Text: Anonymous, “[Notice of Poe's Death],” Evening Post (New York, NY), vol. XLVII, October 9, 1849, p. 2, col. 4

[page 2, columbn 2, continued:]

EDGAR A. POE. — This distinguished author, who was as well-known in our city for his infirmities as for his genius, died suddenly in Baltimore, on Sunday. His life has been one of unusual and painful vicissitudes. His youth was embittered by the wreck of hopes in which he had indulged until it was too late for him to be educated to the career of dependence that awaited him. After leaving the University of Virginia, he passed some time in Europe, and on his return, still young, he entered the Military Academy at West Point, which he left, to undertake the profession of literature. His experience is an addition to the many mournful examples of the vexations and sufferings which follow such as election. He was an industrious, original, and brilliant writer; and besides his numerous contributions to the periodicals, he published in volumes Tales of the Grotesque and the Arabesque; Arthur Gordon Pym, (a nautical romance,) Poems, Eureka (an essay on the materia [[material]] and spiritual universe,) Tales, and two or three elementary books on sciences. He resided the three of four last years at Fordham, near this city.