The Poe Cult And Other Poe Papers PDF Download

Some notes by the author, published in The Bookman, Vol. 15 [1903] One of the most astonishing facts in the literary annals of America, if not of the world, is the amazing rise of what may be called the Poe cult. The unhappy master of "The Raven" was the victim of a fate more strange, more romantic, more tragical than poet ever imagined or novelist ever penned. His life was one of suffering, sorrow and song; he died a wretched death in the charity ward of a public hospital, Unwept, unhonoured, unsung. His funeral was pathetic in its meagre attendance, its scant ceremony and absence of mourning. Only eight persons were present at the funeral of one of the immortals of earth. At the time of this humble funeral, on October 8, 1849, no one could have dreamed that within twenty-five years Edgar Poe would be regarded by the cultured people of all lands as the most unique and remarkable genius in American literature. Equally astonishing is the fact that many persons who were old enough to remember Poe are still alive, when his letters possess a market value five times as great as that of Byron's, twice as great as Shelley's, a hundred times as great as Bryant's, Longfellow's, Lowell's and other contemporaneous American authors. Still more remarkable is the fact that the manuscripts of those poems, for which he received trifling sums, have become as precious as the Sibylline leaves, and are worth their weight in gold. If the original manuscript of "The Raven" were still in existence, American millionaires would contend for its possession, and $10,000 would be gladly paid for the inestimable treasure. Yet for this poem, which has brought more honour upon American literature than any other single American poem and established Poe's fame as the most original of American poets-a poem which stands alone in poetry as the "Venus" in sculpture and "The Transfiguration" in painting-for this wonderful poem whose weird and mysterious fascination has thrilled the world, Poe was paid only ten dollars, a sum which is now paid for an ordinary love story in a weekly newspaper. Upon the rare occasions when the first editions of Poe's poems have been offered for sale at auction the excitement has run high, the bidding has been spirited and the prices have broken the record. The first edition of Tamerlane and Other Poems (Boston. 1827) was never offered at public auction until the spring of 1892. In fact, for sixty years one copy only, and that an imperfect one, was known to exist, and that was in the locked room of the British Museum, there to stay "for evermore." So when it was announced that a second copy of the precious volume was to be sold at auction the excitement among wealthy collectors was great. As no copy had ever been sold, there was no record price. The bidding was high and rapid-$500, $750, $1006, $1500, $1750; finally the tiny paper volume of forty pages, whose intrinsic value was about ten cents, was knocked down for the enormous sum of $1875. The purchaser, proud of his prize, sent it to Paris and had it bound in mosaic at a cost of $300. In the spring of 1894 another copy of the first edition of Tamerlane was discovered by an obscure young lawyer in an obscure town in Vermont. The finding of a third copy naturally lessened the value of the work as a unique or rare book, and when it was offered to several persons who are interested in literary curios no offer above $1200 could be secured for it. What became of that copy of Tamerlane I have no means of knowing. In the autumn of 1900, a copy was sold at auction, bringing the record price of $2050. The immense price paid for an exemplar of the first edition of Tamerlane shows the remarkable advance that has taken place in the value of Poeana during the last ten years. But all records were broken in this respect at the sale of Mr. Frederick William French's library on the 23d, 24th and 25th of April, 1901....