The eastern clarion. [volume] (Paulding, Miss.) 1837-1863, 1860-04-25

To all who admire Poe-and who does
not?-the following from the critic of the
Illinois State Journal, will be of interest
Another book has found its way to my
desk, which if it be of much less impor-
lance, has at least performed the office of
recalling more in love and sorrow than
in anger, the sad misguided career of one
of Americas foremost minds. Edgar
Poe and his critics." is by no means an
elaborated performance, and should be
Judged by ordinary rules. It's really what
Il yrofotses 20 Ne-re ec,,nr,,,,,, ,,,s.,it nv,
the way-a cordial heartfelt tribute by
| dear friend, to the memory Of one who
surely needs all the charity and pitying
kindness friends can bring. Mrs. Whit
man has Accomplished her task graceful
| ly and well, and deserves, and will receive
| the thanks of every admirer Of him up-
on whose grave she has laid this simple
wreath OF remembrance and affection. IL
Is some years since, in these columns. /
Ventured TO espouse the cause of Poe
| against what | then as now deemed that
| most unjust and unfortunate biography of
DR.. Griswold, and it is consequently with
no little satisfaction that have watched
the gradual softening of public feeling
and opinion upon the subject of Poe's
character and the rapid growth of its lite
rary lame. Great as this has been at home.
1t is much greater abroad the peculiar
grasp and originality of his genius is
much better appreciated and rated at a
far higher standard in England and on
the continent than here.
gentleman who had known Poe init
mately the last two years of his life. in
| formed me that during a recent visit TO
London he happened to dine with men,
Der OF the dterdt of the capital, among
whom were Mr.. Thackeray and several of
the contributors to "Pslch." He was a
stranger to all but the former. Singular
y enough the conversation turned upon
roe, and an animated argument sprung
up between two gentlemen in regard TO
hlm' Ihackeray, turning to my infor-
mani, remarked, you can settle this at
once, you knew Poe" What, sir, did YOU
know MIR. Poe?" asked half dozen in a
breath; tell us all about him." and for
an hour no one else was allowed to talk.
| lie was astonished, he said, to see the deem
interest felt IN everything connected with
the author of the Raven" and entirely
unprepared for the estimation in which he
was held by men of letters. Poe's great
est admirer and most ardent chamnion
among all whom he met was Elizabeth
barrett browning. From the same sourcp
learned some personal characteristics Of
the man which, as they may not be devoid
OF interest, | will embody in this hasty
| sketch. A''''AS
Poe was the moodiest Of men, rarely in.
dulglng In smiles or Jest, and always over.
Swallowed by the deep, relentless gloom
Whlch Is SO marked popularity of his
writings. At all times, save under the in.
nuenoe OF that malignant power which
Shakespeare apostrophizes, 80. thou inyisi.
Die spirit, if thou hast no name 10 be
known by, let us call the devil" he was
the hlgh-bred scholar and gentleman, new
er lndulging IN profanity, and with an ut
Ter aohorrence of anything like "slanp, .
AtteEa days abandonment to his besstting
SIN, he would enter the office attired with
scrupulous neatness and nicely, without a
nush or mark of indulgence on his male
lace and after passing the usual compli-
menus OF the morning, launch at once in
70 the most brilliant disQHisition upon art.
ana poetry and literature, His conversa-
ton" unequalled," said my informant.
by any ever listened to save Macauly.
and the comparison is hardly a fair one.
because the styles were so dissimilar'-
noWed without an apparent effort. Itwas
monoloogue rather than conversation :
ne asked no questions, waited for no re-
marks, and scarcely seemed conscious
that any one beside himself was in the
room. Ills words were the simplest and
most unpretendng, andthere was no at.
tempt at ostentatious display.
his works are a reflex of his character
Two ballads were especial faYorites o.
us' ana ne was continually repeating
mem over IN an undertone 10 himself
One was Longfellow's &, beginnine-
The day IS dOse> and the darkness
aus Tom the wings of Night
Use leather waited downward .
4 Ffom the eagle in his flight
me other was Tennyson,s "Pr;ncess +,
ana although familiar perhaps to many
Is worthy repetition here:
Tears idle tesrs, know what ,hsv r,o.r
| P pSAis ltSAe the depth Of some despair
! Io y ene heart, and gather in the ewes
tanSlS1hklhg on the happy Autumn-feIds
! hu uAiAking OF the days that are no more
T Tses9 s the first beam glittering on sail,
| 5AsSpItngs our friends up nom the undervTorls
| SS4soS the last which reddens over one
Snat SINKS with all we love below the verge,
s'o' SO iresh, the days that are no more.
An. Al, sad and strange, asin dark summer dawn
! rne earliest pipe az halfawak ened birds
10 uylng ears CteN unising cves
&c easement Slo'rty grotCS &c elssyaslina sopar
SA'S SO strange, the days thai are no more
pesr as remembered kisses after death.
. an9 sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
m m ups that are for others: deep as love
DDTTep as nFst love, and wild with ali regrets.
ueath Is Life, the days that are no.n9ore :
;. Poe used to say that he considered IN
INES which | have .italicised the fines
simile in the language.
lie lies buried, after his ftful and mos
unhappy life, in the grounds of the WesI
MINISTER tresbyterian Church, Baltimore
anu = pam marble slab has recently bee
erected bearing this inscription:
III He, tandel Jslicis,
CondaEtor reltRq,st1
EDGAR ALLEN POE
Act. 80.
Jan pGros sPUlto,