[From MS. in possession of Miss A. F. Poe.] Monday Morning, Oct. 14. MY DARLING MOTHER, -Your precious letter has this moment reached me, and oh how much it has comforted me! I am so thankful to have you say that you will come, I had so much feared your N. York friends would prevail on you to stay with them until spring, but thank Heaven the blessed privilege of your dear society this winter will be mine and dear mother will you not bring all of our darling precious Eddie's papers with you, all that you do not have to give up to the publishers, and his printed works too? There is so little here, that can be obtained of his the S. L. Messenger," "Literary World," Broadway Journal &c, &c, we never get, they do to you dear mother now. not come here at all. — If you will get a trunk and put them all in, and bring them on, it shall be no expense do grant me this, for everything he has written, is so dear to me, and my only comfort Oh mother darling darling mother, is it possible, that he will never never write to me again? I have waited so long, and now, to know it never can be, oh mother, is it wrong, I cannot bear it calmly, I cannot yet see, why, or how, it is all for the best, God grant may. -I am so thankful to see those kind notices of him, for my heart has been so pained, oh mother, it is so cruel, for those who envied him while living, to speak so harshly of him now that he is gone. but as you say, what matters it, he will never know it, and his friends will only love his memory more. Do write me what day you will be here, so I can meet you at the I |