The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1908-07-03

Be untruthful, unfaithful, unKind;
darken the lives Of all who live under
your shadow, rob yourself of joy, take
peace from age, live unsought for, die
unmourned-and remaining sober, you
will escape the curse of mems pity
and be spoken of as worthy person.
When Maarten Martens visited
New York city last summer to attend
the peace conference one of the first
things he touched on in an interview
Tin the New York Times) on literary
matters was the subject Of Poe. He
said:
Can you tell me where Poe is
buried? l scarcely expected the an
swer l have been inquiring for ever
since landed. He is buried some
where, isn't he? and he is your great
est writer, isn't he? The greatest in
terest attaches, if one might Judge
from the controversy which RACES to
this day, to the cause and manner Of
his death, but apparently no one
knows or cares where his body lies or
can direct the foreign pilgrim with
er to repair to render his need
of reverence"
Mr.. Stedman's judgment is t'.us con-
firmed-indeed, mere than confirmed,
it is strongly emphasized by Mr.. Mar
tens, who places Poe at the head of
American men of letters. Let us
now listen to a voice from England;
that of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, who
said of Poe in recent article in an
English (Cassell's) magazine:
Il have said that l look upon Poe
as the worlds supreme short story
writer. His nearest rival, 1 should
say, was Maupassant. The great Nor
man never rose to the extreme force
and originality of the American, but
he had natural power, an Unborn in
stinct towards the right way of MAX
ing his effects, which mark him as a
great master. He produced stories be-
cause it was in him to do so as nat
urally and as perfectly as an apple
tree produces apples. What a fine,
sensitive, artistic touch it is! How
easily and delicately the points are
made!"
Poe was proud of being Virginian.
In 1S41 he wrote to friend in Balti-
more: Il am a Virginian-at least
call myself one, for 1 have resided
all my life, until within the last few
years, at Richmond"
Another writer, Mr.. Charles L..
Moore, invites attention to Poe's
merits as 'tone-painter," in an arti-
Gle in the Dial. Most epics and great
works of fiction, he thinks, have no
trace of tone-the region of tone be-
ing the drama, the lyric and the prose
story. Hamlet begins with a tone
picture, the scene on the platform at
Elsinore, hardly eQualed in Shake
speare. Continuing Mr. Moore saws:
| With, of course, other immense in
feriorities, Poe cannot come into com.
parison with Shakespeare in variety
of tone. Shakespeare different
pieces are keyed to all the notes of
color, from ebon black to the purest
gold of sunlight. Poe keeps in the
main in the dark side of the spectrum
But within his range there are great
differences in shade and always abso-
lutte certainty of effect. Consider the
varieties of tone in the grave, somber
colors OF The Fall of the House of
Usher the restless brilliancy of The
Masque OF the Red Death and the
sober, ordered daylight of Landor's
Cottage or the range between the in
tangible shadows of 'Ulalume, the rich
gloom of the Raven and the faceted
sparkle of The Haunted Palace AS
| the modern world of letters has main