Showing posts with label Edgar Allan Poe. Show all posts
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Thursday, January 11, 2018

Erik Donald France to Wallace Fowlie, March 26, 1992

[Though earlier I'd donated to Duke letters from Wallace Fowlie (1908-1998) to me, more recently, in sorting through my files, I came across photocopies of at least some of the letters I wrote to him. Here's another one of them, from when I lived on Spruce Street. For his other letters, please see Wallace Fowlie Papers, David M. Rubenstein Rare Book & Manuscript Library, Duke University. Here's a link to the collection guide.]       

                                    Philadelphia, Pa.
                                    Thursday, March 26th 1992

Dear Wallace,

I don’t know who’s been busier, me taking classes, or you teaching them, & giving lectures. However, Arthur Rimbaud & Jim Morrison always remain in mind, & where they are involved, I always have extra time & energy. So let me assure you, I’d love to be a reader for you, whatever you desire! 

There is a spectacular book store here, Borders Bookshop, which is two stories high & always full of people, It’s a good place to browse & keep up with literature & criticism.

A few weeks ago, I picked up an excellent history of the Punk Rock movement, England’s Dreaming: Anarchy, Sex Pistols, Punk Rock and Beyond by Jon Savage (St. Martin’s Press, 1992), which provides additional evidence of Rimbaud’s & other French poets’ influence on rock and punk artists. In addition to translated quotations of Rimbaud, there is for instance the specific example of the band Television, an early band influence at the outbreak of Punk in the mid-1970s.

Richard Meyers and Tom Miller dropped out of school in Virginia, went to New York, and took the names Richard Hell and Tom Verlaine.  They opted for rock because, Hell says, “all the people whose work I was interested in, the self-conscious, twisted aestheticism of the French 19th century, were not the popular ground for the writing of the time.” (p. 88) They picked elements of fashion as well, which inspired the New York punk scene, which in turn influenced English groups.

I hope you’re fully recovered from your cold. Many people in class are ill, too. Only today did we have a first feel of fresh spring air. The city is a fascinating place for graduate study, but it’s hardly a health spa. . .
Most of my reading of late has been devoted to class-related studies, primarily on European & U.S. 19th century histories of the aristocracy and officer corps. The latter group is as far from the work of individual poets as one can imagine, and yet it’s still interesting by the very outrageous contrast. I recall Proust’s comments on his military service through the thoughts of Marcel, which in turn reminds me of E. A. Poe’s bittersweet experiences in the Army and at West Point. (Poe lived here for a time; I have yet to visit his house, now a museum, up on Spring Garden).

Then there is Appollinaire [Guillaume Apollinaire], and his strange acceptance of fighting in the Great War. My feelings at the time might have been closer to the Dadaists in Zurich, or even to the wild ravings of Céline and Hasek. [Louis-Ferdinand Céline and Jaroslav Hašek]. The war seems completely insane from the vantage point of 1992. But then, we’ve in many ways, as a society, hardly moved beyond it. The world is still quite full of nationalistic madness.
Still no word on The Doors Complete? Since JFK, there hasn’t been much more comment on The Doors, which is strange really. Critics and indeed many of today’s youth have negative feelings about it because of the drugs & drug use shown. Today’s youth seems to be fixated more on Government-approved cigarettes and alcohol, and yet it was clearly alcohol that did Morrison in, both artistically and physically. That was part of Stone’s mytho-biography as well, for those who wishes to see it. The film was hardly a glorification of drug use.

Most of my friends, including my sisters, found the film inspiring of the artistic process, an expressionistic rendering of Morrison’s losing struggle with the destructive as well as creative forces in his being. He succumbed to flesh & blood weaknesses. But his struggle was not a meaningless one. He, if not as forcefully and heroically as Rimbaud, did share some of Rimbaud’s artistic imperative.

Why indeed hasn’t someone made a mytho-biography of Rimbaud? Perhaps that’s coming in the wake of his centenary. But such a film would have to be miraculously innovative, in order to get at Rimbaud’s poetics. Maybe Werner Herzog could begin such a work, a fractured first look inspired by the poetry alone, not a soap opera of his relationship with Verlaine. Someone should try. Your Rimbaud-Morrison work may inspire someone to try it. Think of that, next time you look out at an audience like the one at Charlottesville. Certainly, if the recent films inspired by W. S. Burroughs and Kafka can be made, a Rimbaud film can at least be attempted.

