Text: Theodore Hagen (???), “Books and Writers.” New York Weekly Review, Sixteenth Year, No. 42/377, October 21, 1865, 5:3

EDGAR ALLAN POE is certainly as unfortunate in his death as he was in his life. Living, he was often very poor, and in a condition to need charity: and what he needed he received. Every one knows the sad story-of genius begging for bread. The natural end of it, of course, was the poet's grave. Unhappily, however, relatives of Poe had learned the potency of his genius, as a means of successful mendicity [[mendacity]]; and ever since the sods were laid over that wayward and storm-beaten heart, his name has been more or less connected with appeals for charity. Just now, the public are assured, in an article headed with Poe's full name, that his sister, Rosalie Poe, is in indigent circumstances, at Baltimore. A Mr. Hening [[Herring]] of that city, discloses this melancholy fact, and appeals for aid, in behalf of “the sister of the great poet.” Was it necessary to parade this matter in the newspapers? Is practical benevolence at such a low ebb in Baltimore, that assistance for “the sister of the great poet” could not be obtained, without recourse to printers’ ink? Is that delicate consideration, which is rightfully allowed to the living, to be withheld from the memory of the dead? We protest against this desecration of the poet's name. Mr. Hening [[Herring]] is kind enough to tell us where Poe is buried. We suggest the expediency of letting his bones rest there in peace. His ghost has been sent round a-begging quite long enough.