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the works of edgar allan poe
by edgar allan poe
the raven edition
contents
preface
life of poe
death of poe
the unparalleled adventures of one hans pfaall
the gold-bug
four beasts in one—the homo-cameleopard
the murders in the rue morgue
the mystery of marie roget .(*1)
the balloon-hoax
ms . found in a bottle
the oval portrait
edgar allan poe
an appreciation
caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
of “never—never more !
this stanza from “the raven was recommended by james russell
lowell as an inscription upon the baltimore monument which marks
the resting place of edgar allan poe , the most interesting and
original figure in american letters . and , to signify that
peculiar musical quality of poe’s genius which inthralls every
reader , mr . lowell suggested this additional verse , from the
“haunted palace :
and all with pearl and ruby glowing
was the fair palace door ,
through which came flowing , flowing , flowing ,
and sparkling ever more ,
a troop of echoes , whose sweet duty
was but to sing ,
in voices of surpassing beauty ,
the wit and wisdom of their king .
born in poverty at boston , january 19 , 1809 , dying under painful
circumstances at baltimore , october 7 , 1849 , his whole literary
career of scarcely fifteen years a pitiful struggle for mere
subsistence , his memory malignantly misrepresented by his
earliest biographer , griswold , how completely has truth at last
routed falsehood and how magnificently has poe come into his own .
for “the raven , first published in 1845 , and , within a few
months , read , recited and parodied wherever the english language
was spoken , the half-starved poet received $10 ! less than a year
later his brother poet , n . p . willis , issued this touching appeal
to the admirers of genius on behalf of the neglected author , his
dying wife and her devoted mother , then living under very
straitened circumstances in a little cottage at fordham , n . y . :
“here is one of the finest scholars , one of the most original men
of genius , and one of the most industrious of the literary
profession of our country , whose temporary suspension of labor ,
from bodily illness , drops him immediately to a level with the
common objects of public charity . there is no intermediate
stopping-place , no respectful shelter , where , with the delicacy
due to genius and culture , he might secure aid , till , with
returning health , he would resume his labors , and his unmortified
sense of independence .
and this was the tribute paid by the american public to the
master who had given to it such tales of conjuring charm , of
witchery and mystery as “the fall of the house of usher and
“ligeia ; such fascinating hoaxes as “the unparalleled adventure
of hans pfaall , “mss . found in a bottle , “a descent into a
maelstrom and “the balloon-hoax ; such tales of conscience as
“william wilson , “the black cat and “the tell-tale heart ,
wherein the retributions of remorse are portrayed with an awful
fidelity ; such tales of natural beauty as “the island of the fay
and “the domain of arnheim ; such marvellous studies in
ratiocination as the “gold-bug , “the murders in the rue morgue ,
“the purloined letter and “the mystery of marie roget , the
latter , a recital of fact , demonstrating the author’s wonderful
capability of correctly analyzing the mysteries of the human
mind ; such tales of illusion and banter as “the premature burial
and “the system of dr . tarr and professor fether ; such bits of
extravaganza as “the devil in the belfry and “the angel of the
odd ; such tales of adventure as “the narrative of arthur gordon
pym ; such papers of keen criticism and review as won for poe the
enthusiastic admiration of charles dickens , although they made
him many enemies among the over-puffed minor american writers so
mercilessly exposed by him ; such poems of beauty and melody as
“the bells , “the haunted palace , “tamerlane , “the city in the
sea and “the raven . what delight for the jaded senses of the
reader is this enchanted domain of wonder-pieces ! what an
atmosphere of beauty , music , color ! what resources of
imagination , construction , analysis and absolute art ! one might
almost sympathize with sarah helen whitman , who , confessing to a
half faith in the old superstition of the significance of
anagrams , found , in the transposed letters of edgar poe’s name ,
the words “a god-peer . his mind , she says , was indeed a “haunted
palace , echoing to the footfalls of angels and demons .
“no man , poe himself wrote , “has recorded , no man has dared to
record , the wonders of his inner life .
in these twentieth century days—of lavish recognition—artistic ,
popular and material—of genius , what rewards might not a poe
claim !
edgar’s father , a son of general david poe , the american
revolutionary patriot and friend of lafayette , had married mrs .
hopkins , an english actress , and , the match meeting with parental
disapproval , had himself taken to the stage as a profession .
notwithstanding mrs . poe’s beauty and talent the young couple had
a sorry struggle for existence . when edgar , at the age of two
years , was orphaned , the family was in the utmost destitution .
apparently the future poet was to be cast upon the world homeless
and friendless . but fate decreed that a few glimmers of sunshine
were to illumine his life , for the little fellow was adopted by
john allan , a wealthy merchant of richmond , va . a brother and
sister , the remaining children , were cared for by others .
in his new home edgar found all the luxury and advantages money
could provide . he was petted , spoiled and shown off to strangers .
in mrs . allan he found all the affection a childless wife could
bestow . mr . allan took much pride in the captivating , precocious
lad . at the age of five the boy recited , with fine effect ,
passages of english poetry to the visitors at the allan house .