Well, Wallace, I hope all is well with you & that the semester is proceeding as hoped. Mine is already lurching into its final stretch, & I will be finished in early May. I may come down to North Carolina for a short while. But will spend most of the summer here. I’ll let you know. Let me know if you want me to read your Morrison segment. I look forward to the possibility with great excitement!

Take good care of yourself.
                                                      As Ever
                                                           Erik




Thursday, November 2, 2017

Elizabeth Ann Macon Heath to Sarah "Sally" Tate Steptoe Massie, March 24, 1827

Sarah Maria Massie, circa 1825, first posted by Leroy Keller (via Ancestry)
[Elizabeth Ann Macon Heath at Richmond, Virginia, to Sarah "Sally" Tate Steptoe Massie at [Pharsalia,] Tye River Mills, Nelson County, [Virginia]. March 24, 1827. Postmarked Richmond, March 29, 1827. Massie Family Papers, Virginia Historical Society. This is my rough, annotated transcription from a copy graciously provided by William Myers. Extra paragraph breaks inserted for easier reading.]

                                            Richmond March 24th 1827
Dear Sally,

You have doubtless thought ere this, that I meant to pay you in your own coin by not replying sooner to your letter; but I assure you a spirit of retaliation has not at all actuated me. I have been intending to write for several weeks past, but something or other has prevented me doing so; However I hope you will not judge of me as a correspondent from the specimen I have given, but will promise to be more punctual in future.

You have probably seen Mrs. Waller who has told you all the news, for the members generally carry it all with them, and since their departure the town has been emphatically dull. I believe she was on the whole pleased with her visit here, tho' towards the last was anxious to return home: Eliza Garland was quite admired, but I have not heard that her beaux intend visiting New Glasgow.

I was much pleased to learn that Mr. Massie's health had so much improved & yours also pretty good. The medicine which has relieved him, I tried last summer, before I went up the country, but did not find much beneficial from it, which proves, that our complaints were not exactly of the same character.

[I]f he continues to fatten at the same ratio you mention, I think he will find it difficult to get a horse (even over the mountain) large & strong enough to carry him.

My health I am happy to inform you has continued to be good during the winter. I have had but three attacks since my return home, & those not very severe. I have been able to eat almost any thing with impunity --  my appetite tho' has been quite moderate, not as it was with you last summer almost voracious; so there is not much danger of over eating myself.

I shall ever attribute my recovery (with the blessing of God) to the kind treatment & good medical advice I received among you. I hope I shall ever feel gratified for the same. I often think of the pleasant hours I spent with you & almost wish I could recall them.

How did you manage to keep yourself warm during the severe weather we experienced this winter? [I]t was a difficult nature with the largest fires we could make to be comfortable here & it must have been colder in your country, particularly at your delightful summer habitation. I frequently thought of the Big Mountain, & the keen winds it would send upon you -- if you escaped getting cold then I think you need not fear in future. 

I am sorry to tell you that Mr. Heath is still on crutches & I am afraid is likely to be so for some time yet, for I do not perceive that his ankle gains much strength; I hope however time will restore it. [H]is general health is pretty good. My children are all well, but you will be surprised to hear that James does not walk yet.

The Bishop returned home a fortnight since after an absence of nearly five months. [H]e has been detained at the North all that time by a severe illness which liked to have proved fatal. [H]is children & friends were rejoiced to see him again & I feel a hope now, that his health will be reestablished.

Sarah received a letter from her Mama a few weeks ago. I was sorry to hear she had been indisposed, but hope ere this she has recovered. [R]emember me to her, & the Doc't when you see them, & tell her, I think she had better come down in the Spring for Sarah. I should be much pleased to see her.

I do not know how Sarah will make out with the solitude of Nelson, after the gaiety of of this winter, of which she has partaken pretty largely; I do not think she likes the idea of returning home much.

A most horrible transaction took place here a few days since; Samuel Parkhill, for a very slight provocation, threw a man down named Smythers, & cut his throat so much that his life was despaired of some time; but he is considered at present out of danger. Parkhill has made his escape, & it is probable he will not be caught tho' the Governor has offered a reward of $250 for him.

Very great excitement has existed in town, on the subject of religion for the last six months, numbers have been added to the Presbyterian, Baptist & Methodist churches; Mr. Charlton is at present stationed among the latter. [H]e has a large congregation to hear him. I go whenever I can to his church, & take much pleasure in his preaching.

I suppose Mr. Massie will be down this way in the summer to sell his tobacco, & what do you say to accompany him? [N]eed I tell you it will give me real pleasure to see you at my house, & that I will do every thing in my power to make your time agreeable. [D]o think of it, & moreover put it in execution. I know of nothing to keep you at home, particularly as you have such a good housekeeper. 

