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THE WASHINGTON TIMES SFXDAY JTJEY 5 190B
THE TRUE HISTORY Or EDGAR ALLAN POE CHILD OE DESTINY
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House Once Occupied by the Widow Meagher An Old Haunt of Poes Poe Was Born in This House House in Which Poe Wrote The Bells1 J
His Birthplace and the Janner of His sad DeathTraditions That ProveHim to Have Been theVictim of Circumstances-His Immortal VerseThe
Written During aVisit to Baltimore-
By ELIZABETH ELLICOTT POE
malevolent spirit of destinykeeps watch and ward over
ways of human genius wasthe tutalarjr angel of Edgar Allan PoefronTtheTJradle to the grave
he turned there was the Iron decree which while separating him fromthe mass rendered him miserably unhappy Never was man more blessedwith biographers who were In the majority of cases selfappointed than Ed-
gar Allan Poe And each with hardlyan exception has been guilty of minor ormajor misstatements From Griswold toHarrison they either rtfake the oddstatement that the place of birth orlineage is immaterial to tho poeticmakeup or say with a hidden air ofapology that Poes grandfather was aVirginia wheelwright who ground out thevery wheels that Edgar is credited withcarrying In his head
Now with our friend Bobbie Burns itdoes not matter overmuch about therank and even loss about the guineastamp A mans a man for a thatBut no one will deny least of all Inthese days of Daughters of the AmericanRevolution and feverish search Into thegraves and secrets of our forefathersthe virtue of having ancestors whofrom the common ground of the peopleperformed some act that elevated themto posts above their fellows for thatis how the primitive titles and nameswere earned by sheer merit
The name Poe which is an Americancorruption of De La Poor or Le Poor
old Italian one antedating the nameof the Rivor Po which followed the an-
cient spelling of the family it was namedfor The family like other AngloNorman settlors in Ireland passed throughNormandy from Italy and thencethrough England and Wales into Irelandwhere for a long period they retainedhereditary Italian traitsof the family were found in Ireland asearly as 1327 but now the name was inGallic form Lc Poor Where was EdgarPoe born I have boon shown the housein Norfolk Va where ho came into theworld Bostonians have assured mewith an awful emphasis that his firstworldly home was In their quaint townbut as a matter of fact Maryland notMassachusetts or Virginia can Justlyclaim tho weird poet of the night asher own
In January 1S09 the Hopkins Theat-
rical Company of which the poetsparents wore members was filling anengagement at tho Holliday Street Ths-
atcr Baltimore a famous playhousewhere the best talent of the early partof the nineteenth century performed andwhich was the first theater in the UnitedStates to bo lighted by gas On theevening of the nlnteonth of the monthEdgar the second child of David andElizabeth Poo was born in a boardinghouse at No 9 Front Street Baltimoretwo doors from tho shot tower Theplace was kept by a Mrs Beard who
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afterward asserted that she had to pro-
vide clothes for the little stranger Thehouse Is now utilized as a German drink-ing saloon and this spot where loversof The Raven and The Bells shouldworship and revere is now desecrated bytho clinking of beer glasses and thehilarity of their devotees Boston saysPoe was born in that city on that event-
ful night which meant much for Ameri-
can literature But the Hub of theUniverse must grant that many a poethas never breathed the combined fragrance of cod and salt air from herclassic back bay
The Infant Edgar was seen by members of the Poe family when he was buta day and a halt old and on such occasions and aunts are notapt to be mistaken There is everyproof of his Baltimore birth The
Baltimore Sun in commenting on hisdeath says Mr Poe we believe was anative of this town Baltimore Thereseems to have been no question of itduring his lifetime it only arose whenhis fame was assured and othor citiesawaking to realization of his merit de-
manded a share of the spoils The worldknows the history of his life until histragic death He was not as much avictim of drink as a victim of circum-stance Old friends and neighborsmothorInlaw teachers and boyhoodand college mates have refuted thisfabrication There is a legend in ourfamily that stimulant in the lightestform would excite him and act almostInstantly on hls nerves A cup of cof-
fee has been known to have the effect ofliquor His Raven was not writtenwhile in the madness of delirium trem-
