Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1875-11-07

or day when Within reacn-nau Deen
sent for two or three times previously,
but being out attending to his general
patients had just returned, and came IN
at the moment. AS soon as he liked his
eyes upon him he said, "DOctor, he's
dying"
He carefully examined his case, ami,
being In possession Of all the facts in
regard to the agents employed ndsymp-
toms presented-which were carefully
noted down in q record book OF the hos
pital-he gave it as his opinion, which
l WAS fully prepared to corroborste, that
Poe's death was caused by excessive
nervous excitement from exposure, fol-
lowed by loss of nervous power. The
most appropriate name for his disease is
encephslitis. The doctor advised free
use Divine, beef tea and gentle cordials,
while using ice TO the head. The patient
raised his hand to his mouth, ss though
he wanted drink. A small lump of ice
was placed upon his tongue. then
gave him a mouthful of water to see
whether he could swallow freely. he
took it, swallowing with some Difficult
ty; but ne dRnk wine glass Of beef tea.
He semesd 20 revive, aud opened his
ey es, fixing his gaze upon the transom
over his toom door, each room having
transoms over the door for ventilation
and air. He kept them unmoved for
more than a minute. He was lying
directly opposite this transom. He
seemed trying to articu.ate, but was III
audible. AT last he spoke feebly:
"DOctor, it's all over. Write, Eddie is
no more'n
fiddle" was a term used by Mrs.
GLENN, his motheT-in-law.
"Mr. Poe, permit me TO say that you
are near your end. Have you any wish
or word for friends?"
He said, "Evermorew
/ continued; 'look to your Savior.
There is mercy for you and for sill man.
kind. God is love-"
The arched heavens" be Iejoined,
encompass me, aOd God has His DEGREES
legibly written upon the fiOntlet5 of
every created human being; and
demons incsrnate, their goal will be the
seetbing waves of black despair"
"Hope and trust HIM.
"Self-murderer, there is O gulf beyond
the stream. Where is the buoy, life
boat, ship of fire, sea OF brass? Rest,
shore no mOre?"
His eyes turned upward until the
white balls were all tnst could be seen.
Muscular tWitching and jerking set in,
and with one general tIemOr all was
over This occurred about twelve
o'clock, midnight, OF October Z, 1S49.
l had meantime learned from him, and
afterwsrd from the porter at the hotel
Cd Pratt street, then BIadshaW's, now
called the Maltby house, that he arrived
there on the evening of the fifth; was
seen to go to the depot to take the cars
for Philadelphis, and that the conductor,
on going through the cars for tickets,
found him lying in the baggage car in
sensible. He took him as far as Havra
de Grace, where the cars then passed
each other, or as far 80 Wilmington,
forget which, and placed him in the
train coming to Baltimore. Arriving
on the evening train he was not seen by
any person about the hotel when he re-
turned to the city. The presumption is
he wandered about during the night,
and found bench some time before
merning to sleep upon or Lightestreet
wharf, where he was seen and taken
from about nine O'clock the next morn
ing. A short time before his death re-
ceived his trunk from the hotel, as per
order, and put it in the care of Mr.. Nell
son Poe, for his mOther-in.Iaw, Mrs.
Maria GLENN. l have her letters to
me, after his death, thanking me for
attention, Kindness, Ct3,, TO her da7-
ling Eddie. After death he was washed
apd ca -efully laid out, dressed in g suit
of black cloth and placed in state il the
large rotunds of the college building,
where hundreds OF friends and admirers
came in crowds TO pay their last tribute
OF respect to tie deceased. Not less
than fifty ladies were each furnished, at
their earnest solicitation with a small
lock Of his beautiful black hair. His
body was kept in the rOtunGa for one
whole day. On the morning. of the
ninth he was buried in the Westminster
burying ground, corner of Fayette
and Green streets, Baltimore, 1t being
the old family burial ground of the POes.
A large number of our citizens, many Of
the most distinguished and prominent
literary and professional men followed
his remains to their sepulture. But of all
the crowds of citizens and mOurners
that wept over the Iamented poet there
was one mourner not visible. Yet the
depth of her sincerity and grief could
not be measured by mortal eyes, and
would defy the most scepticaI doubt. l
mean bis mother-in-law, Mrs. Maria
GLENN, who was his aunt as well, he
having married bis first cousin. l had
communicated, as soon as his death &C.
Cured, to her the sad intelligence Of his
fate; to which she replied in strains OF
the deepest sorrow and thanking me Tor
my attention and communication, and
in her own language, the letters being in
ray possession yet: "My prayer is that
God may bless you for soothing the
dying hours Of my precious, darling
Eddie Please get Mr.. n. Poe to return
his last letter to me, fer prize il above
rubies. 1t is hundred times more pre-
cious He was the most affectionate OF
sons to me. 1t was q devotion he had
gained and kept until DEATH"
POe's appearance has not materially
changed. His face was calm, and
smile seemed to play around his mouth,
and all who saw him, exclaimed, chow
natural he looksw There was no dis
colOration of the skin. He looked to
be in natural sleep. He was hand
some man, elegantly dressed, and but
few could claim advantage over him in
this regard His head was eXquisitely
modelled, forehead very prominent and
largely developed, its measurement cor
responding to that Ofthe great Napoleon
Bonaparte, cast of which was in my
possession. His skin was fair, hair
raven black and inclined to curl, teeth
perfectly good aud eyes gray. His
weight was about one hundred and
forty-five pounds, and hight five feet ten
iuehes. His hands were as delicate as a
Iady'a. His shroud WAS made by my
wife and few If her lady friends, who
considered it an honor to contribute in
&Dywise 10 the distinguished poet. A
gentleman from Europe, a celebrated
physician, was with him few minutes
before his death, and wept over the
deceased. He said he considered him
the creates. critic and best American
poet living He had read Ill mis- works
and sought eagerly for every thing relat'
log thereto. J. ]. MORAN, NJ. ..