalume." Early in 1848 he determined to make an effort once more to start a magazine of his own. To raise funds for this purpose he an nounced his intention of delivering a series of lectures in the places where he had the greatest number of intimate friends, hoping to receive from them subscriptions to sup port his enterprise. The place at which he designed and whore he expected to obtain his largest support was Richmond. He is sued a prospectus and started North, deliv ering his first lecture in the library of the New York Historical Society. He lectured also in Boston and Lowell. Not obtaining the necessary number of subscribers to start his journal on a solid basis, he abandoned the enterprise, returned to Fordham and re sumed work on his "Eureka." In the summer of 1841) he again visited Richmond, his former visit having been for the purpose of engaging in business with a new firm, in which a lady was interested, one whom he had known in former years and who was in possession of means sufficient 48 EDGAR ALLAN POE. to successfully establish a magazine. She was now a widow. The first visit was in the month of October, 1848. Whether by accident or design I do not know, but I do know, as [ received it from the lady herself a short time ago, that it was during that visit to Richmond that she saw him, for the first time, since she had become a widow, and that it was in the autumn of the year and the month of Octo ber, 1848, that he first met her since he had become a widower. In the summer of 1849 POE took final leave of his home and friends at Fordham. These were the friends who stood by him during his severest trials and afflictions, among them being his mother-in- la \v. Mrs. ( -lemm. She had been his guardian and guide, and had cared for him as only a mother could do. I give the statement of one of his truest friends and nearest neigh bors, and one who, with his family, was more intimate with him than almost any other, being together for more than four years, as additional evidence in refutation of the stories and calumnies charged against POE. I allude to Mr. S. P. Lewis. Mr. Lewis says : My wife and I often visited him during the last illnc fl hi.- \\ife.Hiul attended her luneral : and when I >!: finally took his departure for the EDGAR ALLAN POE, 49 South, the kiaeing and hand-shaking were at my front door. He was hopeful, \V(.- wore sad, and tears gushed in torrents as he kissed liis "Muddle and my wife "good-bye," Mrs. ( leinin predicting a final adieu. Mr. Lewis continues : PoE WAS one of the most atlectionate and kind-hearted men I ever knew. I never witnessed so mneli tender affection and devoted love as existed in that family of three persons, i have spent weeks in the elo>est intimacy with I oi-:, and never saw him under the slightest infln- enee oi any stimulant whatever. He was, in truth, a most abstemious and exemplary man. Our acquaintance was made in the year 1S4 "> and continued until the summer of 1840, when he left for the South. This gentleman gives a candid and truthful account of POE for four years, from 1845 to 1849. Allow me here to present to you the decla ration and earnest appeal made to High Heaven, in the most solemn manner, by POE, in a letter to a personal friend, and at the time and in the face of these calumnious charges, i refer to his letter to Dr. Snod- grass, of Baltimore, recently published in the Baltimore Awer-icd-H. He said to the Doctor: 1 now thank you for your defense of myself as stated. You are a physician, and I presume no physician can have difficulty in detecting the drunkard at a glance ; you are, moreover, a literary man well read in morals; you will never he brought to believe that 1 could write what f daily write, as 1 write it. if I were a drunkard. In (in< before God, the solemn isor<j of a gentleman, that 1 am temperate even to rigor; nothing stronger than water ever passes my \\\^. \ iuive now only to repeat to yon in general, my solemn assurances, that my habits are as far removed from intemperance as the day is from the night. My sole drink is water. Will you do me the kindness to repeat this assur- 50 EDGAR ALLAN POE, a nee to such of our own friends as happen to speak of me in your hear ing? I feel that nothing more is requisite, and yon will airree with me on reflection. ICIMJAR ALLAN I OK. I here aver that there is no evidence and never has been, that POE ever was seen drunk, or that he ever got drunk from the year 1845 to 1849, embracing a period of four years. Later he confesses to the effect of stimulants at long intervals, but of these four years preceding his death, we have the clearest testimony that he was a temperate man. He was a member of a temperance associa tion, at Richmond, and delivered two lectures upon the subject in that city, to each of which his "Annabel Lee 11 accompanied him, as she did to all other lectures delivered by him in that city. After he had been in Richmond a few months, it was rumored he was to be married to Mrs Shelton, his "An nabel Lee, 1 to whom he was engaged in his youth, when she was Miss Royster. I have the testimony from the pen of the lady her self, written to me thirty-two years ago, of the fact, and from her own lips in June last, that she was engaged Jto he married to POE at the time of his death. Mrs. Shelton de clares that he was the most courteous gentle- EDGAR ALLAN POE. 51 man she had ever known ; that no one could be in his company and not be benefited by it ? and above all that he was super-sensitive to a fault at anything that would, in the most remote degree, offend a lady. He inspired all with whom he had business intercourse or dealings of any kind with an affectionate esteem, such as you would feel for a near friend or a dear relative. I