Mr. Heath desires to be remembered to you all. [R]emember me to Mr. Massie & Thomas if he is with you, also the old lady and gentleman, & accept for yourself the assurance of sincere regard from your friend --                                                                                             E. A. Heath

P.S. Do write to me soon it affords me much pleasure to hear from you. If you have any commission to execute I will attend to it cheerfully.        

[Sarah "Sally" Tate Steptoe Massie (1796-1828) was married to William Massie (1795-1862) and was the daughter of "Papa," James Steptoe (1750-1826). Their son Thomas James Massie (1817-1877) was born on March 23, 1817.There is a massive Massie collection at the University of Texas here.

Elizabeth Ann Macon Heath (1801-1868), spouse of James Ewell Heath (1792-1862), Virginia state (commonwealth) auditor, author and editor. Associate of Edgar Allan Poe's. 

My children = William (1821-1836), Richard (1822-1856) and Ellen Heath (1837-1860). James may have been another son who died young. 

Eliza Garland = Eliza Virginia Garland (circa 1811-1841), later married George Kuhn Cabell (1799-1873). 

The Bishop = Episcopal Bishop Richard Channing Moore (1762-1841), based at Richmond's Monumental Church, 1814-1841. 

Sarah and her mama = Sarah Maria Massie (circa 1810-1844),  daughter of Dr. Thomas Massie II (1782-1864) and stepdaughter of Sarah Ann Carrington Cabell Massie (1795-1831) since 1826.

Samuel Parkhill and Smythers = Samuel Parkhill and James S. Smithers. Mentioned in newspaper accounts at the time.  

The Governor = either William Branch Giles (1762-1830), who assumed office on March 4, 1827; or John Tyler (1790-1862), Virginia governor from 1825 until March 4, 1827.]

[Many thanks to Sue Davis, William Myers, Mary Davy and Sally Young for their ongoing research collaboration.]   

Thursday, October 26, 2017

Elizabeth Ann Macon Heath to Sarah "Sally" Tate Steptoe Massie, November 11, 1826

James Ewell Heath (1792-1862) from the Edgar Allan Poe Society
[Elizabeth Ann Macon Heath at Richmond, Virginia, to Sarah "Sally" Tate Steptoe Massie at Pharsalia, Nelson [County, Virginia]. November 11, 1826. "Martin" [courier]. Massie Family Papers, Virginia Historical Society. This is my rough, annotated transcription from a copy graciously provided by William Myers. Extra paragraph breaks inserted for easier reading.]

                                      Richmond November 11th 1826
Dear Sally,

Yours by Martin was safely received on Wednesday last, and the account he brought of you all being in tolerable health, was cause of much pleasure to us.

You will be sadly disappointed to learn from Mr. Saunders that the servant he had selected, & even purchased for you, was sold by the owner, the day before he intended taking her away; after the man having promised most sacredly to keep her for him. I was much concerned to hear this, as I liked the appearance of the girl, & from her account, as well as the woman who owned her, she would have suited you very well. I thought she was rather young, being about 16 years of age, but as her other qualifications were good, Mr. S concluded it would be the safest chance to get her.

I hope however he will be able to purchase another for you, which Martin can take up. I have not seen him since Wednesday, he told me then it was his intention to go to Powhatan, & endeavor to get someone there, whose character he had heard highly recommended. [S]hould he succeed, I hope she will prove as valuable as the former.

I have executed your commands, tho' not with the same dispatch I could have wished; the day I received your letter, I went ot Mrs. Blackgrove & enquired of her what would be the shortest possible time she could make a spencer[?]; I was informed that in consequence of having promised to finish some work, which was to go in the country, she could not possibly [finish] yours until yesterday, so that I might have it on Saturday morning.

I accordingly sent word to Mr. Saunders, that Martin would be detained a day longer if he waited for your articles, & desired to know whether he thought it would be agreeable to you for him to do so; he returned for answer that he must by all means wait. I accordingly sent the silk to Mrs. Blackgrove, & this morning I received the spencer. I hope you will like it; the cape which is attached to it, I think you will find comfortable; they are at present all the rage; no kind of dress is worn, without a cape of some sort; yours is nearly pasted on the spencer, you can wear it with, or without, as may be agreeable. 

It took two yards of silk at 6/9 per yard, which amounts to $2.25 cents leaving in my hands $2.75 to defray Mrs. Blackgrove's bill. She sent me word this morning, she had not time to make out the bill, so that I do not know what her charge is. I will tho' ascertain & whatever money may remain I can send by the Doc't when he comes down -- if however Mr. Saunders keeps Martin in town to day, I can send it by him.