from his eighth to his thirteenth year he attended the manor
house school , at stoke-newington , a suburb of london . it was the
rev . dr . bransby , head of the school , whom poe so quaintly
portrayed in “william wilson . returning to richmond in 1820
edgar was sent to the school of professor joseph h . clarke . he
proved an apt pupil . years afterward professor clarke thus wrote :
“while the other boys wrote mere mechanical verses , poe wrote
genuine poetry ; the boy was a born poet . as a scholar he was
ambitious to excel . he was remarkable for self-respect , without
haughtiness . he had a sensitive and tender heart and would do
anything for a friend . his nature was entirely free from
selfishness .
at the age of seventeen poe entered the university of virginia at
charlottesville . he left that institution after one session .
official records prove that he was not expelled . on the contrary ,
he gained a creditable record as a student , although it is
admitted that he contracted debts and had “an ungovernable
passion for card-playing . these debts may have led to his
quarrel with mr . allan which eventually compelled him to make his
own way in the world .
early in 1827 poe made his first literary venture . he induced
calvin thomas , a poor and youthful printer , to publish a small
volume of his verses under the title “tamerlane and other poems .
in 1829 we find poe in baltimore with another manuscript volume
of verses , which was soon published . its title was “al aaraaf ,
tamerlane and other poems . neither of these ventures seems to
have attracted much attention .
soon after mrs . allan’s death , which occurred in 1829 , poe ,
through the aid of mr . allan , secured admission to the united
states military academy at west point . any glamour which may have
attached to cadet life in poe’s eyes was speedily lost , for
discipline at west point was never so severe nor were the
accommodations ever so poor . poe’s bent was more and more toward
literature . life at the academy daily became increasingly
distasteful . soon he began to purposely neglect his studies and
to disregard his duties , his aim being to secure his dismissal
from the united states service . in this he succeeded . on march 7 ,
1831 , poe found himself free . mr . allan’s second marriage had
thrown the lad on his own resources . his literary career was to
begin .
poe’s first genuine victory was won in 1833 , when he was the
successful competitor for a prize of $100 offered by a baltimore
periodical for the best prose story . “a mss . found in a bottle
was the winning tale . poe had submitted six stories in a volume .
“our only difficulty , says mr . latrobe , one of the judges , “was
in selecting from the rich contents of the volume .
during the fifteen years of his literary life poe was connected
with various newspapers and magazines in richmond , philadelphia
and new york . he was faithful , punctual , industrious , thorough .
n . p . willis , who for some time employed poe as critic and
sub-editor on the “evening mirror , wrote thus :
“with the highest admiration for poe’s genius , and a willingness
to let it alone for more than ordinary irregularity , we were led
by common report to expect a very capricious attention to his
duties , and occasionally a scene of violence and difficulty . time
went on , however , and he was invariably punctual and industrious .
we saw but one presentiment of the man—a quiet , patient ,
industrious and most gentlemanly person .
“we heard , from one who knew him well (what should be stated in
all mention of his lamentable irregularities) , that with a single
glass of wine his whole nature was reversed , the demon became
uppermost , and , though none of the usual signs of intoxication
were visible , his will was palpably insane . in this reversed
character , we repeat , it was never our chance to meet him .
on september 22 , 1835 , poe married his cousin , virginia clemm , in
baltimore . she had barely turned thirteen years , poe himself was
but twenty-six . he then was a resident of richmond and a regular
contributor to the “southern literary messenger . it was not
until a year later that the bride and her widowed mother followed
him thither .
poe’s devotion to his child-wife was one of the most beautiful
features of his life . many of his famous poetic productions were
inspired by her beauty and charm . consumption had marked her for
its victim , and the constant efforts of husband and mother were
to secure for her all the comfort and happiness their slender
means permitted . virginia died january 30 , 1847 , when but
twenty-five years of age . a friend of the family pictures the
death-bed scene—mother and husband trying to impart warmth to her
by chafing her hands and her feet , while her pet cat was suffered
to nestle upon her bosom for the sake of added warmth .
these verses from “annabel lee , written by poe in 1849 , the last
year of his life , tell of his sorrow at the loss of his
child-wife :
_i_ was a child and _she_ was a child ,
in a kingdom by the sea ;
but we loved with a love that was more than love—
i and my annabel lee ;
with a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
coveted her and me .
and this was the reason that , long ago ,
in this kingdom by the sea .
a wind blew out of a cloud , chilling
my beautiful annabel lee ;
so that her high-born kinsmen came
and bore her away from me ,
to shut her up in a sepulchre
in this kingdom by the sea .
poe was connected at various times and in various capacities with
the “southern literary messenger in richmond , va . ; “graham’s
magazine and the “gentleman’s magazine in philadelphia ; the
“evening mirror , the “broadway journal , and “godey’s lady’s
book in new york . everywhere poe’s life was one of unremitting
toil . no tales and poems were ever produced at a greater cost of
brain and spirit .
poe’s initial salary with the “southern literary messenger , to
which he contributed the first drafts of a number of his
best-known tales , was $10 a week ! two years later his salary was
but $600 a year . even in 1844 , when his literary reputation was
established securely , he wrote to a friend expressing his
pleasure because a magazine to which he was to contribute had
agreed to pay him $20 monthly for two pages of criticism .