feel that I have trespassed too long upon the kind forbearance of my readers in this brief history of the poet. I may have been tedious in the presentation of so large an amount of testimony in refutation of the false charges made against his good name., and the only apology I can offer is the inter est I feel in my theme and my desire to se cure a generous judgment. Is it not impos sible for one who labored so assiduously with brain and pen, by day and by night, through all the disastrous circumstances surrounding him and the misfortunes that fell to his unhappy lot, to produce those masterpieces which fill bulky volumes, poems of exquisite beauty, stories of weird and fascinating splendor, and critiques that are in all re spects among the finest in our literature, and these productions, amidst the drudge- 52 EDGAR ALLAN POE. ries of editorial routine, on periodicals and weekly papers, at times when he was physi cally exhausted by watching over the bed side of his dying wife, whose life was one long disease . Is it possible, I ask, that a drunkard could have done all this? No, no. The constancy of his labors and the demand upon his brain and time, up to a short period before his death, at which time he produced the crowning work of his life, his "Eureka," forbid the supposition. But if to take a glass of wine or brandy with convivial friends, at long intervals, which he confesses to have done and to have felt its effects in his earlier manhood, is to brand a man with the name of "drunkard, 11 blast his character and reputation, I say to his revilers and per secutors, "Let him that is without sin cast the first stone. 11 Until then let the death slumber of EDGAR ALLAN POE be quiet in his tomb, and let his ashes rest in peace. But have these cruel calumnies fallen upon the unfortunate poet alone? No. Many of his friends have felt them most keenly. One yet lives, now in her seventy-third year, who loved him in life, sympathized with him in his afflictions, wept and mourned for his untimely death, and with grief and tears of EDGAR ALLAN POE. 53 .sorrow will go down to the grave lamenting the sad fate of him who was dearer to her than life itself. She has suffered and felt, as only a pure and sensitive woman can feel, not only her great loss, but the cruel and unjust assault upon the memory of him she loved. In closing this part of my narrative, I am constrained to ask your indulgence while I present some remarks of Mr. George Graham in defense of POE. I do this at the request and earnest desire of Mrs. Clemm, and in. compliance with a promise made to her years ago. Mr. Graham says: For three or four years 1 knew I oi: intimately. ;ui<l for cinliUen months 1 sa\v him almost daily; much of the time writing or conversing ut the same desk ; knowing all his hopes, as well as his hard struggle with adver-e fate; yet he was always the same polished gentleman, the quiet, unobtrusive, thoughtful scholar, the devoted husband; frugal in his personal expense^, punctual and unwearied in hi- indiMry, and the soul of honor. The poet himself made this solemn decla ration to a personal friend: k By the God who reigns in heaven, I swear to you that my soul is incapable of dishonor. I can call to mind no act of my life which would bring a blush to my cheek. 11 I come now to the closing scenes of the life of the long-lamented and deceased poet. 54 EDGAR ALLAN POE. it is with the last sixteen hours of his life that I have especially to do. This is my mission and the duty I am called upon to perform. They are the hours that have been shrouded with so much mystery, and in re- gard to w^hich so many false statements have been made. After twenty-five years I was called upon as his physician. I was supposed to know" at least the date of his decease, and as a monu ment was about being placed to his memory in Baltimore it became necessary that I should be consulted. I was applied to for the necessary date. I cheerfully gave it, and the same was cut upon the monument so creditable to the ladies and gentlemen whose philanthropic hearts moved them to secure this memorial to the genius and worth of the dead poet. It is hoped that if I was suf ficient authority for this record, that I may receive corresponding confidence from my readers in the statements I make. Permit me to ask at your hands the con fidence you would give to any respectable physician making a statement respecting a deceased patient who was in his care for sixteen hours before his death. I cannot but believe that you will accord this measure of EDGAR ALLAN POE, 55 confidence to one who saw, handled and watched over his patient, cared for him, con versed with him, and received his dying statement. I have stated to you the fact that EDGAR ALLAN POE did not die under the effect of any intoxicant, nor was the smell of liquor upon his breath or person. He AVMS in my care and under my charge for sixteen hours. He was sensible mid rational fifteen hours out of the sixteen. He answered promptly and correctly all questi< m ,s asked, spoke freely, and made certain statements, and gave cer tain directions to whom I should write, and a confession of what related to himself, his mother-in-law, and the lady to whom he was to have been married. He told me, in an swer to my questions, where he had been, from whence he came, and for which place he started when he left Richmond, when he arrived in Baltimore, and the name of the hotel where he registered, from which I received his trunk before his death. The names of the ladies to whom he requested me to write were given, and their answers to my letters after his death came speedily and are with me now. It has been charged that POE was made 50 EDGAR ALLAN POE, drunk and then "cooped," and voted