Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1856-08-29
EVENING STAR.
Death and Burial Of Edgar A, poe

The clergyman, DR.. Snoderass. who o,,o,s
ed the author of Tho Raven in his ias,
sickness, gives the following account Of - -
York: = - - rN'' Vi He"
Son chilly and wet November evening r
received note stating that n man answering
to the name of Edgar Allen Poe, who cIaimeS
to know me, was at drinking saloon in I,om-
Dard street, baltimore, Ia a state of intoxica-
cation to the spot It was an election day.
when 1 entered tho bar room of the house, 1
instantly recognized the face of one had of.
ten seen and knew well, although il wore an
aspect of vacant stupidity that made me shud-
der. sThe intellectual flash of the eve had
vanished, or rather had been quenched in the
oowl, but the broad capaeious forehead of the
author Of the 60 The Raven" as you have an
propriately designated him, was still there
with width in the region of ideality such as
few men ever possessed. But perhaps would
not have really recognised him. had 1 not
been notified Of his apparel His hat-or
rather the hat of somebody else, for be had
evidently boon robbed of his clothing, or
cheated In an exchange, was a cheap palm
one, was without band and soiled his coat
OK common alpaca, and evidently second
nand and his pants of grey mixed cashmere,
dlngy and badly fitted. He wore neither vest
nor neckcloth, if 1 remember right, while his
shirt was sadly crumpled and soiled. He vas
IL best not to seek negotiation or conversation.
especially as he was surrounded by crowd
OF gentlemen actuatcd by idle curiosity rather
'nan sympathy. L Immediately ordered a
room for him where he could be comfortable
until L got word to his relatiyes-for there
were several in Baltimore. Just at that mo.
ment one or two Of the persons referred 10.
getting information, arrived at tho spot. They
declined to take private care Of him. for the
reason, that he had been very abusive and
ungrateful on all occasions when drunk, and
ADVISED that be should be sent TO q hospital.
He was, accordingly, placed in a coach and
conveyed to the Washington College Hospital,
ana put under the care of 4 competent and
attentive resident Of that Institution. So in
sensible was he that we had to carry him 70
q carnage as If corpse. Tho muscles Of ar
'tcuiatlon seemed paralyzed TO speschlessness,
and mere incoherent mutterings wcre all that
were heard
lie died in the hospital after some three
or iour days, during which time he enjoyed
only occasional and ftful seasons of conscious
ness His disease, as will have been antici-
pated, was mania a potw-a disease whose
nnale is always fearful in its maniaoal man
ncstations. In one of his more lucid mo-
ments, when asked by the physician whether
he would like to see his friends, he exclaimed
Friends My best friend would be he who |
would take pistol and blow out my brains,
and thus relieve Inc Of my agony" These
were among bis last words % |
Now for the manner of his burial |
Tho remains Of the author Of The Raven |
do not lie mouldering in q corner of Potter's
Field at Baltimore. The truth, as remark
ed, ls bad enough, and discreditable enough
to his relatives, not to say the city whore ne
died. He was inferred in al old PRESBYTERIAN
burying ground in Green street, which has not
been much used for many years. On a por-
tion OF 1T church has since been erected, but
not over his gravo In the removal of the
dead, which will sooner or later take place,
it is quite probable the bones of s Poor Poe'5
will be collected among the remains Of the |
friendless and tho unknown, and removed be- |
yond recognition, fer nothing but a couple of |
pine boards were placed at his grave, in lieu