those were discouraging times in american literature , but poe
never lost faith . he was finally to triumph wherever pre-eminent
talents win admirers . his genius has had no better description
than in this stanza from william winter’s poem , read at the
dedication exercises of the actors’ monument to poe , may 4 , 1885 ,
in new york :
he was the voice of beauty and of woe ,
passion and mystery and the dread unknown ;
pure as the mountains of perpetual snow ,
cold as the icy winds that round them moan ,
dark as the caves wherein earth’s thunders groan ,
wild as the tempests of the upper sky ,
sweet as the faint , far-off celestial tone of angel whispers ,
fluttering from on high ,
and tender as love’s tear when youth and beauty die .
in the two and a half score years that have elapsed since poe’s
death he has come fully into his own . for a while griswold’s
malignant misrepresentations colored the public estimate of poe
as man and as writer . but , thanks to j . h . ingram , w . f . gill ,
eugene didier , sarah helen whitman and others these scandals have
been dispelled and poe is seen as he actually was—not as a man
without failings , it is true , but as the finest and most original
genius in american letters . as the years go on his fame
increases . his works have been translated into many foreign
languages . his is a household name in france and england—in fact ,
the latter nation has often uttered the reproach that poe’s own
country has been slow to appreciate him . but that reproach , if it
ever was warranted , certainly is untrue .
w . h . r .
edgar allan poe
by james russell lowell
the situation of american literature is anomalous . it has no
centre , or , if it have , it is like that of the sphere of hermes .
it is divided into many systems , each revolving round its several
suns , and often presenting to the rest only the faint glimmer of
a milk-and-water way . our capital city , unlike london or paris ,
is not a great central heart from which life and vigor radiate to
the extremities , but resembles more an isolated umbilicus stuck
down as near as may be to the centre of the land , and seeming
rather to tell a legend of former usefulness than to serve any
present need . boston , new york , philadelphia , each has its
literature almost more distinct than those of the different
dialects of germany ; and the young queen of the west has also one
of her own , of which some articulate rumor barely has reached us
dwellers by the atlantic .
perhaps there is no task more difficult than the just criticism
of contemporary literature . it is even more grateful to give
praise where it is needed than where it is deserved , and
friendship so often seduces the iron stylus of justice into a
vague flourish , that she writes what seems rather like an epitaph
than a criticism . yet if praise be given as an alms , we could not
drop so poisonous a one into any man’s hat . the critic’s ink may
suffer equally from too large an infusion of nutgalls or of
sugar . but it is easier to be generous than to be just , and we
might readily put faith in that fabulous direction to the hiding
place of truth , did we judge from the amount of water which we
usually find mixed with it .
remarkable experiences are usually confined to the inner life of
imaginative men , but mr . poe’s biography displays a vicissitude
and peculiarity of interest such as is rarely met with . the
offspring of a romantic marriage , and left an orphan at an early
age , he was adopted by mr . allan , a wealthy virginian , whose
barren marriage-bed seemed the warranty of a large estate to the
young poet .
having received a classical education in england , he returned
home and entered the university of virginia , where , after an
extravagant course , followed by reformation at the last
extremity , he was graduated with the highest honors of his class .
then came a boyish attempt to join the fortunes of the insurgent
greeks , which ended at st . petersburg , where he got into
difficulties through want of a passport , from which he was
rescued by the american consul and sent home . he now entered the
military academy at west point , from which he obtained a
dismissal on hearing of the birth of a son to his adopted father ,
by a second marriage , an event which cut off his expectations as
an heir . the death of mr . allan , in whose will his name was not
mentioned , soon after relieved him of all doubt in this regard ,
and he committed himself at once to authorship for a support .
previously to this , however , he had published (in 1827) a small
volume of poems , which soon ran through three editions , and
excited high expectations of its author’s future distinction in
the minds of many competent judges .
that no certain augury can be drawn from a poet’s earliest
lispings there are instances enough to prove . shakespeare’s first
poems , though brimful of vigor and youth and picturesqueness ,
give but a very faint promise of the directness , condensation and
overflowing moral of his maturer works . perhaps , however ,
shakespeare is hardly a case in point , his “venus and adonis
having been published , we believe , in his twenty-sixth year .
milton’s latin verses show tenderness , a fine eye for nature , and
a delicate appreciation of classic models , but give no hint of
the author of a new style in poetry . pope’s youthful pieces have
all the sing-song , wholly unrelieved by the glittering malignity
and eloquent irreligion of his later productions . collins’ callow
namby-pamby died and gave no sign of the vigorous and original
genius which he afterward displayed . we have never thought that
the world lost more in the “marvellous boy , chatterton , than a
very ingenious imitator of obscure and antiquated dulness . where
he becomes original (as it is called) , the interest of ingenuity
ceases and he becomes stupid . kirke white’s promises were
indorsed by the respectable name of mr . southey , but surely with
no authority from apollo . they have the merit of a traditional
piety , which to our mind , if uttered at all , had been less
objectionable in the retired closet of a diary , and in the sober
raiment of prose . they do not clutch hold of the memory with the
drowning pertinacity of watts ; neither have they the interest of
his occasional simple , lucky beauty . burns having fortunately
been rescued by his humble station from the contaminating society
of the “best models , wrote well and naturally from the first .