ens No delirium tremens does not havethat effect If it did how many poets ofnowadays would gladly indulge in fieryliquors In the effort to also write a
Raven or an equal masterpieceAddicted to the use of liquor he may
pave boon but he was not known as adrunkard during his lifetime To be unfortunate Is not to be evil To my mindthe quality of evil is never to be applied-to the unfortunate Their actions areboyond their own volition They toowould be honorable but craving denies them this privilege CrimeIs a moral starvation that should benursed and fed until tho spirit reborninto life casts away the crust of crimeand grasps the loaf of rectitude
The Bells that haunting bit of wordmelody was not the inspiration of MrsWhitman but a Baltimore poem written
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in one of those periodical visits to Bal-
timore after the death of Virginia whenwith an Inborn love of the Marylandcity he would return to the Joyhauntedretreats of youth and manhood Thehouse where this famous poem waswritten still stands and a visit to itlast week awoke many reminiscencesfrom Its occupants Judge Guiles whowas Poes host that memorable nightwhen the wild resonant music of thesleighbells awoke like music in thepoets heart is dead The room Poequitted eo quietly after the divine fireleft him is still utilized as a law oHcoand strange to say is occupied by thegrandnephew of Judge Guiles A ParlettLoyd a pension attorney of
Near Hollingsford Street on PrattStreet It was not difficult to locate theoyster shop of Widow Meaghers whoretho prize story The Gold Bug waswritten on top of an oyster barrel for adesk and with the noises of outgoing andincoming customers powerless to disturbthe sublime flow of Poes inspirationTrue to tradition the place Is still agroggery but how surprised the presenthabitues would probably be if they knowwho had preceded them In frequentingthe quaint tavern The circumstances ofthe drugging of Poe have ever beenshrouded in mystery No one could tollthem but Poe himself and members ofthe Plug Uglles gang They were mem-
bers of a secret society and tholr lipswore therefore sealed The poet neverregained consciousness long enough torelate the truth The tales of besottedmen have no value for in all proba-bility they were not thought of untilafter years had rendered any storyplausible Family tradition and recordshowever have this authentic version ofthe finding of Poe on the night of October 3 1849
My grandfather a first cousin of thepoet was passing down Baltimore Streeton the nIght of the 3d of October whenhe saw lying under the steps of the oldBaltimore Museum corner of Baltimoreand Calvert Streets a man in what hethought was a drunken stupor It waselection night and his first thought wasthat It was someone overcome with theindulgence of the day Pity for the unfortunate caused him to bend over theman when to his amazement he sawIt was his cousin Edgar Quickly sending a messenger to Nollabn Poe anothercousin who lived near he took a car-riage and placing the still unconsciouspoet in It took him to the Washington
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University Hospital now the ChurchHomo on North Broadway For overthroe days the doctors worked
to at least restore him to con-
sciousness but in vain Tho case wasdiagnosed as drug poisoning and ex-
posure and combined with a weak heartproved fatal On Sunday morning Octo-
ber 7 as the Angelus was ringing all-
over the city his passed with themusic of the bolls out Into the surgingsea of death Followed to the end by
his atfendunt guardian his taut wordshave been reported how accurately I
cannot say Would to God someonewould blow my damned out
Tho following day a little funeral trainwont through the city of Baltimore Noone turned to look after it and yet itwas the Monumental Citys most giftedson thus going to his long rest Not abell tolled except perhaps those hellsof fancy ho had immortalized ReachingWestminster ohurohyard where his an
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castors were buried he was placed inan open grave in lot 27 by the side otDavid Poe hIs grandfather the
patriot The committal servicewas road by the Rev W D Clemm adistant relative of Virginia ClemmEven in death the silence ho craved wasdenied him for the noises of the citysurge outside the gates but they do notmar the pence of the grave
In after years the providedby the family being destroyed Miss SaraSlgourney Rico principal of the WesternFemale High School having her
aroused by his neglected gravecollected funds for a small monumentunder which ho was reintorred with
