Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1876-02-25

Of black despair
Hope and trust Him.
'Selfmurderer, there is a gulf beyond
the stream. Where is the buoy, life-5oat,
ship Of fire, sea Of brass Rest shore no
mors!'
His eyes turned upward until the white
balls were all that could be seen. Muscu-
lar twiching and jerking set in, and with
one general trsmor all was over
This occurred about Il O'Clock, midnight
7th October, 1849.
L had meantime learned from him, and
afterward from the porter at the hotel on
Pratt street, then Bradshaw's, now called
the Maltby House, that he arrived there
on the evening Of the 9th was seen to 90
to the depot to take the cars for Phiadel-
phia, and the conductor, on going through
the cars for tickets found him lying III the
baggage car insensible. He took him as
far as uavre &c Grace, where the cars
then passed each other, or as far as Will
mington, forget which, and placed him
in the train coming to Baltimore. Arriv-
lug on the event ne train ke was not seen
by any person about :he hotel when he
returned to the city. The presumption is
he wandered about during the night, and
found bench some time before morning
to sleep upon Light street wharf, where
he was seen and taken from about 8 O'Clock
the next morning.
A short time before his death received
his trunk from the hotel, ss per order, and
put it in the care Of Mr.. Nelson Poe, for
his mOtheriu-law, Mrs. Maria Clemm.
l have her letters to me, after his death,
thanking me for attention, kindness, etc.,
TO her darling EndIe.
After death he was washed and care
fully laid out, dressed in suit of black
cloth and placed in state in the large 70
tunda Of the college building, where hun
dreGs of bis friends and admirers came in
in crowds 10 pay their last tribute Of re-
spect to the deceased. Not less than fifty
ladies were each furnished at their earnest
solicitation, with small lock of his beau
tiful black hair. His body was kept IN the
rOtenda for one whole day. On the morn
ing OF the 9th he was buried in the West
minister burying ground, corner of Fayette
and Green streets, Baltimore, it being the
old family burying ground of the Poes.
A large number of our citizens, many of
the most distinguished and prominent lit
erary and professional men followed his
remains to their sepuicure. But of all the
crowds of citizens and mOurneTs that
wept over the lamented poet there was one
mourner not visible. Yet the depth of
her sincerity and grief could not be mea-
sured by moral eyes, and would defy the
most sceptical doubt. / mean his mother
in-law. Mrs. Maria Clemm, who was his
aunt as well, he having married his first
cousin. | had communicated, as coon as
his death occurred, to her the sad in.elli-
gencc Of his fate, to which she replied in
strains of the deepest sorrow and thanking
me for my attention and communication,
and in her own language, the letters being
in my possession yet:
Ny prayer is that God may bless you
for soothing the dying hours of my pre-
cious, darling Eddie. Please get Mr. n.
Poe to return his last letter 10 me, for l
prize it above rubies. 1t is hundred
times more precious. He was the most
affectionste of sons 10 ne. 1t was de-
votiOn he bad gained and kept until
DEATH
Poe's appearance had not materially
changed. His face was calm, and smile
seemed to play around his mouth, and all
who saw him exclaimed, How natural he
looks!' There was no discoloration Of the
skin. He looked to be in natural sleep.
He was handsome man, elegantly
dressed, and but few could claim advan-
tage over him in this respect. His head
was exquisitelY modelled, forehead very
prominent and largely developed, its mea-
surement corresponding to that of the
great Napoleon Bonaparte, a cast of which
was in my possession. His skin was fair,
hair raven black and inclined to curl, teeth
perfectly good, and eyes gray. His weight
was about 145 pounds. and height five feet
ten inches. His hands were as delicate as
a lady's. His shrOud was made by my
wife and few of her lady friends. who
considered it an homer to contribute in any
wise to the distinguished poet. A gentle
man from Europe, a celebrated physician,
was with him few miutes before his death,
and wept over the deceased. He said he
considered him the greatest critic and best
American poet living. He had read all
his works and sough: eagerly for every
thing relating thereto.
J. J. MORAN, N. D.,
Resident Physician, for seven years, of the
Washington University Hospital, Broad
way, Baltimore city, Nd.