had he been unfortunate enough to have had an educated taste , we
should have had a series of poems from which , as from his
letters , we could sift here and there a kernel from the mass of
chaff . coleridge’s youthful efforts give no promise whatever of
that poetical genius which produced at once the wildest ,
tenderest , most original and most purely imaginative poems of
modern times . byron’s “hours of idleness would never find a
reader except from an intrepid and indefatigable curiosity . in
wordsworth’s first preludings there is but a dim foreboding of
the creator of an era . from southey’s early poems , a safer augury
might have been drawn . they show the patient investigator , the
close student of history , and the unwearied explorer of the
beauties of predecessors , but they give no assurances of a man
who should add aught to stock of household words , or to the rarer
and more sacred delights of the fireside or the arbor . the
earliest specimens of shelley’s poetic mind already , also , give
tokens of that ethereal sublimation in which the spirit seems to
soar above the regions of words , but leaves its body , the verse ,
to be entombed , without hope of resurrection , in a mass of them .
cowley is generally instanced as a wonder of precocity . but his
early insipidities show only a capacity for rhyming and for the
metrical arrangement of certain conventional combinations of
words , a capacity wholly dependent on a delicate physical
organization , and an unhappy memory . an early poem is only
remarkable when it displays an effort of _reason ,_ and the rudest
verses in which we can trace some conception of the ends of
poetry , are worth all the miracles of smooth juvenile
versification . a school-boy , one would say , might acquire the
regular see-saw of pope merely by an association with the motion
of the play-ground tilt .
mr . poe’s early productions show that he could see through the
verse to the spirit beneath , and that he already had a feeling
that all the life and grace of the one must depend on and be
modulated by the will of the other . we call them the most
remarkable boyish poems that we have ever read . we know of none
that can compare with them for maturity of purpose , and a nice
understanding of the effects of language and metre . such pieces
are only valuable when they display what we can only express by
the contradictory phrase of _innate experience ._ we copy one of
the shorter poems , written when the author was only fourteen .
there is a little dimness in the filling up , but the grace and
symmetry of the outline are such as few poets ever attain . there
is a smack of ambrosia about it .
to helen
helen , thy beauty is to me
like those nicean barks of yore ,
that gently , o’er a perfumed sea ,
the weary , way-worn wanderer bore
to his own native shore .
on desperate seas long wont to roam ,
thy hyacinth hair , thy classic face ,
thy naiad airs have brought me home
to the glory that was greece
and the grandeur that was rome .
lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
how statue-like i see thee stand !
the agate lamp within thy hand ,
ah ! psyche , from the regions which
are holy land !
it is the tendency of the young poet that impresses us . here is
no “withering scorn , no heart “blighted ere it has safely got
into its teens , none of the drawing-room sansculottism which
byron had brought into vogue . all is limpid and serene , with a
pleasant dash of the greek helicon in it . the melody of the
whole , too , is remarkable . it is not of that kind which can be
demonstrated arithmetically upon the tips of the fingers . it is
of that finer sort which the inner ear alone _can_ estimate . it
seems simple , like a greek column , because of its perfection . in
a poem named “ligeia , under which title he intended to personify
the music of nature , our boy-poet gives us the following
exquisite picture :
ligeia ! ligeia !
my beautiful one ,
whose harshest idea
will to melody run ,
say , is it thy will ,
on the breezes to toss ,
or , capriciously still ,
like the lone albatross ,
incumbent on night ,
as she on the air ,
to keep watch with delight
on the harmony there ?
john neal , himself a man of genius , and whose lyre has been too
long capriciously silent , appreciated the high merit of these and
similar passages , and drew a proud horoscope for their author .
mr . poe had that indescribable something which men have agreed to
call _genius_ . no man could ever tell us precisely what it is ,
and yet there is none who is not inevitably aware of its presence
and its power . let talent writhe and contort itself as it may , it
has no such magnetism . larger of bone and sinew it may be , but
the wings are wanting . talent sticks fast to earth , and its most
perfect works have still one foot of clay . genius claims kindred
with the very workings of nature herself , so that a sunset shall
seem like a quotation from dante , and if shakespeare be read in
the very presence of the sea itself , his verses shall but seem
nobler for the sublime criticism of ocean . talent may make
friends for itself , but only genius can give to its creations the
divine power of winning love and veneration . enthusiasm cannot
cling to what itself is unenthusiastic , nor will he ever have
disciples who has not himself impulsive zeal enough to be a
disciple . great wits are allied to madness only inasmuch as they
are possessed and carried away by their demon , while talent keeps
him , as paracelsus did , securely prisoned in the pommel of his
sword . to the eye of genius , the veil of the spiritual world is
ever rent asunder that it may perceive the ministers of good and
evil who throng continually around it . no man of mere talent ever
flung his inkstand at the devil .
when we say that mr . poe had genius , we do not mean to say that
he has produced evidence of the highest . but to say that he
possesses it at all is to say that he needs only zeal , industry ,
and a reverence for the trust reposed in him , to achieve the
proudest triumphs and the greenest laurels . if we may believe the
longinuses and aristotles of our newspapers , we have quite too
many geniuses of the loftiest order to render a place among them
at all desirable , whether for its hardness of attainment or its
seclusion . the highest peak of our parnassus is , according to
these gentlemen , by far the most thickly settled portion of the
country , a circumstance which must make it an uncomfortable
residence for individuals of a poetical temperament , if love of
solitude be , as immemorial tradition asserts , a necessary part of
their idiosyncrasy .
