Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1852-02-19
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Message from Edgar A. Poe

If the "spirua writing manifestation are
a dclusion, they are getting to be something
more, something approaching very ingenious
persistent, and INSCRIPTIONS attempt to Pa'''' al"
utter fraud upon the credulUus, by men OF ro'e
mower and genius. From recent Developments
in ths quarter, we are led inevitably, by the
plainest deductions Of reason and common sense
to the conclusion that there IS little or no sell
detention in the matter. Either the manies'a
tons are of The general nature that they claim
10 be, viz Those of other than lncarnale Ih'el-
lncncies or they are the result OF studied DE
ception, and guilty collision, unequalled IN 'he
worlds history.
The last number of the Spirit Messenger con-
rans message and poem, pnrpotng to have
issued from the spirit Of Edgar A. Poe. Inc
pne,n. and the prose message Introducing t.chal
lange attention, at once, by their intrinsic Ilte'
rary merit, aud by marvelously close alliance
10 the style OF yersifcatlon, thought and genus
of the author of whose spirit they are alleged TO
have emaRa,ed. They were communicated
through The "writing medium" Lydia Tenny'--
We ask for thrse productions Il close exatnlna-
ton, by all who have studied the erralc genius
Of Poe, who, whether good, bad, or Indifferent,
az a writer, never had parallel. We may over
rate these productions, yet while we are aware
of certain limpings in the measure, they appear
TO rs to be s'ceped in the very spirit OF Poe,
whether they rmanated from his spirit or not
The uIInsinn to the : fearful SPY spasn, va
phrase most f,.lafuus in describing P"e's lite OF
darkness; the g hdeous but auring ianclcs"
in which he groaned and on which h" gI0ated,
the INCIDENTAL, hardly perceptbe, aluslon to
that one soul that haunted all his poens-;he
"Lost Lenore"-all tend to show that It is the
work Of a rare master Of deception, most thor
ongh adept in art or that it Is precisely what it
claims to be.
We present these productions without further
comment, supply remarking that regarded as
curiosity i'll literature, we have not seen It's equal
in many day.
"Llsten to me and will tell YOU of beautiful
things of Thoughts bi'h wild and tender. both
soothing and tnmultuous, which dwelt in I'm
man heat. A question which has moved the
minds of mllnns Is, Whit is the end and aim
of imagination ?-for what was it implanted IN
the human organzuion? What was my own? ?
but vortex rushing within Itself, upon whose
brink C Iulh seem to stand and see what was
being swallowed and repmdncpd thorus y
gel rocks. beautiful fowers--uIi in the whlr Of
this CpasInS5 currnut inpFund
o, the dark, the awful chasm!
0, the fearful spiIil-sp,sm!
Wrought by unresis,d passion,
In my heart.
.Fancies hideous hut rng
Lrv' pure, hut unendurng
From time to time securing
Each part.
Then embraced by seraph blnds--
Drawn by tender loving hands
From those lrelt herulls, hateful sands
OF despair
How my soul was walked to gadness
And cast off the deadenng sadness, d.
And the sOuI.devuuring mtdness
Wrllhbg there.
Then dreams son and holy,
Over wandering su" ly,
With sweet music stealing owy
To my Tar.
Hank hcOr-I hear her calling, W.
In no lriuTe Of waIng, 49,
But in dewey sweetness falling
E" ilere-ur hcrew
Thanks, Great Heaven, am stronger
Slave to earthly lust no longer,
/ am free.
o, this lightnes ., this brightness!
0, this pure and heavenly Whiteness,
Marking thee!
Freed from ealth and sin fprevsr,
Death ran us no more dies vel.
Ilumbiy thank Great Gud together,
1Iou md me-