a num ber of times at an election held in Baltimore about that time. This charge I unhesitat ingly deny. One word will demonstrate its falsity. That election was held October 3d, the day before POE left Eichmond, and he- was not in Baltimore until October 5th. He was brought to the Washington College Uni versity Hospital on October 0, 1849, about 9 o clock A. M. and died between 12 and 1 o clock on October 7th. His biographers all agree that he left Rich mond on October 4th, but affirm that when he landed in Baltimore he was caught, cooped, drugged, voted, and then turned upon the streets to die: that someone sa\\; him who knew him and brought him to the hospital <\t night in an unconscious state, and that he died before morning with inflammation of the brain, being insensible until his death. It is true that POE left Richmond on October 4, 1849. not by train but by boat. There was DO railroadfrom Richmond to Baltimore. I have the evidence and the proof from Mrs. Shelton, his affianced, that the poet parted from her at her residence at 4 P. M. October 4th, to take the steamer "Columbus" for Bal timore, intending to visit Philadelphia and EDGAR ALLAN POE, 57 New York, to close up some business he had with certain publishers and return to Rich mond in a few days. She states that when he said "good-bye," he paused a moment as if reflecting, and then said to her: "I have a singular feeling, amounting to a presenti ment, .that this will be our last meeting until we meet to pa.rt no more, and then walked slowly and sadly away. What a sorrowful prophecy was there in those parting words, and how fearfully was it fulfilled. Of the first meeting and the last farewell, the illustrious poet sings in his wonderful poem, "Ulalume:" The skies they were asheii and sober, The leaves they were crisped and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year. ( )nr talk had been serious and sober. lint our thoughts they were palsied and sere, Our memories were treacherous and sere, For we knew not the month was October, And we marked not the night of the year. Then my heart it grew ashen and sober, As the leaves that were crisped and sere, As the leaves that were withering and sere. And I cried, it was surely October, On this very night of last year, That 1 journeyed, I journeyed down here. It was in October that he first saw her 58 EDGAR ALLAN POE, when a widow ; it was on October 4th that he left, to see her face no more on earth; and it was on October 7th when he died. The boat arrived in Baltimore about 4 o clock 011 the morning of October 5th. It- landed at its dock on the corner of Pratt and Light streets. - POE started for the hotel on Pratt street, north side, opposite the Phila delphia depot, called "Bradshaw s," now " The Maltby House." A colored man from the boat went with him and carried his trunk. He left for Philadelphia about noon and went as far as the Susquehanna Biver, across which the passengers had to be trans ferred by boat, there being no bridge at that time. The river being very rough, owing to a storm then .blowing, POE refused to venture across. He remained on the cars and re turned to Baltimore. 1 Arriving there at about 8 o clock P. M.. a porter carried his trunk to the hotel he had left in the morning. Alighting from the cars he turned down Pratt street, on the south side, and walked toward the dock where his boat was. He was followed by two suspicious characters, as the testimony of the conductor will show, {iid when he reached the southwest corner Pratt and Light streets, he was seized by EDGAR ALLAN POE, 59 the two roughs, dragged into one of the many sinks of iniquity or gambling hells which lined the wharf. He was drugged, robbed, stripped of every vestige of the clothing he had on when he left Richmond and the cars a little while before, and reclothed with a stained, faded, old bombazine coat, panta loons of a similar character, apair of worn-out shoes run down at the heels, and an old straw hat. Later in this cold October night he was driven or thrown out of the den in a semi-conscious state, and feeling his way in the darkness, he stumbled upon a skid or long wide board lying across some barrels on the w T est side of the wharf, about thirty yards from the den, IL I indeed fared as did one of old. He had fallen among thieves, who stripped him of his raiment and departed, leaving him half dead. He stretched him self upon the plank and lay there until af bn- daybreak on the morning- of the ^tL. A gentleman, passing by, noticed the man, anil on seeing his face recognized the Tpoet. He called a hack, and giving the driver a plain card with my address, and on the lower right-hand corner the name of POE, the poet was carried to the hospital, arriving there about 9 o clock. 60 EDGAR ALLAN POE. I had him placed in a small room in the turret part of the building where patients were put who had been drinking freely. The room can be recognized in the cut by the star. He was clad in the shabby suit I have described, and being unconscious I had him put in the place indicated, not knowing at HIM! momrnt the cause of his distress. I now know that he was perfectly sober when he returned to the city. MY witnesses are Judge N. Poe, of Balti more, a second cousin of the poet; and the conductor of the train. Capt. George W. Rol lins, well-known in Baltimore. The follow ing testimony was given to me by the con ductor a few days after the poet s death : Meeting him on the street he said, "I saw in the papers the death of the gentleman I had 011 my train the other day." I asked, u Do you know who he was ." He said he did not at that time, but he had learned since that it was EDGAR P< >K. He remarked that he was the finest specimen in. appearance of a gen tleman