and Mrs Clemm with Imposingceremonies and In tho presence of alargo crowd In 1875
Poor Edgar Poe tho world saysHow poor The rewards the pleasuresof genius lie in the soul of genius ItselfWhat does it matter what the worldthinks Its afterremorse is enough
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I A By EDGAR AUANPQE r IVPRANHow shall the burial rite be read
The solemn song be sungThe requiem for the loveliest dead
That ever died so young
Her friends are gazing on herAnd on her gaudy bier
And to dishonorDead beauty with a tear
They loved her for her wealthAnd they hated her for her
But she feeble healthAnd they love her that she died
They tell me while they speakOf her costly brolderd pall
That my voice Is growing weakThat I should not sing at all
Or that my tone should beTuned to such solemn song
So mournfully so mournfullyThat the dead may feel no wrong
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Head an Oyster BarrelUsed as a Desk UponWhich was Indited theGreat Puzzle Story ofThe Gold Bug Bur-
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tributo to genius XOh if he would return we would recognize his greatnessBut tho answer true to humanityas ever Ye have Moses and the proph-ets how would you believe ORe whoreturned dead1riTti
of Edgar Allan Poe sold for mererHtances are veritable totholr present fortunate owners the
who disowned his father are proudre claim his son and the literati of thisand foreign countries have no HesitancyIn ranking him as one of the AmericanImmortals
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Therefore to thee this night-I will no requiem raise
But waft thee on thy flightWith a Paean of old days
LAW OF THE CONSERVATION-OF ENERGY IN LARGE CITIES
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see those people picking up
cans John said Mrs
who was a Yore deVere I wonder why they do It
Tho big slxtyhorsepowcr Mors carwas sweeping on past one of the
dumps where the ashes of the citysfires are thrown Those people willsell the cans to old rag and bone menwho in turn pass them on to large factories in New York There tho tincans are made never guess
it my for elevators andwindow sashes said old Glennan whostarted In life as newsboy and is agraduate of the University of HardKnocks
Mr Glennan is right even though whatho says sounds suspiciously like afairy tale Tin cans arc put to otherpurposes besides quick lunches forgoats and persuaders for tho lucklesssmall dog When the cans are deliver-ed at the foundry they aro piled upunder a hood of iron which tapersinto a chimney They are thensprinkled with oil and set afire Theheat consumes the labels homes thedirt and melts the soldering Tho sold-ering Is collected washed molted againand cast Into ingots which are sold
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But she is gone aboveWith young Hope at her
And I am drunk with loveOf the dead who is my bride
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Of the dead dead who liesAll perfumed thore
With the death upon her eyesAnd the life upon her haIr
Thus on the coffin loud and long
I strike the murmur sentThrough the gray chambers to my song
Shall be the accompaniment
Thou dledst in thy lifes JuneBut thou didst not die too fair
Thou didst not die too soonNor with too calm an air
From more than friends on earthThy life and love are rlven
To join the untainted mirthOf more than thrones in heaven
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the sheets of tin are straightenedand bound into bundles They are sold
wonderful to say to the trunkmakers who reenforce tho cornors of Saratogas with them So that the can fromwhich Mrs Wiggs ate her tomatoes reappears in social circles as the guardian of Mrs Chatfleld ChatfleldTayloratrunk at Naples or the Gorman spas
Buttoomakers briy the strips of tinaud vac them for the discs out of whichclothcovered battens are made ThusGotrox may upon his silklinedPrince Albert the very tin which DustyRhodes cast aside as he passed theash heap
The other machinemade cans areloaded into carts and taken to thocupola which Is a big fed
with cans and by turns When thetin is heated to liquid form and thoslag skimmed off the metal is pouredoff into molds in the form of weightsThese weights round and smoothand when broken off shew crystals
like the spokes of a wheelThe next tune you ride in nn eleva-
tor my dear snld oW Gleanan thinkhow beside the liftboyhave worked to take you to tine bargainfloorMy dear John why do you tell mesuch things Goof Eii iyuj how verycoarse
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