The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1885-05-23
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STRANGE UTTERANCES.
'srhere was a clerk in the hos.
pital who had read some of Poe's
poems and he accompanied me on
every visit to the deathbed. At
terward he told me that he wrote
down much Of what was said by
the dying man, as the language he
used was very remarkable.
"'Where did you go when you
went to Baltimore | asked him.
"'My mind kept no record he
said. 1t is all a dream, a horrible
dream. thought they would
throw me in the dock
'"rhen he talked about Lenore a
pet name by which he called his
dead wife. was anxious to find
out what his weakness was and be.
gan to feel my way in order to
make a proper diagnosis of the
case.
"'Mr. Poe you are very weak ,
| said. IN have to give you a
glass of toddy as a stimulant.'
"He raised his great, tender
eyes and looked at me in a way
that made me avert my face. Then
he said in solemn voice Sir, If
| thought that its potency would
transport me to the Elysian bow.
ers of the undiscovered world, |
would not taste it,
"'But you need Sleep | urged.
You are exhausted. III give you
an opiate.'
"Twin sister to the doomed and
crazed in perdition,' he exclaimed
moodily.
"Soon afterward | told him that
he must die. He seemed to have
known the fact before, but my
statement affected him deeply. and
he looked up with a wild look and
said slowly:-'Oh God! is there
no ransom for the deathless
spiritp
~ told him that there was hope
for him and for all men; that God
was love; that men who had lived
terrible lives could look for mercy
to the Saviour, and he rejoined in
these peculiar words God has
His DEGREES legibly imprinted on
the frontlet of every human being
and upon demons incarnate. Their
goal is the seething wave Of black
despair
"Still ! urged him to 90 to
Christ's feet while he yet had time
He murmered. TOO late ! All, toe
latep and rolling his eyes upwart
he folded his hands and said in {
clear voice.
Father do believe, know.
For Death. who comes to me
From regions Of the blest afar,
Where there's ne thing to deceive
Hath left his iron gates ajar;
And rays Of truth you cannot sec
Are flashing through eternity.
THE End.
"lIis limbs quivered and a smil
stole over his handsome face
That is how Poe died. A few
minutes before he took me by tn,
hand aud said id:-'DoctOr, | mus
unbosom my heart to you. / wa
to have been married in ten days
After that he wept like a child
You can say to every one tina
Poe was a frugal, sober, punctua
man in his later years and that b.
died like Christian. There ha
been much said about how certain
persons came forward and brough
handsome casket for the poet
l wish to say that he was buried il
a cheap, stained poplar coffil
which | bought myself.
"Since his death / have mad,
the acquaintance of Poe's family
and have found out many interest
ing things about him. Only yes
terday 1 made discovery as t,
The Raven 1t was written il
the house of a New York gentle
man. The gentleman's daughter
; then a girl of thirteen or fourteel
years, is now the wife of a distin
guished general. She used to Sc
Poe at work on THE Raven, an,
often saw him give her father hi
manuscript to lock up in his iro
safe at night. Her father used t
deal in plaster and clay casts, an
on a shelf over the door of th
room in which the famous poef
was composed was a bust of Pa
las The lady told me that sh
never saw Poe under the influenc
of drink, and neither did her fs
ther. That is an answer to thos
who say that the poet was drum
or delirious when he wrote 9TH
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