Complete Stories And Poems Of Edgar Allan Poe (131 page)

– John P. Kennedy.

I am much pleased with a tale called “The House of Usher,” and should think that a collection of tales, equally well written, could not fail of being favorably received.. Its graphic effect is powerful.

– Washington Irving.

I have read a little tale called “William Wilson” with much pleasure. It is managed in a highly picturesque style, and the singular and mysterious interest is ably sustained throughout. I repeat what I have said of a previous production of this author; that I cannot but think that a series of articles of like style and merit would be extremely well received by the public.

– Washington Irving.

In “Ligeia,” by Mr. Poe, there is a fine march of description, which has a touch of the D’Israeli quality.

– N. P. Willis –
Letters from under a Bridge.

He puts us in mind of no less a writer than Shelley.

– John Neal.

“Bon-Bon,” by Mr. Poe, is equal to anything Theodore Hook ever wrote.

– M. M. Noah.

Mr. Poe’s “M.S. found in a bottle” is one of the most singularly ingenious and imaginative things I ever remember to have read. Discovery is there analyzed and spiritualized in a strain of allegory which need not fear comparison with Coleridge’s “Ancient Mariner.”

– J. F. Otis.

- That powerful pen, whose versatile and brilliant creations I have so often admired.

– Mrs. L. H. Sigourney.

Mr. Poe possesses an extraordinary faculty. He paints the palpable obscure with strange power, throwing over his pictures a sombre gloom which is appalling. The images are dim, but distinct; shadowy but well-defined. The outline indeed is all we see; but there they stand, shrouded in darkness, and fright us with the mystery which defies farther scrutiny.. His genius, as well as private history, puts us in mind of that of Coleridge.

– Judge Beverly Tucker (of Va.,)
author of “George Balcombe.”

There can be but one opinion in regard to the force and beauty of his style.. He discovers a superior capacity and a highly cultivated taste.. A gentleman of fine endowments, possessing a taste classical and refined, an imagination affluent and splendid, and withal a singular capacity for minute and mathematical detail.. We always predicted that he would reach a high grade in American literature.. “Morella” will unquestionably prove that Mr. Poe has great powers of imagination, and a command of language never surpassed. We doubt if anything in the same style can be cited which contains more terrific beauty than this tale.

– James E. Heath (of Va.), author of “Edge-Hill” and Editor of the
S. Lit. Messenger.

Mr. Poe is decidedly the best of all our young writers – I don’t know but that I may say, of all our old ones.

– J. K. Paulding.

- Facile princeps.

– Professor Charles Anthon.

We must say that we derive no small enjoyment from a delineation like this. We like to see the evidences of study and thought, as well as of inspiration, in the design, and of careful and elaborate handling in the execution, as well as of grand and striking effect in the tout ensemble. The “Fall of the House of Usher” is what we denominate a stern and sombre, but at the same time a noble and imposing picture, such as can be drawn only by a master-hand. Such things are not produced by your slip-shod amateurs in composition.

–
Phil. Weekly Messenger
(Professor John Frost).

“William Wilson,” by Mr. Poe, reminds us of Godwin and Brockden Brown. The writer is a kindred spirit of theirs in his style of art. He paints with sombre Rembrandt-like tints, and there is great force and vigor of conception in whatever he produces.

–
Phil. Weekly Messenger
(Professor Frost).

There is also a sketch of much power and peculiar interest, entitled “The House of Usher” which cannot fail to attract attention -.. a remarkable specimen of a style of writing which possesses many attractions for those who love to dwell upon the terrible.

–
Phil. Pennsylvanian
(Jos. C. Neal).

Mr. Poe’s story of “The House of Usher” would have been considered a chef d’oevre if it had appeared in the pages of Blackwood.

–
N. Y. Evening Star.

“Lionizing” by Mr. Poe is an inimitable piece of wit and satire; and the man must be far gone in a melancholic humor whose risibility is not moved by this tale.

–
S. Lit. Messenger
(E. Vernon Sparhawk).