mr . poe has two of the prime qualities of genius , a faculty of
vigorous yet minute analysis , and a wonderful fecundity of
imagination . the first of these faculties is as needful to the
artist in words , as a knowledge of anatomy is to the artist in
colors or in stone . this enables him to conceive truly , to
maintain a proper relation of parts , and to draw a correct
outline , while the second groups , fills up and colors . both of
these mr . poe has displayed with singular distinctness in his
prose works , the last predominating in his earlier tales , and the
first in his later ones . in judging of the merit of an author ,
and assigning him his niche among our household gods , we have a
right to regard him from our own point of view , and to measure
him by our own standard . but , in estimating the amount of power
displayed in his works , we must be governed by his own design ,
and placing them by the side of his own ideal , find how much is
wanting . we differ from mr . poe in his opinions of the objects of
art . he esteems that object to be the creation of beauty , and
perhaps it is only in the definition of that word that we
disagree with him . but in what we shall say of his writings , we
shall take his own standard as our guide . the temple of the god
of song is equally accessible from every side , and there is room
enough in it for all who bring offerings , or seek in oracle .
in his tales , mr . poe has chosen to exhibit his power chiefly in
that dim region which stretches from the very utmost limits of
the probable into the weird confines of superstition and
unreality . he combines in a very remarkable manner two faculties
which are seldom found united ; a power of influencing the mind of
the reader by the impalpable shadows of mystery , and a minuteness
of detail which does not leave a pin or a button unnoticed . both
are , in truth , the natural results of the predominating quality
of his mind , to which we have before alluded , analysis . it is
this which distinguishes the artist . his mind at once reaches
forward to the effect to be produced . having resolved to bring
about certain emotions in the reader , he makes all subordinate
parts tend strictly to the common centre . even his mystery is
mathematical to his own mind . to him x is a known quantity all
along . in any picture that he paints he understands the chemical
properties of all his colors . however vague some of his figures
may seem , however formless the shadows , to him the outline is as
clear and distinct as that of a geometrical diagram . for this
reason mr . poe has no sympathy with mysticism . the mystic dwells
in the mystery , is enveloped with it ; it colors all his thoughts ;
it affects his optic nerve especially , and the commonest things
get a rainbow edging from it . mr . poe , on the other hand , is a
spectator _ab extra_ . he analyzes , he dissects , he watches
“with an eye serene ,
the very pulse of the machine ,
for such it practically is to him , with wheels and cogs and
piston-rods , all working to produce a certain end .
this analyzing tendency of his mind balances the poetical , and by
giving him the patience to be minute , enables him to throw a
wonderful reality into his most unreal fancies . a monomania he
paints with great power . he loves to dissect one of these cancers
of the mind , and to trace all the subtle ramifications of its
roots . in raising images of horror , also , he has strange success ,
conveying to us sometimes by a dusky hint some terrible _doubt_
which is the secret of all horror . he leaves to imagination the
task of finishing the picture , a task to which only she is
competent .
“for much imaginary work was there ;
conceit deceitful , so compact , so kind ,
that for achilles’ image stood his spear
grasped in an armed hand ; himself behind
was left unseen , save to the eye of mind .
besides the merit of conception , mr . poe’s writings have also
that of form .
his style is highly finished , graceful and truly classical . it
would be hard to find a living author who had displayed such
varied powers . as an example of his style we would refer to one
of his tales , “the house of usher , in the first volume of his
“tales of the grotesque and arabesque . it has a singular charm
for us , and we think that no one could read it without being
strongly moved by its serene and sombre beauty . had its author
written nothing else , it would alone have been enough to stamp
him as a man of genius , and the master of a classic style . in
this tale occurs , perhaps , the most beautiful of his poems .
the great masters of imagination have seldom resorted to the
vague and the unreal as sources of effect . they have not used
dread and horror alone , but only in combination with other
qualities , as means of subjugating the fancies of their readers .
the loftiest muse has ever a household and fireside charm about
her . mr . poe’s secret lies mainly in the skill with which he has
employed the strange fascination of mystery and terror . in this
his success is so great and striking as to deserve the name of
art , not artifice . we cannot call his materials the noblest or
purest , but we must concede to him the highest merit of
construction .
as a critic , mr . poe was aesthetically deficient . unerring in his
analysis of dictions , metres and plots , he seemed wanting in the
faculty of perceiving the profounder ethics of art . his
criticisms are , however , distinguished for scientific precision
and coherence of logic . they have the exactness , and at the same
time , the coldness of mathematical demonstrations . yet they stand
in strikingly refreshing contrast with the vague generalisms and
sharp personalities of the day . if deficient in warmth , they are
also without the heat of partisanship . they are especially
valuable as illustrating the great truth , too generally
overlooked , that analytic power is a subordinate quality of the
critic .
on the whole , it may be considered certain that mr . poe has
attained an individual eminence in our literature which he will
keep . he has given proof of power and originality . he has done
that which could only be done once with success or safety , and
the imitation or repetition of which would produce weariness .
death of edgar a . poe
by n . p . willis
the ancient fable of two antagonistic spirits imprisoned in one
body , equally powerful and having the complete mastery by
turns-of one man , that is to say , inhabited by both a devil and
an angel seems to have been realized , if all we hear is true , in
the character of the extraordinary man whose name we have written
above . our own impression of the nature of edgar a . poe , differs
in some important degree , however , from that which has been
generally conveyed in the notices of his death . let us , before
telling what we personally know of him , copy a graphic and highly
finished portraiture , from the pen of dr . rufus w . griswold ,
which appeared in a recent number of the “tribune :
“edgar allen poe is dead . he died in baltimore on sunday , october
7th . this announcement will startle many , but few will be grieved
by it . the poet was known , personally or by reputation , in all
this country ; he had readers in england and in several of the
states of continental europe ; but he had few or no friends ; and
the regrets for his death will be suggested principally by the
consideration that in him literary art has lost one of its most
brilliant but erratic stars .