that he had lately seen. " I was at tracted to him from his appearance." I said, u Captain, how was he dressed?" He replied, "In black clothes ; his coat was buttoned up close to his throat. There were two men EDGAR ALLAN FOE. 01 well dressed that came aboard of the train from the other side of the river, having come from Philadelphia or New York. They took a seat back of POE. From their appearance I k|iew they were sharks or men to be feared, and when I got out of the train at Baltimore I saw them following POE down towards the dock. 11 I asked the conductor if POE was in liquoi\ "Why," said he, "I would as soon have suspected my own father, 11 L then re lated to him the facts regarding POE and where found the next morning, and he ex pressed his thorough belief that those two men went through him. > A similar state ment was given by this conductor to Judge Nielson Poe sometime during the same month, of the year 1849, and was repeated to me by Judge Poe last April two years ago while sitting in the court-room, after the court had been dismissed. We spent more than an hour discussing the poet s life and death. And just here let me give you the words of Mrs. Shelton, who yet lives, regarding the style of clothing he had on when he left her in Richmond on the 4th of October. I asked Mrs. Shelton how he was dressed. She re plied, u ln a full suit of black cloth ;" remark- 62 EDGAR ALLAN FOE. i ing that he always wore black clothing, and was very neat in dress and person. u Had he a watch or jewelry on his person C She could not say, as he always wore his coat well but ton rd up to his throat, covering much of his person. 1 said, t: He told me his contemplated visit to New York was on business, and that he expected to return in a few days. 11 1 re lated to her the facts of his case, where found, how dressed ( when brought to the house, and she instantly exclaimed, with tears in her eyes, that he was robbed, as I have always believed, and drugged to ac complish it. When brought to the hospital, as I have said, he was unconscious. I had him disrobed and made comfortable in bed. I placed an experienced nurse at the door of liis room to preserve quiet, to watch over him and to notify me when he showed signs of waking. He was, at that time, in a heavy sleep or stupor. I left him and on entering my office below. 1 discovered the hack still standing before the entrance door of the hospital, as you will see in the cut. I asked the driver, " What are you waiting for?" He said, u My hire/ 1 I asked, "Who sent you here?" He replied, "You have the ticket, 1 meaning the card he had brought with him. EDGAR ALLAN POE, 63 I asked, " Where did you find this man?" "On Light street wharf, sir." I said, "Dead drunk, I suppose?" He replied, " No, sir ; he was a sick man, a very sick man, sir." J :: ." Why do you think he was not drunk? I asked. " He did not smell of whiskey," said the driver, "he is too white in the face. I picked him up in my arms like a baby, sir, arid put him in the hack." Without further delay I paid the man his fee. Little did I then think that after thirty - five years T should be called upon to give a full account of POK S death and to defend the man whom I at that hour believed to be drunk; and that man, the great American genius, whose name is now a household word. In a few minutes POE threw the cover from his breast, and looking up asked the nurse, "Where am 1?" The nurse made no reply but rang for me. I attended the call immediately, and placing my chair by the side of the patient s bed, took his left hand in my own and with my right hand pushed back the raven locks of hair that covered his forehead. I asked him how he felt. He said, "Miserable." "Do you suffer much pain t " "No." 64 EDGAR ALLAN POE, " Do you feel sick at the stomach * " "Yes, slightly." "Does your head ache, have you pain there f putting my hand upon his forehead. "Yes." " Mr. POE, how long have you been sick ( "" u Can t say/ 1 " Where have you been stopping ( " tk In a hotel on Pratt street, opposite the depot. 11 "Have you a trunk or valise or anything there you would like to have with you I " sup- }>osing he had other clothing than that which he brought on his person to the hospital. He -aid, " I have a trunk with my papers and some manuscripts. 11 Note this, there ivas no < loUi m(j in the trtntk. A new suit of wedding clothes was to have been placed in it for the (/room-. His visit was a business one and was to be a short one. I offered to send for his trunk. He thanked me and said, "Do so at once;" remarking, "Doctor, you are very kind." I sent the porter of the house with an or der for his trunk, which was brought in less than an hour. The sick man said, "Where am I?" "You are in the hands of your friends," I EDGAR ALLAN POE, 05 replied, "and as soon as you are better, I will have you moved to another part of the house, where you can receive them." He was looking the room over with his large dark eyes, and I feared he would think he was unkindly dealt with, by being put in this prison-like room, with its wired inside windows, and iron grating outside. I now felt it necessary that I should de termine the nature of his disease and make out a correct diagnosis, so as to treat him properly. 1 did not then know but he might have been drinking, and so to determine the matter, I said, "Mr. POE, you are extremely weak, pulse very low ; I will give you a glass of toddy." He opened wide his eyes, and fixed them so steadily upon me, and with such anguish in them that I had to look from him to the wall beyond the bed. He then said, "Sir, if I thought its potency would transport me to the Elysian bowers of the undiscovered spirit world, I would not take it." " I will then administer an opiate, to give, you sleep and rest," I said. Then he rejoin ed, "Twin sister, spectre to the doomed and crazed mortals of earth and perdition." I was entirely shorn of my strength. 