Mr. Poe’s “Hans Phaall” will add much to his reputation as an imaginative writer. The story is a long one, but will appear short to the reader, whom it bears along with irresistible interest through a region of which of all others we know least, but which his fancy has invested with peculiar charms.

–
Idem.

The author of the “Lunar Hoax” is indebted to the “Hans Phaall” of Mr. Poe for the conception and in a great measure for the execution of his discoveries.

–
Norfolk Herald.

The “Due de L’Omelette” by Edgar A. Poe, is one of those light, spirited, and fantastic inventions of which we have had specimens before in the Messenger, betokening a fertility of imagination and power of execution, that would, under a sustained effort, produce creations of an enduring character.

–
Baltimore American
(Geo. H. Calvert).

The “Due de L’Omelette” is one of the best things of the kind we have ever read. Mr. Poe has great powers, and every line tells in all he writes. He is no spinner of long yarns, but chooses his subject, whimsically perhaps, but originally, and treats it in a manner peculiarly his own.

–
National Intelligencer
(J. F. Otis).

Of the lighter contributions – of the diamonds which sparkle beside the more sombre gems, commend us, thou spirit of eccentricity, forever and a day, to “The Duc de L’Omelette,” – the best thing of the kind we ever have read or ever expect to read.

–
Petersburgh (Va.) Constellation
(H. Haines).

“The Tale of Jerusalem,” is one of those felicitous hits which are the forte of Edgar A. Poe.

–
Baltimore Gazette.

We seldom meet with more boldness in the development of intellectual capacity, or more vividness in description than we find in the productions of Edgar Allan Poe.

–
Brownsville (Pa.) Observer.

- Equally ripe in graphic humor and various lore.

–
Charleston Courier.

- An uniquely original vein of imagination, and of humorous delicate satire.

–
S. L. Messenger.

The story of “The Fall of the House of Usher,” from the pen of Mr. Poe, is very interesting – a well told tale.

–
Phil. U. S. Gazette
(Jos. R. Chandler).

Many of these tales are of a very high order of merit, and have been admired wherever they have been perused by men of mind. Mr. Poe is no imitator in story-telling. He has a peculiarity of his own – dealing often in rather wild imaginings, and yet he always contrives to sustain his plots with so much novelty of incident, that you must read him out in spite of any sober realities that may occasionally flit across the mind. And as you read you are ever impressed with the truth that he has much fancy, great richness of description, and true poetry for his imagery and colorings.

–
Phil. Sat. Courier
(E. Holden).

Poe can throw a chain of enchantment around every scene he attempts to describe, and one of his peculiarities consists in the perfect harmony between each locale and the characters introduced. He has certainly written some of the most popular tales of American origin.

–
Baltimore Post
(Dr. J. Evans Snodgrass).

He is excellent at caricature and satire.

–
Richmond Compiler.

He is one of the very few American writers who blend philosophy common sense, humor and poetry smoothly together.. He lays his hand upon the wild steeds of his imagination, and they plunge furiously through storm and tempest, or foam along through the rattling thunder-cloud; or, at his bidding, they glide swiftly and noiselessly along the quiet and dreamy lake, or among the whispering bowers of thought and feeling..There are few writers in this country – take Neal, Irving, and Willis away, and we would say none – who can compete successfully in many respects with Poe. With an acuteness of observation, a vigorous and effective style, and an independence that defies control, he unites a fervid fancy and a most beautiful enthusiasm. His is a high destiny.

–
St. Louis Commercial Bulletin.

Chacun a ses vertus.

—Crebillon’s Xerxes.

ANTIOCHUS
EPIPHANES
is very generally looked upon as the Gog of the prophet Ezekiel. This honor is, however, more properly attributable to Cambyses, the son of Cyrus. And, indeed, the character of the Syrian monarch does by no means stand in need of any adventitious embellishment. His accession to the throne, or rather his usurpation of the sovereignty, a hundred and seventy-one years before the coming of Christ; his attempt to plunder the temple of Diana at Ephesus; his implacable hostility to the Jews; his pollution of the Holy of Holies; and his miserable death at Taba, after a tumultuous reign of eleven years, are circumstances of a prominent kind, and therefore more generally noticed by the historians of his time than the impious, dastardly, cruel, silly, and whimsical achievements which make up the sum total of his private life and reputation.