I told Martin I should be ready for him by 10 O'clock this morning, but as he had not made his appearance yet, I think it probably he may be detained to day.

I suppose the arrival of the Doct's company has quite enlivened your neighborhood; & doubt not but you spent a very agreeable day with them; I presume they have in turn visited you and conclude you put your best foot foreward [forward] to entertain them.

I am very sorry to hear Mr. Massie is still indisposed. I have been more fortunate than he has; for since the attack I had shortly after my arrival home my stomach has been quite free from complaint, & my health has been better for some weeks past, than I have known it for many months. I have not doubt that my visit to you has contributed greatly to my recovery -- the inducements to repeat it, I assure you would at all times be sufficiently strong, if it were in my power to do so.

Mr. Heath continues pretty much as when he saw[?] you. O hope his ankle is gaining strength, but it is hardly perceptible -- his general health is good, he desires to be remembered to you all.

We received a long letter from Mr. Cocke, three weeks ago; they were well and in Paris; but expected tp proceed to Italy in a few days.

Sarah desires to be remembered to you, & says she will write very soon.

My respects to Mr. Massie & love to the boys; tell them that I felt much pleased they should remember my children, & they are very thankful for the whips[?]  

It gives me so much pleasure to hear from you, that I hope you will frequently indulge me in this way.

Farewell & believe me your sincerely attached friend -- EAH

[Sarah "Sally" Tate Steptoe Massie (1796-1828) was married to William Massie (1795-1862) and was the daughter of "Papa," James Steptoe (1750-1826). Their son Thomas James Massie (1817-1877) was born on March 23, 1817.There is a massive Massie collection at the University of Texas here.

Elizabeth Ann Macon Heath (1801-1868), spouse of James Ewell Heath (1792-1862), Virginia state (commonwealth) auditor, author and editor.

Martin = courier. 

Mr. Saunders = not sure who this is.

Mrs. Blackgrove = not sure who this is.

The Doct. = probably Dr. Thomas Massie (1783-1864).  

Mr. Cocke = not sure which of the Virginia Cockes this is (yet).

Sarah = <update November 3, 2017. Sarah = Sarah Maria Massie (circa 1810-1844),  daughter of Dr. Thomas Massie II (1782-1864) and stepdaughter of Sarah Ann Carrington Cabell Massie (1795-1831) since 1826.>

My children = William (1821-1836), Richard (1822-1856) and Ellen Heath (1837-1860).]

[Many thanks to Sue Davis, William Myers, Mary Davy and Sally Young for their ongoing research collaboration.]   

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Edward William Johnston to Thomas Willis White, August 29, 1842

[Edward William Johnston at Washington City to Thomas Willis White [at Richmond, Virginia], August 29, 1842. Container 9.7, Edgar Allan Poe Collection, The University of Texas at Austin, Harry Ransom Center. Note that in the original, Johnston's text frequently employs the old-fashioned "long s" -- i.e., when the letter "s" is doubled up in a word, the first "s" looks more like a lower case "f."]

Notes:


Johnston informs "My dear White" that he received White's letter and the enclosed $20 that morning. The money was probably for one of Edward's articles, either an anonymous piece or one signed "E.W.J."


Here is the main probability:


"Genealogy of Ideas," Southern Literary Messenger; Devoted to Every Department of Literature and the Fine Arts. Volume VIII, Number 9 (September 1842), pages 548-555. Richmond, Virginia: T. W. White. Link here.  He may have had something to do with this article, too: "NAPOLEON, WELLINGTON, &C.," translated from a French feuilleton, pages 593-599.

And here is a later publication also signed "E.W.J.:"

"The Politics and History of the Dance," Southern Literary Messenger; Devoted to Every Department of Literature and the Fine Arts. Volume XII, Number 7 (July 1846), pages 401-409. Link here.

In the letter, Johnston notes that he will prepare a sequel, though he is also engaged in "[s]peech writing." 

He intends to go to Philadelphia on the evening of August 31, 1842, spend "about a week there: "I shall employ my vacant hours finishing the 'Genealogy.'

He then offers his critique of other articles in the Number 9 (September 1842) issue, of which he presumably had a galley copy. 

The College of William &  Mary's professor Charles Minnigerode's "The Greek Dramatists" might make sense to Germans, but "to English people, such things are utterly unintelligible."

John Robert's play in five acts, "Riego; or, the Spanish Martyr" "is balderdash."