66 EDGAR ALLAN POE. Here was a patient supposed to have been drunk, very drunk, and yet refuses to take liquor. The ordinary response is, " Yes, Doctor, give me a little to strengthen my ner . 1 found there was no tremor of his pel-son, no unsteadiness of his nerves, no fidgeting with his hands, and not the slight est odor of liquor upon his breath or person. I sa\ my first impression had been a mistaken one. He was in a sinking condi tion, yet perfectly conscious 1 had his body sponged with warm water, to which spirits were added, sinapisms applied to his stomach and feet, cold applications to his head, and then administered a stimu lating cordial. I left him to sleep and rest. He slept about one hour. When he awoke, i. was again summoned to his bedside. I found his breathing short and oppressed, and that he was much more feeble. I saw that his life was in great danger. He asked several questions as to where he was, and how ho came there. Remarking, in answer to my question as to where he went after he returned from the Susquehanna, he said that he had started for the boat, "I remember no more/ 1 said he, "but a vague and horrible dread that I would be killed, that I would be thrown in the dock." EDGAR ALLAN POE, 67 I said, " Mr. POE, 3-011 are in a critical con dition, and the least excitement of your mind will endanger your life ; you must compose ^yourself and remain quiet. 11 He said, "Doctor, I am ill; is there no hope? 11 "The chances are against you. 11 "How long, oh! how long, 11 he cried, "be fore I can see my dear Virginia, my dear Lenore I 11 I said to him, "I will send for her or any one you wish to see. 11 I knew nothing of his family or friends, and supposed the per sons to whom he referred might live in the city, or that his family might live the I asked him, " Have you a family ? 11 "No," said he, " my wife is dead, my dear Virginia. My mother-in-law lives; oh! how my heart bleeds for her; she had forebodings of this hour, and said when Ave last met and parted at Fordham, Eddie, I fear this will be our last meeting. 115 He loved his mother-in-law with an intense love, as his poetic words declare: V 68 EDGAR ALLAN POE. TO MY MOTIIKK. Because I feel that, " in the heavens above, The angels, whispering to one anotlior, Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of "Mother," Therefore by that dear name 1 long have called you Yon who are more than mother unto me, And (ill my heart of hearts, where death installed you, In setting my Virginia s "spirit free. My mother my own -mother, who died early. Was but the mother of myself; but you Are mother to the one 1 loved so dearly, And thus are dearer than the mother I knew P>y that infinity \vith which my wife Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life. I said, "Mr. POE, I will send for or write to any one you desire me." "Doctor," said he, "Death s dark angel has done his work. Language cannot ex press the terrific tempest that sweeps over me, and signals the alarm of death. Oh, (U>(1 ! the terrible strait I am in." "Shall I write to any one for you?" "Yes, Doctor, write to my mother-in-law and Mrs. - -no, too late ! too late!" Then he said, "Write to both at once; write to my mother-in-law and tell her 4 Eddie is here - -no, too late ! Doctor, I must unbosom to you the secret of my heart, though dagger-like it pierces my soul. I was to have been married in ten days." EDGAR ALLAN POE, 69 He wept like a child, and even now I can see his pale face that told too plainly the depth of grief he felt, and the large tear drops forcing their way down the furrows of his pallid cheeks. 1 again asked.. "Shall I send for the lady i" " No, write to both ; inform them of my illness pud death at the same time, and say that no conscious act of mine brought this great trouble upon me. How it has hap pened that I am brought to this place, God. only knows. My mind has kept no record of time ; it seems a dream, a horrible dream/ 1 I said, "Mr. POE, my carriage is at fh<. door ; I will send for the lady." "No, 71 said he, "write to Mrs. Sarah E. Shelton, Richmond, Va., and Mrs. Maria Clemm, Lowell, Mass/ 1 Beef -tea and stimulants had been freely given and kept up at short intervals. I re mained by his side, watching every breath and movement of his muscles. He had no tremor or spasmodic action at this period, which was twelve hours from his entrance in the hospital. I noticed the color deepen ing upon his cheeks and forehead, blood vessels at the temple slightly enlarging. I ordered ice to his head and heat to his ex- 70 EDGAR ALLAN POE, tremities, and waited in his room about fif teen minutes longer, observing no change except an increase in the circulation,J His pulse, which had been as low as fifty, was rising rapidly, though feeble and variable. I left him for a short time, to attend to other patients in the house. I had sent for his cousin, Mr. Nielson A. Poe, now Judge Poe, of the orphan s court of Baltimore, having learned that he was related to my patient ; and also for a Mr. Herring and family, who lived in. the neighborhood. Judge Poe came ns soon as notified and also the Misses Her ring. These were the only persons who called to see him until after his death, POK continued in an unconscious state for half an hour, but when roused he was con scious. On visiting him again I found his pulse feeble, sharp, and very irregular. I took my seat by his bedside and closely watched him for twenty minutes at least; the pupils of his eyes were dilating and con tract ing. Death was rapidly approaching- J list at this moment my