Daily national Republican. (Washington City [D.C.]) 1870-1872, 1872-02-02

II was on a cold, dull and dreary dAy last
winter, while attending the funeral OF Mrs
Maria GLENN, the aunt and mother-in-law OF
Edgar A. Poe, that first saw the nameloss
grave Of that gifted but most unfortunate
poet She had died the day before, and her
last request was 10 be buried by the side Of
her darling Eddie" IN Westminster church.
yard. corner OF fayeue and Green streets,
Baltimore. No stone has ever marked the
place Of his burial, though, shortly after his
death, a marble was prepared, which was ae-
cidently broken In the stone-cutters shop,
only few days before Il was TO DO erected.
l. bore the following inscription
TANDKn THLfcIs
CONDUNTUR RHLfoufA
ED0ARI ALLEN POE.
OMIT OCT. u 1872,
.-# at. 49,"
aHic tandem, yeiicisT Here at least he Is
happyl Can anything be more beautifully
patheticp Here, misguided child Of genius
victim Of want OF disappointment and Of
thy own fiery passions, thou didst find that
peace which was denied thee during lifel
In my conversation with Mrs. GLENN, she
gave me many interesting facts about Poe's
personal appearance, his dress. etc. He was
i've feet eight and quarter inches high;
slighhy but elegantly fornedj his eyes were
dark gray, almond-shapod, with long, black
lashes; his forehead was broad massive, and
white; his mouth and teeth were beautiful;
he wore q long but not q heavy mustache;
his hair was dark brown, almost black, and
curly; his feet and hands small ne woman's.
He was very neat--eyen fastldlous--about his
dress; was fond Of gay clothes; he always
wore q rundown collar and black cravat
His custom was TO walk up and down his
library when engaged 10 literary competition.
He never sat down 10 write until he had ar
ranged the plot, the characters, and even the
language, he was to use. To this may be at
tri6uted the extraordinary nnlsh which his
The true story Of Poe's death has never
boon correctly told. Itis thls. In the summer
Of lS49 he left New York for Virginia. In
Richmond he met Miss Elmira shelton, whom
he had known 10 his youth, renewed his ae-
qualntance, and In few weeks, they were
engaged 70 be married. He wrote 70 his
remainder Of his life In Virginia, whore the
happiest days OF bis youth had been spent.
Early In October he set out from Richmond
10 fulfill literary engagement In New York,
and 10 prepare for his marriage, which was
10 take place on the 17th OF the month. Ar
irving In Baltimore, he found that he had
missed the Philadelphia train which he ex-
pected 10 take, and would have 10 walt two
or three hours for the next traln. He went
Into restaurant near the depot 10 get some
Refreshments. There he met some Of his old
West Point friends, who Invited him TO q
NhallHukuo 1ulloN htAt uAkuh NJ ueN0ph1h
the invitation, and went. Al FIRST he refused
TO drink, but at last he was induced TO take
glass Of champagne. That set him of, and,
In few hours, he was madly drunk. In this
state he wandered of from his friends, was
robbed and beaten by rufiians, and left In
sensible In the street all night The NEXT
morning he was picked up and taken 10 the
Maryland hospital. He was dellrious with
brain fever, he was cared for by the ply
slclans OF the hospital, but he was beyond
the skill OF the doctorl He fingered two or
three days, and died On Sunday, October I,
16fo, In the thlrty-elghth year Of his ago.
His funeral was attended by the Hon. z. Col
Inns Lee, DR.. Bnodgrass, Nelson Poe (hls
sousin) and Henry Herring lhls uncle.l
Washington Irving sweetly says OF the
grave; at burles every error, covers every
defect, extlnguishos every resentment. Prom
its peaceful bosom spring none but fond re-
grets and tender recollections. Who car
look down upon the grave even Of an enemy,
and feel not compunctlous throb that he
should ever have warred with the poor hand
full Of dust that lies mouldering before him I"
Let us, then, forget the efrora OF Edgar
Poe, remembering the noble limos Of Stod-
dardi
"Ho lies IN dust, and the stone IL rolled
Over the uepulohre dim and cold;
He has cancelled all he has done or said,
And gone 70 the dear and holy dead.
Lot Nc forget the path he trod,
And leave him now 10 his Maker, God"
--Applefoa't Journal.