Edgar Allan Poe: Complete Tales and Poems. Эдгар Аллан По

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СКАЧАТЬ to this city was by a call which we received from a lady who introduced herself to us as the mother of his wife. She was in search of employment for him, and she excused her errand by mentioning that he was ill, that her daughter was a confirmed invalid, and that their circumstances were such as compelled her taking it upon herself. The countenance of this lady, made beautiful and saintly with an evidently complete giving up of her life to privation and sorrowful tenderness, her gentle and mournful voice urging its plea, her long-forgotten but habitually and unconsciously refined manners, and her appealing and yet appreciative mention of the claims and abilities of her son, disclosed at once the presence of one of those angels upon earth that women in adversity can be. It was a hard fate that she was watching over. Mr. Poe wrote with fastidious difficulty, and in a style too much above the popular level to be well paid. He was always in pecuniary difficulty, and, with his sick wife, frequently in want of the merest necessaries of life. Winter after winter, for years, the most touching sight to us, in this whole city, has been that tireless minister to genius, thinly and insufficiently clad, going from office to office with a poem, or an article on some literary subject, to sell, sometimes simply pleading in a broken voice that he was ill, and begging for him, mentioning nothing but that “he was ill,” whatever might be the reason for his writing nothing, and never, amid all her tears and recitals of distress, suffering one syllable to escape her lips that could convey a doubt of him, or a complaint, or a lessening of pride in his genius and good intentions. Her daughter died a year and a half since, but she did not desert him. She continued his ministering angel—living with him, caring for him, guarding him against exposure, and when he was carried away by temptation, amid grief and the loneliness of feelings unreplied to, and awoke from his self abandonment prostrated in destitution and suffering, begging for him still. If woman’s devotion, born with a first love, and fed with human passion, hallow its object, as it is allowed to do, what does not a devotion like this-pure, disinterested and holy as the watch of an invisible spirit-say for him who inspired it?

      We have a letter before us, written by this lady, Mrs. Clemm, on the morning in which she heard of the death of this object of her untiring care. It is merely a request that we would call upon her, but we will copy a few of its words—sacred as its privacy is—to warrant the truth of the picture we have drawn above, and add force to the appeal we wish to make for her:

      “I have this morning heard of the death of my darling Eddie.... Can you give me any circumstances or particulars?... Oh! do not desert your poor friend in his bitter affliction!... Ask Mr. —— to come, as I must deliver a message to him from my poor Eddie.... I need not ask you to notice his death and to speak well of him. I know you will. But say what an affectionate son he was to me, his poor desolate mother...”

      To hedge round a grave with respect, what choice is there, between the relinquished wealth and honors of the world, and the story of such a woman’s unrewarded devotion! Risking what we do, in delicacy, by making it public, we feel—other reasons aside—that it betters the world to make known that there are such ministrations to its erring and gifted. What we have said will speak to some hearts. There are those who will be glad to know how the lamp, whose light of poetry has beamed on their far-away recognition, was watched over with care and pain, that they may send to her, who is more darkened than they by its extinction, some token of their sympathy. She is destitute and alone. If any, far or near, will send to us what may aid and cheer her through the remainder of her life, we will joyfully place it in her hands.

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       T H E W O R K S O F

      EDGAR

       ALLAN

       POE

      T H E T A L E S

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       The texts follow:

       Collected Works of Edgar Allan Poe, Vol. 2 & 3: Tales and Sketches, ed. by Thomas Ollive Mabbott, The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, Cambridge, Massachussetts, & London, England, 1978. except “The Unparalleled Adventure of one Hans Pfaall:” The Imaginary Voyages, ed. by Burton R. Pollin, The Gordian Press, New York 1994. — — —

Contents

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       METZENGERSTEIN.

       THE DUC DE L’OMELETTE.

       A TALE OF JERUSALEM.

       LOSS OF BREATH.

       BON-BON.

       MS. FOUND IN A BOTTLE.

       THE ASSIGNATION.

       BERENICE.

       MORELLA.

       LIONIZING.

       THE UNPARALLELED ADVENTURE OF ONE HANS PFAALL.

       KING PEST.

       SHADOW.—A PARABLE.

       FOUR BEASTS IN ONE; THE HOMO-CAMELEOPARD.

       MYSTIFICATION.

       SILENCE—A FABLE.

       LIGEIA.

       HOW TO WRITE A BLACKWOOD ARTICLE.

       THE DEVIL IN THE BELFRY.

       THE MAN THAT WAS USED UP.

       THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER.

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