friend, Professor J. C. S. Monkur, one of the oldest physicians of the faculty, and who gave to me much of his time at the hospital, came into the sick chamber. As soon as he fixed his eyes EDGAK ALLAN POE. 71 upon the patient he said, "He will die; he is dying now. 77 After a careful examination, Dr. Monkur gave it as his opinion that POE would die from excessive nervous prostra tion and loss of nerve power, resulting from exposure, affecting the encephalon, a sensi tive and delicate membrane of the brain. He advised the continuance of the remedies,, including the beef-tea and stimulants. I saw the patient lifting his hand to his mouth as though he wanted a drink ; I put a small lump of ice in his mouth, and gave him a sip of water from a glass, to ascertain what difficulty, if any, he had in swallowing. He drank half a glass without any trouble. Pie seemed to revive a little and opening his eyes, he tixed them upon the window. He kept them unmoved for more than a min ute. I have, since that time, been forcibly impressed with the wild fancies in that won derful poem, "The Raven." Did he hear a " gen tie tapping at the window lattice, 1 and was his heart still a moment, "this mystery to explore " 2 Did he see that stately raven " perched upon his chamber door I Perched, and sat, and nothing more." The dying poet was articulating some thing in a very low voice, and at length he 72 EDGAR ALLAN FOE. spoke more audibly and said, " Doctor, it s all over." I then said, " Mr. POE, I must tell you that you are near your end. Have you any wish or word for friends?" He said, " Nevermore." At length he exclaimed: "O God ! is there no ransom for the deathless spirit?" I said, "Yes, look to your Saviour; there is mercy for you and all mankind. God is love and the gift is free." The dying man then said impressively, He who arched the heavens and upholds the universe, has His decrees legibly written upon the frontlet of every human being, and upon demons incarnate." 1 then consoled him by saying, "He died for you and me and all mankind. Trust in His mercy." How impressive are his words in "The Eaven:" 1* there is there balm in (iileud? tell me tell me, I implore! EDGAR ALLAN POE. 73 THE KAVEN. * * * * * Open here I. flung the shutier, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not a minute stopped or stayed he, But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door Perched, and sat. and nothing more. But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour Nothing farther then he uttered;^ not a feather then he fluttered Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." Then the bird said "Nevermore." 74 EDGAR ALLAN POE. " Prophet !" said I, u thing of evil ! prophet still, if bird or devil !- Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate vet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted tell me truly, I implore Is there is there balm in Gilead? tell me tell me, I implore!" Quoth the Raven, Nevermore." And the Raven, never Hitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon s that is dreaming And the lamp-light o er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor ; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted nevermore! I here add my testimony to the fact that POE did recognize the one Supreme Being, who holds in His merciful hand the destiny of all. Hear his own deathless words : Father, I firmly do believe 1 know, for death who comes for me From regions of the blest afar, Where there is nothing to deceive, Hath left his iron gates ajar ; And rays of truth you cannot see Are flashing thro eternity." The glassy eyes rolled back ; there was a sudden tremor, and the immortal soul of EDGAR ALLAN POE was borne swiftly away to the spirit world. EDGAK ALLAN POE, 75 TOLLING BELLS. The bells ! Ah, the bells ! The heavy iron bells ! Hear the tolling of the bells ! Hear the knells ! How horrible a monody there floats From their throats From their deep-toned throats ! How I shudder at the notes From the melancholy throats Of the bells, bells, bells Of the bells. NOTE. The original draft of the poem, " The Bells," when first pub lished contained eighteen lines, eleven of which we select for our pur pose, being appropriate and significant. We are enabled so to do by the courtesy of Mr. John \V. Sartain, who published the original poem as it was first written. 76 EDGAR ALLAN POE, After POE S death his body received the usual care and attention. He was clothed with a suit of black, a white cravat, and a collar about his neck. It may be of interest to the readers to know how this suit of black was obtained. I therefore take pleasure in re cording the facts and giving credit to whom credit is due. A resident student at the hos pital named George McCalpin, from Ala bama, gave the pants ; Albert Grey, a stu dent from Leesburg, Va,, gave the coat ; the writer a vest, neckcloth, etc. His coffin was a plain one. To hide it from the gaze of his numerous visitors and to avoid unpleas ant criticism, my wife, with a few ladies in the neighborhood assisting her, made a very neat muslin covering for it. This was spread over it and the body laid thereon. At night its folds served as a covering for his person. The coffin, as I have said, was a plain one, simple in structure, void of cushion for his head, and without lining, plated handles, or plate for his name. The material of which it w^as made was not what it appeared to be. It represented walnut, but it was not ; it was simply a poplar coffin, stained to imitate walnut. I was not able then, out of my limited means, to furnish a better one. This EDGAR ALLAN POE, 77 I paid for out of my own purse, as you will learn from the certificate of the undertaker who made it. U.vi/n.MoitK, December i This is to certify that 1 made thecotiin for the body of KDGAK ALLAX POK, and furnished the same by order of Dr. J. ,1. Moran, the resident physician of the Washington Kniversity Hospital, on Broadway, Balti more City, for which he paid me out of his own pocket. I was em ployed as the undertaker for the institution during the time he had charge of the same, which was upward of six years. 