“his conversation was at times almost supramortal in its
eloquence . his voice was modulated with astonishing skill , and
his large and variably expressive eyes looked repose or shot
fiery tumult into theirs who listened , while his own face glowed ,
or was changeless in pallor , as his imagination quickened his
blood or drew it back frozen to his heart . his imagery was from
the worlds which no mortals can see but with the vision of
genius . suddenly starting from a proposition , exactly and sharply
defined , in terms of utmost simplicity and clearness , he rejected
the forms of customary logic , and by a crystalline process of
accretion , built up his ocular demonstrations in forms of
gloomiest and ghastliest grandeur , or in those of the most airy
and delicious beauty , so minutely and distinctly , yet so rapidly ,
that the attention which was yielded to him was chained till it
stood among his wonderful creations , till he himself dissolved
the spell , and brought his hearers back to common and base
existence , by vulgar fancies or exhibitions of the ignoblest
passion .
“he was at all times a dreamer dwelling in ideal realms in heaven
or hell peopled with the creatures and the accidents of his
brain . he walked the streets , in madness or melancholy , with lips
moving in indistinct curses , or with eyes upturned in passionate
prayer (never for himself , for he felt , or professed to feel ,
that he was already damned , but) for their happiness who at the
moment were objects of his idolatry ; or with his glances
introverted to a heart gnawed with anguish , and with a face
shrouded in gloom , he would brave the wildest storms , and all
night , with drenched garments and arms beating the winds and
rains , would speak as if the spirits that at such times only
could be evoked by him from the aidenn , close by whose portals
his disturbed soul sought to forget the ills to which his
constitution subjected him—close by the aidenn where were those
he loved—the aidenn which he might never see , but in fitful
glimpses , as its gates opened to receive the less fiery and more
happy natures whose destiny to sin did not involve the doom of
death .
“he seemed , except when some fitful pursuit subjugated his will
and engrossed his faculties , always to bear the memory of some
controlling sorrow . the remarkable poem of ‘the raven’ was
probably much more nearly than has been supposed , even by those
who were very intimate with him , a reflection and an echo of his
own history . _he_ was that bird’s
“‘unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
of ‘never—never more .’
“every genuine author in a greater or less degree leaves in his
works , whatever their design , traces of his personal character :
elements of his immortal being , in which the individual survives
the person . while we read the pages of the ‘fall of the house of
usher ,’ or of ‘mesmeric revelations ,’ we see in the solemn and
stately gloom which invests one , and in the subtle metaphysical
analysis of both , indications of the idiosyncrasies of what was
most remarkable and peculiar in the author’s intellectual nature .
but we see here only the better phases of his nature , only the
symbols of his juster action , for his harsh experience had
deprived him of all faith in man or woman . he had made up his
mind upon the numberless complexities of the social world , and
the whole system with him was an imposture . this conviction gave
a direction to his shrewd and naturally unamiable character .
still , though he regarded society as composed altogether of
villains , the sharpness of his intellect was not of that kind
which enabled him to cope with villany , while it continually
caused him by overshots to fail of the success of honesty . he was
in many respects like francis vivian in bulwer’s novel of ‘the
caxtons .’ passion , in him , comprehended many of the worst
emotions which militate against human happiness . you could not
contradict him , but you raised quick choler ; you could not speak
of wealth , but his cheek paled with gnawing envy . the astonishing
natural advantages of this poor boy—his beauty , his readiness ,
the daring spirit that breathed around him like a fiery
atmosphere—had raised his constitutional self-confidence into an
arrogance that turned his very claims to admiration into
prejudices against him . irascible , envious—bad enough , but not
the worst , for these salient angles were all varnished over with
a cold , repellant cynicism , his passions vented themselves in
sneers . there seemed to him no moral susceptibility ; and , what
was more remarkable in a proud nature , little or nothing of the
true point of honor . he had , to a morbid excess , that , desire to
rise which is vulgarly called ambition , but no wish for the
esteem or the love of his species ; only the hard wish to
succeed—not shine , not serve—succeed , that he might have the
right to despise a world which galled his self-conceit .