Let us suppose, gentle reader, that it is now the year of the world three thousand eight hundred and thirty, and let us, for a few minutes, imagine ourselves at that most grotesque habitation of man, the remarkable city of Antioch. To be sure there were, in Syria and other countries, sixteen cities of that appellation, besides the one to which I more particularly allude. But ours is that which went by the name of Antiochia Epidaphne, from its vicinity to the little village of Daphne, where stood a temple to that divinity. It was built (although about this matter there is some dispute) by Seleucus Nicanor, the first king of the country after Alexander the Great, in memory of his father Antiochus, and became immediately the residence of the Syrian monarchy. In the flourishing times of the Roman Empire, it was the ordinary station of the prefect of the eastern provinces; and many of the emperors of the queen city (among whom may be mentioned, especially, Verus and Valens) spent here the greater part of their time. But I perceive we have arrived at the city itself. Let us ascend this battlement, and throw our eyes upon the town and neighboring country.

“What broad and rapid river is that which forces its way, with innumerable falls, through the mountainous wilderness, and finally through the wilderness of buildings?”

That is the Orontes, and it is the only water in sight, with the exception of the Mediterranean, which stretches, like a broad mirror, about twelve miles off to the southward. Every one has seen the Mediterranean; but let me tell you, there are few who have had a peep at Antioch. By few, I mean, few who, like you and me, have had, at the same time, the advantages of a modern education. Therefore cease to regard that sea, and give your whole attention to the mass of houses that lie beneath us. You will remember that it is now the year of the world three thousand eight hundred and thirty. Were it later -- for example, were it the year of our Lord eighteen hundred and forty-five, we should be deprived of this extraordinary spectacle. In the nineteenth century Antioch is -- that is to say, Antioch will be -- in a lamentable state of decay. It will have been, by that time, totally destroyed, at three different periods, by three successive earthquakes. Indeed, to say the truth, what little of its former self may then remain, will be found in so desolate and ruinous a state that the patriarch shall have removed his residence to Damascus. This is well. I see you profit by my advice, and are making the most of your time in inspecting the premises -- in

-satisfying your eyes

With the memorials and the things of fame

That most renown this city.-

I beg pardon; I had forgotten that Shakespeare will not flourish for seventeen hundred and fifty years to come. But does not the appearance of Epidaphne justify me in calling it grotesque?

“It is well fortified; and in this respect is as much indebted to nature as to art.”

Very true.

“There are a prodigious number of stately palaces.”

There are.

“And the numerous temples, sumptuous and magnificent, may bear comparison with the most lauded of antiquity.”

All this I must acknowledge. Still there is an infinity of mud huts, and abominable hovels. We cannot help perceiving abundance of filth in every kennel, and, were it not for the over-powering fumes of idolatrous incense, I have no doubt we should find a most intolerable stench. Did you ever behold streets so insufferably narrow, or houses so miraculously tall? What gloom their shadows cast upon the ground! It is well the swinging lamps in those endless colonnades are kept burning throughout the day; we should otherwise have the darkness of Egypt in the time of her desolation.

“It is certainly a strange place! What is the meaning of yonder singular building? See! it towers above all others, and lies to the eastward of what I take to be the royal palace.”

That is the new Temple of the Sun, who is adored in Syria under the title of Elah Gabalah. Hereafter a very notorious Roman Emperor will institute this worship in Rome, and thence derive a cognomen, Heliogabalus. I dare say you would like to take a peep at the divinity of the temple. You need not look up at the heavens; his Sunship is not there -- at least not the Sunship adored by the Syrians. That deity will be found in the interior of yonder building. He is worshipped under the figure of a large stone pillar terminating at the summit in a cone or pyramid, whereby is denoted Fire.

“Hark -- behold! -- who can those ridiculous beings be, half naked, with their faces painted, shouting and gesticulating to the rabble?”