1 made it out of poplar wood and stained it in imitation of walnut. 1 IJKDKKICK T. NKMtTII, Witness: Undertaker. WILLIAM .) AS. DEW. My heart was in it. 1 furnished him the best nursing- and attendance that the house could afford, and paid the hackman s fare who brought him ; and up to this time I have not received a dime for it. I may be excused for being so specific in my statements. I do so to place myself properly before the public. It w r as not a charity hospital ; my support depended alone upon the receipts of the house, and not one came forward to repre sent POE or to look after his welfare. He was sent there by some one unknown to me, and as yet unknown. The patients or their friends paid the usual charge in ad vance. But there was no one at that day to care for POE. He was friendless and penni less. Nor did any one ever pay a single 7S EDGAR ALLAN POE. penny for his expenses while in my care. Yet it gave me pleasure to have the distin guished poet in my charge, and I was proud of the honor. His body was laid in state in the large room in the rotunda of the college building a I joining the hospital, where it remained from the 7th to the 9th of October. Hun dreds of his acquaintances and friends came to see him. At least fifty ladies received a lock of his hair, the attendants waiting upon them. It is generally received and believed that he was brought to the hospital in the night, and died before morning; and it is reported to have been an unknown, out- of-the-way hospital; that he was hid away in the dark, visitors not being allowed to see him, and was treated in all respects as a poor castaway. A certain biographer has recently written that u POE was four days in a fit of delirium before he died ;" and his cousin, Nielson Poe, is reported by this same writer to have said that he, Judge Poe, called to see him, but he was in such wild delirium that admission was refused; that he sent changes of linen, etc., to add to his comfort. I take this opportunity to assert that both statements are utterly untrue and without the slightest foundation. EDGAR ALLAN POE, 79 Much has been said and written with, re gard to the great occasion of the dedication of the POE -monument, on November 17, 1875, twenty-six years after the death of the poet, together with the names of the distin guished persons present, and who took part in the ceremonies, all of whom are justly entitled to much praise. I desire to refer to a very touching inci dent that occurred at the time and which now conies to my mind with great force. At the tomb of the poet on that memorable occasion, when nearly all had left the sacred precinct now wrapped in silence, a venera ble form, clothed in black and having the appearance of a prelate or minister in sacred things, was seen leaning upon the base of the shaft, apparently in deep devotion. The scene was most impressive, and the effect so decided upon the observer, who was a friend to the stranger, that he has put it in verse, several stanzas of which we give place to as a fitting memorial to the dead poet. The stranger was none other than Father Abra ham J. Ryan, the poet-priest. A stranger stood beside a tomb, I [is manly form bent low, The tenant of the tomb, in life Was EDGAR ALLAN POK. 80 EDGAR ALLAN POE. Was ho a brother who had come, Fraternal tears to shed. And with commingled love and pride Claim kin with the buried dead? Or one. on whom, by chance the dead Had only simply smil d, Who now would turn aside the veil That hides this wayward child? O, no ! tis strange to say the stranger The sleeper never knew, Though his tears have fallen in pearly chains, Like drops of " Ilennon s dew." But now ! the Ritual is read, And the Requiem is sung, At once by poet, priest and sasre, With inspiration s tongue. Ilenee, this tomb shall be an altar, Where slander once held feast, And genius consecrated, Claims lirst the "poet-priest." On October 9, 1849, when the body of POE was consigned to the grave, the solemn and impressive services, together with the namor of those present and the clergyman who officiated, Eev. W, T.I). Clemm, were made known to the public. But a link has always been wanting to make this part of POE S his tory complete. From whence was his body taken ( At wha.t hour did it leave the hos pital ? Did any one feel sufficient interest in the poet to follow his remains to the grave? EDGAR ALLAN FOE. 81 It is my privilege to furnish this link and to make this part of the poetfs history com plete. A hearse and hack were sent to the hospital for the body of POE. They arrived about 2,30 o clock P. M. The body with the following attendants left the hospital at 3 o^clock: First among them was POE S most ardent admirer, Delosia Gill, Esq., brother of George M. Gill, Esq., Baltimore; then came Professor Dupey, teacher of French ; Thos. Adams, president New York Life Insurance Company ; Mr. Herring, a relative ; Samuel Leakin, son of ex-Mayor Leakin ; Dr. Thos. Tebbs, Dr. John Johns, the Drs. Dilliard, Dr. Brerwood, and Dr. Grey, from the institution and Virginia ; George McCalpin, from Ala bama; Dr. Wm. M. Cullen, Wm. Bishop, steward of the house ; and I think Dr. Large, Dr. Taylor, and at least a dozen students of the college were in the funeral cortege. The day was most unpleasant; a cold, cheerless one, accompanied by a cold, drizzly rain, nearly all