“we have suggested the influence of his aims and vicissitudes
upon his literature . it was more conspicuous in his later than in
his earlier writings . nearly all that he wrote in the last two or
three years—including much of his best poetry—was in some sense
biographical ; in draperies of his imagination , those who had
taken the trouble to trace his steps , could perceive , but
slightly concealed , the figure of himself .
apropos of the disparaging portion of the above well-written
sketch , let us truthfully say :
some four or five years since , when editing a daily paper in this
city , mr . poe was employed by us , for several months , as critic
and sub-editor . this was our first personal acquaintance with
him . he resided with his wife and mother at fordham , a few miles
out of town , but was at his desk in the office , from nine in the
morning till the evening paper went to press . with the highest
admiration for his genius , and a willingness to let it atone for
more than ordinary irregularity , we were led by common report to
expect a very capricious attention to his duties , and
occasionally a scene of violence and difficulty . time went on ,
however , and he was invariably punctual and industrious . with his
pale , beautiful , and intellectual face , as a reminder of what
genius was in him , it was impossible , of course , not to treat him
always with deferential courtesy , and , to our occasional request
that he would not probe too deep in a criticism , or that he would
erase a passage colored too highly with his resentments against
society and mankind , he readily and courteously assented—far more
yielding than most men , we thought , on points so excusably
sensitive . with a prospect of taking the lead in another
periodical , he , at last , voluntarily gave up his employment with
us , and , through all this considerable period , we had seen but
one presentment of the man—a quiet , patient , industrious , and
most gentlemanly person , commanding the utmost respect and good
feeling by his unvarying deportment and ability .
residing as he did in the country , we never met mr . poe in hours
of leisure ; but he frequently called on us afterward at our place
of business , and we met him often in the street—invariably the
same sad mannered , winning and refined gentleman , such as we had
always known him . it was by rumor only , up to the day of his
death , that we knew of any other development of manner or
character . we heard , from one who knew him well (what should be
stated in all mention of his lamentable irregularities) , that ,
with a single glass of wine , his whole nature was reversed , the
demon became uppermost , and , though none of the usual signs of
intoxication were visible , his will was palpably insane .
possessing his reasoning faculties in excited activity , at such
times , and seeking his acquaintances with his wonted look and
memory , he easily seemed personating only another phase of his
natural character , and was accused , accordingly , of insulting
arrogance and bad-heartedness . in this reversed character , we
repeat , it was never our chance to see him . we know it from
hearsay , and we mention it in connection with this sad infirmity
of physical constitution ; which puts it upon very nearly the
ground of a temporary and almost irresponsible insanity .
the arrogance , vanity , and depravity of heart , of which mr . poe
was generally accused , seem to us referable altogether to this
reversed phase of his character . under that degree of
intoxication which only acted upon him by demonizing his sense of
truth and right , he doubtless said and did much that was wholly
irreconcilable with his better nature ; but , when himself , and as
we knew him only , his modesty and unaffected humility , as to his
own deservings , were a constant charm to his character . his
letters , of which the constant application for autographs has
taken from us , we are sorry to confess , the greater portion ,
exhibited this quality very strongly . in one of the carelessly
written notes of which we chance still to retain possession , for
instance , he speaks of “the raven —that extraordinary poem which
electrified the world of imaginative readers , and has become the
type of a school of poetry of its own—and , in evident earnest ,
attributes its success to the few words of commendation with
which we had prefaced it in this paper . it will throw light on
his sane character to give a literal copy of the note :
“fordham , _april_ 20 , 1849
“my dear willis—the poem which i inclose , and which i am so vain
as to hope you will like , in some respects , has been just
published in a paper for which sheer necessity compels me to
write , now and then . it pays well as times go-but unquestionably
it ought to pay ten prices ; for whatever i send it i feel i am
consigning to the tomb of the capulets . the verses accompanying
this , may i beg you to take out of the tomb , and bring them to
light in the ‘home journal ?’ if you can oblige me so far as to
copy them , i do not think it will be necessary to say ‘from the
—— ,’ that would be too bad ; and , perhaps , ‘from a late —— paper ,’
would do .
“i have not forgotten how a ‘good word in season’ from you made
‘the raven ,’ and made ‘ulalume’ (which by-the-way , people have
done me the honor of attributing to you) , therefore , i _would_
ask you (if i dared) to say something of these lines if they
please you .
“truly yours ever ,
“edgar a . poe .
in double proof of his earnest disposition to do the best for
himself , and of the trustful and grateful nature which has been
denied him , we give another of the only three of his notes which
we chance to retain :
“fordham , _january_ 22 , 1848 .
“my dear mr . willis—i am about to make an effort at
re-establishing myself in the literary world , and _feel_ that i
may depend upon your aid .
“my general aim is to start a magazine , to be called ‘the
stylus ,’ but it would be useless to me , even when established , if
not entirely out of the control of a publisher . i mean ,
therefore , to get up a journal which shall be _my own_ at all
points . with this end in view , i must get a list of at least five
hundred subscribers to begin with ; nearly two hundred i have
already . i propose , however , to go south and west , among my
personal and literary friends—old college and west point
acquaintances—and see what i can do . in order to get the means of
taking the first step , i propose to lecture at the society
library , on thursday , the 3d of february , and , that there may be
no cause of _squabbling_ , my subject shall _not be literary_ at
all . i have chosen a broad text : ‘the universe .’
