Bozeman avant courier. [volume] (Bozeman, Mont.) 1872-1882, 1875-12-17

.EDeAf ALLAN POE.
The q. rcises de lica,ory of the monu
.mese erected to the m mory Of ELgs
~ Allan Poe. the poet. v. 70 held this sflel
:. moon In the maip hall. Of the Wester,
40 Female High School building, con:iguou
neIto westn,iuister cemetry. TIE openin,
,a4aaadress ~as4dellvered ID The presence .
!. . . vast a,,dience, embracing the intelii
sl2snce snd culture Oi Bsl,imt re aud many
~ strangers from abroad. by Prot. VIM
Elliot, Jr.. who gave . historical sketch
or|of the movement which culmin.trd In th
!" noble tribute to the honorcd dead. The
s'IplstfOrm was occupied by prominent
leitizens 0l BnstOn. Among the distih-
u g"i>hs visitors was Walt. Whitman, the
= only poet present In the large assem-.
l blage.
LETTER FROM 9. D. LEWIS.
y, Ar. 5. D. Lewis, OF Brook yn, n. r.,
r|'or thirty years . M mber OF the New
; York bSr, writes vo un,aryily, 1T tho
IIsu2ecsticn OF his warm p.rsolal friend
rlJ. g. Sac. He says: /.
= In lS45, Nr. Pee aud became friends,
. His last residence, and where visited hin,
most frequently, was In beautiful " clu-i
.ied cottage at Fordham, fourteen miles
above New IUtk. 1t was there 1 often
D saw bis dear wife during her last illness.
land attended hcr funcral. 1t was from
there that be and his dear mufldle' (Mrs.
IClen' } often visited me at my housc, fre.
lque"tly at my sasnest solicitation, re-
iniAinfng many days.
When he finally dep IT. d on his last
"TRIP South. the kissing and hand shaking
were at my froat door. lie was hopyiy,s,ss
wc were sad; aud tears gash. d in torrents
as he kissed his dear mud.,lc' and my
wife good bye Alas, it proved. a.
Mrs. Clean feared. 6nal adicu, A few
r3pnths after wards. on receipt OF the sad
news OF his death, 0Erel. Mrs. Glenn q
home 10 my family, where she resided till
1858, when she reysscyed tc. Baltimore to
l4y Der ashes BY the siGc Of her darling
Eddie.' bold many of Ler precious,
loving tte.s to me from her, up to few
days b.fore h.r death.
Ard now q to Mr.. Poe. He was one Of
the most }fsctHnate kind-h. artcd ,nen
ever knew. ! never witnessed so much
tender sffeetion and devote love as cxis-
ted In their family of th,ee persons. Ills
dear Virginia, att T her death, vas his
Lost L~nOrr.' have spent weeks In the
closest intimNcy with Nj. Poe. AID new
er saw HIM taste drop of liquor, vino
or beer In my lite; and never s,w him
undrr the slightest influence Of my slim.
uIants what ever. He was In truth, .
most abstemious, exemplary man. Bus
learned irem Mrs. Glenn. that il, on
the importantly ofa conyivll Of friend.
he took single glass. even Of wine, /:
suddenly flashed through his 3cryovs sys-
ten and .xcite able brain; and that he was
no longer himself, or responsible Tor his
acts II is biographers have not done his
genius justice; aud to produce startling
fleet. BY contrast haye mag it'd his er.
eors. and attributed to him faults which
he ntver had. He was always In my pres.
ecce, the polished gentleman, the peo-
found scholar, the true critic, a"d the
inspired. oracular poet, dreamy ard sp,r.
tusl lofty, but sal. His memory 10
fresh and green In many admiring aud
ovin& hearts. and your work of erecti, r
! monument over his grave, II 1t adus
,0tl,inx 70 his fame, rtflects honor on you
'n4 Your associates and upon oil who
ympathize or assist in your noble work.
am proud to assure yon and the asso-
:iation, through you, that his many
riends are xreatful and thank you.
What recks he of their plaudits now:
lie never dreeme1 them worth his care,
And death has formed around his brow
The wreath he was too proud to wear"
You,s truly,
SD. LEWIS.
Following the reajin2 OF these itttcrsa
orm was read, the inspired production.
" this occasion, Of Mr.. WIN. Winter, OF
be New York Tribune.
At PoE's GRAVE
Cold is the pen honor sings,
And chilli h glory's icy brealh.
And pale ihe garland memory bringa
To grace the iron doors OF death.
Fame = echoinx thundtrs long and loud
The pomp Ofpride that decks the pail
TEc. plsudlts Of the vacant crowd
Que word Of love Is worth them all.
With dews Of grief our eyes are dun,
All! let ihs tear Of sorrow start,
And honor. In ourselves and him,
The great and tender human.hcart.
Through many night Of want snd woe
He irenzied splrit wandered wild
Till kind disaster laid him low.
And heaven reclaimed its wsy. ward
child
Throush many . year his fame has
grown,
Like midn,git vast, ike starlight
sweet
TN nov HE genius Nls throne,
Aud nalious marvel at its feet
One meed Of justice long delayed
One crowning grace his virtues crave
Al. take. thou great and injured shade,
The love that sanctines tho grave.