the other. 'And whose lengthened sweetness long drawn out is that?' said I. 'Hear her!' he cried, 'just as if her vain little heart didn't tell her it's herself!""

In May, 1845, while still conducting The Broadway Journal, Poe began his celebrated critical papers, "The Literati of New York," in Godey's Lady's Book, of Philadelphia. The series commenced with George Bush, and terminated with Richard Adams Locke, making thirtyeight in all. The majority of these "literati" have long since passed into merited oblivion. An immense impetus was given to the Lady's Book by the publication of these papers. People read it who had never read it before. Poe caused as much terror among the literary pigmies as Gulliver caused among the Lilliputian pigmies. As a natural result of such unsparing criticism he made a "host of enemies among persons toward whom he entertained no personal ill-will." "It was his sensitiveness to artistic imperfections rather than any malignity of feeling that made him so severe a critic." It has been suggested that an appropriate escutcheon for Edgar Poe would have been the crest of Brian de Bois Gilbert- -a raven in full flight, holding in its claws a skull, and bearing the motto, "Gare le Corbeau."

As the spring of 1846 advanced, the health of Mrs. Poe continued to decline, and fearing the effects of the prostrating summer heat of the city upon the feeble health of the lovely and loved invalid, it was determined to remove

to the country. The pretty little village of Fordham was chosen for the home of the delicate wife. A tiny Dutch cottage was rented. It was on the top of a picturesque hill, a pretty, romantic spot; the antiquated little house was half buried in fruit trees. This new home was small enough, only boasting four rooms, two below and two above; but it was cool, quiet, and away from the noise and vexations of New York. The parlor was used by Poe as a study. Here he wrote "Ulalume," "Eureka," and other productions of his "lonesome latter years." This room was furnished with exquisite neatness and simplicity. The floor was laid with red and white matting; four cane-seat chairs, a light table, a set of hanging bookshelves, and two or three fine engravings, completed the furniture.

A gentleman who visited Poe at Fordham, in 1846, says: "The cottage had an air of taste and gentility that must have been lent to it by the presence of its inmates. So neat, so poor, so unfurnished, and yet so charming a dwelling I never saw. There was an acre or two of greensward fenced in about the house, as smooth as velvet, and as clean as the best kept carpet. Mr. Poe was so handsome, so impassive in his wonderful, intellectual beauty, so proud and reserved, so entirely a gentleman upon all occasions so good a talker was he that he impressed himself and his wishes even without words upon those with whom he spoke. His voice was melody itself. He