“having thus given you _the facts_ of the case , i leave all the
rest to the suggestions of your own tact and generosity .
gratefully , _most gratefully ,_
“your friend always ,
“edgar a . poe .
brief and chance-taken as these letters are , we think they
sufficiently prove the existence of the very qualities denied to
mr . poe-humility , willingness to persevere , belief in another’s
friendship , and capability of cordial and grateful friendship !
such he assuredly was when sane . such only he has invariably
seemed to us , in all we have happened personally to know of him ,
through a friendship of five or six years . and so much easier is
it to believe what we have seen and known , than what we hear of
only , that we remember him but with admiration and respect ; these
descriptions of him , when morally insane , seeming to us like
portraits , painted in sickness , of a man we have only known in
health .
but there is another , more touching , and far more forcible
evidence that there was _goodness_ in edgar a . poe . to reveal it
we are obliged to venture upon the lifting of the veil which
sacredly covers grief and refinement in poverty ; but we think it
may be excused , if so we can brighten the memory of the poet ,
even were there not a more needed and immediate service which it
may render to the nearest link broken by his death .
our first knowledge of mr . poe’s removal to this city was by a
call which we received from a lady who introduced herself to us
as the mother of his wife . she was in search of employment for
him , and she excused her errand by mentioning that he was ill ,
that her daughter was a confirmed invalid , and that their
circumstances were such as compelled her taking it upon herself .
the countenance of this lady , made beautiful and saintly with an
evidently complete giving up of her life to privation and
sorrowful tenderness , her gentle and mournful voice urging its
plea , her long-forgotten but habitually and unconsciously refined
manners , and her appealing and yet appreciative mention of the
claims and abilities of her son , disclosed at once the presence
of one of those angels upon earth that women in adversity can be .
it was a hard fate that she was watching over . mr . poe wrote with
fastidious difficulty , and in a style too much above the popular
level to be well paid . he was always in pecuniary difficulty ,
and , with his sick wife , frequently in want of the merest
necessaries of life . winter after winter , for years , the most
touching sight to us , in this whole city , has been that tireless
minister to genius , thinly and insufficiently clad , going from
office to office with a poem , or an article on some literary
subject , to sell , sometimes simply pleading in a broken voice
that he was ill , and begging for him , mentioning nothing but that
“he was ill , whatever might be the reason for his writing
nothing , and never , amid all her tears and recitals of distress ,
suffering one syllable to escape her lips that could convey a
doubt of him , or a complaint , or a lessening of pride in his
genius and good intentions . her daughter died a year and a half
since , but she did not desert him . she continued his ministering
angel—living with him , caring for him , guarding him against
exposure , and when he was carried away by temptation , amid grief
and the loneliness of feelings unreplied to , and awoke from his
self abandonment prostrated in destitution and suffering ,
_begging_ for him still . if woman’s devotion , born with a first
love , and fed with human passion , hallow its object , as it is
allowed to do , what does not a devotion like this—pure ,
disinterested and holy as the watch of an invisible spirit—say
for him who inspired it ?
we have a letter before us , written by this lady , mrs . clemm , on
the morning in which she heard of the death of this object of her
untiring care . it is merely a request that we would call upon
her , but we will copy a few of its words—sacred as its privacy
is—to warrant the truth of the picture we have drawn above , and
add force to the appeal we wish to make for her :
“i have this morning heard of the death of my darling eddie . . . .
can you give me any circumstances or particulars ? . . . oh ! do not
desert your poor friend in his bitter affliction ! . . . ask mr . ——
to come , as i must deliver a message to him from my poor
eddie . . . . i need not ask you to notice his death and to speak
well of him . i know you will . but say what an affectionate son he
was to me , his poor desolate mother . . .
to hedge round a grave with respect , what choice is there ,
between the relinquished wealth and honors of the world , and the
story of such a woman’s unrewarded devotion ! risking what we do ,
in delicacy , by making it public , we feel—other reasons
aside—that it betters the world to make known that there are such
ministrations to its erring and gifted . what we have said will
speak to some hearts . there are those who will be glad to know
how the lamp , whose light of poetry has beamed on their far-away
recognition , was watched over with care and pain , that they may
send to her , who is more darkened than they by its extinction ,
some token of their sympathy . she is destitute and alone . if any ,
far or near , will send to us what may aid and cheer her through
the remainder of her life , we will joyfully place it in her
hands .
the unparalleled adventures of one hans pfaal (*1)
by late accounts from rotterdam , that city seems to be in a high
state of philosophical excitement . indeed , phenomena have there
occurred of a nature so completely unexpected—so entirely
novel—so utterly at variance with preconceived opinions—as to
leave no doubt on my mind that long ere this all europe is in an
uproar , all physics in a ferment , all reason and astronomy
together by the ears .
it appears that on the—— day of—— (i am not positive about the
date) , a vast crowd of people , for purposes not specifically
mentioned , were assembled in the great square of the exchange in
the well-conditioned city of rotterdam . the day was
warm—unusually so for the season—there was hardly a breath of air
stirring ; and the multitude were in no bad humor at being now and
then besprinkled with friendly showers of momentary duration ,
that fell from large white masses of cloud which chequered in a
fitful manner the blue vault of the firmament . nevertheless ,
about noon , a slight but remarkable agitation became apparent in
the assembly : the clattering of ten thousand tongues succeeded ;
and , in an instant afterward , ten thousand faces were upturned
toward the heavens , ten thousand pipes descended simultaneously
from the corners of ten thousand mouths , and a shout , which could
be compared to nothing but the roaring of niagara , resounded
long , loudly , and furiously , through all the environs of
rotterdam .