day. Of the sympathizing- friends and mourners present on the occasion, many were men of culture and of note ; but of all those who composed the throng and mingled their tears over the dead, none bore in their hearts the poignant sorrow and grief c 82 EDGAR ALLAN POE. of one who was absent, and the depth of whose tenderness and affection could not be estimated by mortal mind. I refer to the mother-in-law of the poet, Mrs. Maria Clemm. Soon after his death, as requested by the poet, I communicated to this lady the sad intelligence, to which she replied in strains of the deepest sorrow, thanking me for the attention I had bestowed, as will be seen by reference to her letter now published in this volume. The appearance of the dead poet had not materially changed; his face was calm and placid; a smile seemed to play around his mouth, and all who gazed upon him remarked how natural he looked ; so much so, indeed, that it seemed as though he only slept. \ y ( >E was a handsome mm and was usually dressed in black. His head Avas exquisitely modelled ; his forehead very prominent and largely developed, its measurement corre sponding to that of Napoleon Bonaparte, a cast of which was then in my possession ; his skin was fair ; his hair was raven black and inclined to curl ; his teeth were perfect ; his eyes were brownish grey, large and full; his weight about 145 pounds; height, five EDGAR ALLAN POE. h feet ten inches ; his hands were as delicate as a woman s. His whole appearance gave signs of the highest birth and pedigree. Never shall we be permitted to look upon his equal again. He was one among the greatest of nature s poets, blessed with a tran scendent genius above any of his contempo raries. He was a most affectionate hus band and son. A kind and affectionate word from his wife or mother-in-law melted his sensitive nature to tears, and when his wife was buried, he spent whole nights in anguish at her grave. She was his dear " Lenore." Unlike the Roman orator over the dead Caesar, we come to cast laurels at the grave of the distinguished dead poet, and to join the great throng- in ascriptions of praise to his genius. ^ Tbongb cloud and shadow rest upon thy story. And rude hands lift, tin- drapery of thv pall, Time as a birth-riuht. shall restore thy glory, And /;-///// rekindle all the st irs that fall. I disparage my ability to express in fitting terms the marvelous gifts of this singular man. In the galaxy of great names that adorn the literature of our country, none is more radiant with the splendors of true 84 EDGAR ALLAN POE. genius than that of POE. By the impartial verdict of all fair-minded men, and by the sober and dispassionate judgment of eminent scholars and critics in both hemispheres, the legacy of letters left to the world by this child of song and sorrow entitles him to the lasting gratitude of mankind, and the crown of imperishable fame. EDGAR ALLAN POE. 85 THE BELLS. Hear the sledges with the bells Silver hells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight ; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic, rhyme, To the tintinabnlation that so musically wells From the bells, hells. Mis. bolls. Bells, hells, bells- From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. n. Hear the mellow wedding bells. ( i olden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells. Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight ! From the molten-golden notes. And all in tune. What M liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon ! Oh, from out the sounding cells. What n gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells ! How it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells. Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells ! 86 EDGAR ALLAN POE. in. Hear the loud alarum bells Bra/en hells ! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, < hit of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the tire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire, Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor Now now to sit or never. By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the hells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells ( )f I )espair ! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and Hows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In tin- jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, Bv the -inking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, hells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells- Iu the clamor and the clangor of the bells! IV. Hear the tolling of the bells Iron bells ! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! EDGAR ALLAN POE, 87 In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Js a groan. And the people ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling 1 , tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman Thev are neither brute nor human They are ( i IK nils: And their king it is who tolls ; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A pu an from the bells! And his merry bosom s\\cll> With the p;ean of the hells! And lie dances, and he yells; Keeping time. time. time. In a sort of Runic rhyme. To the pa>an of the bells - Of the bells; Keeping time, time, time. In a sort of Runic rhyme. To the throbbing of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells To the sobbing of the bells; Keeping time, time, time, As he knells, knells, knell.-. In a happy Runic rhyme, To the rolling of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells To the tolling of the bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells- Bells, bells, bells To the moaning and the groaning of the bells. 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