"Extracts from the Journal of an American Naval Officer," Johnston opines, "has merit."

Also acceptable, Philip St. George Cocke's "Scenes and Adventures in the Army."

As for Jane Tayloe Lomax's "Moonlight on the Grave," she is "more poetical in prose than in verse."

"The Critic," a sonnet attributed to Lord Byron was not so, but rather "perhaps" composed by Francis "Frank" Scott Key.  

"You Scotch poet is much the best in the No."

"I always criticize, thanks or no thanks."

"In haste yours
Ed. W. Johnston"

[Many thanks to Natalie Zelt, American Studies -- who in June 2014 was Public Services Intern at the Harry Ransom Center -- for assisting in scanning and processing the original letter at that time.]

[Thomas Willis White (1788-1843), founding editor and publisher of The Southern Literary Messenger, which began publication in 1834.

Edward William Johnston (1799-1867)

[Many thanks to William Myers, Mary Davy, Sally Young and Sue Davis for their ongoing research collaboration.]

Monday, February 6, 2017

Edward William Johnston to Thomas Willis White, October 4, 1836

[Edward William Johnston at New York City to Thomas Willis White [at Richmond, Virginia], October 4, 1836. Container 9.7, Edgar Allan Poe Collection, The University of Texas at Austin, Harry Ransom Center. Note that in the original, Johnston's text frequently employs the old-fashioned "long s" -- i.e., when the letter "s" is doubled up in a word, the first "s" looks more like a lower case "f."]

Notes:

Johnston informs "My dear White" that on October 3, 1836, he sent the latter the "proofs" of what would be published as "Classical Bibliography,” Southern Literary Messenger: Devoted to Every Department of Literature and the Fine Arts Vol. II, No. XL (October 1836): pages 677-684. Richmond, Virginia: T. W. White.

Intends to quickly write one or two more articles for White and will send them along.

"Have the goodness to tell Mr. Poe that I had yester-day a second conversation with Saunders and Otley upon the affair of the M.S. that they seem much disposed to become the publishers, here and in England, but can not, apparently, take it upon themselves to decide for their fraternal house abroad. They were anxious, therefore, to have the finished M.S., in order to send it out by the next packet."

Johnston "told them" that the "tales" were not ready for publication, and suggested they send what they had back to Poe so he could finish them for publication in November or December. They would direct what they had to Poe via "your bookseller Smith, or by the regular mode of conveyance." Advise Poe to complete and send back to manuscript "with all possible expedition."

And: "Give him, at the same time, my sincere compliments and good wishes."

Johnston says he's not likely to "fix" himself in New York City. The local literary publications that he might have worked for are "in a wretched condition," and he doesn't want to do political writing "unless it were in a region where other interests and more reputable principles prevail." He then makes vague references to an opportunity in Washington City, which though he doesn't mention by name, is a reference to plans to revive The Southern Review that were alluded to in a previous post here.

Sends regards to Mrs. White, "and believe me truly yours . . ."

Finally, as a postscript, he directs White to send future correspondence to "Mrs. Ed. W. Johnston" at No. 30, Chapel Street, N. York. And, he intends to "go South in a week or 10 days."

[Many thanks to Natalie Zelt, American Studies -- who in June 2014 was Public Services Intern at the Harry Ransom Center -- for assisting in scanning and processing the original letter at that time.]

[Thomas Willis White (1788-1843), founding editor and publisher of The Southern Literary Messenger, which began publication in 1834.

Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) was White's assistant from mid-1835 until early 1837 -- Poe basically took over as editor for most of his rocky tenure.

Edward William Johnston (1799-1867)

Saunders & Otley = Simon Saunders and Edward John Otley, Librarians and Publishers to the Queen, Brook Street, Grosvenor Square, London. 

The address given of 30, Chapel Street, N. York, is that of the hotel and restaurant owned and operated by Jerome De Cressac Villagrand (1776-1845), stepfather of Edward's wife, Marie Antoinette Estelle Costar (De Cressac Villagrand) Johnston (circa 1802-1848).]

[Many thanks to William Myers, Mary Davy, Sally Young and Sue Davis for their ongoing research collaboration.]

Friday, August 19, 2016

Personal Estate of Peter Johnston, Jr. (1832): Interior Artifacts

From Inventory and Appraisement of the Personal Estate of Peter Johnston, Jr. (1763-1831). Peter Carr Johnston (1793-1877), administrator. Washington County, Virginia, Will Book No. 6, page 261, recorded August 27, 1832. Appraisers: George V. Litchfield (ca. 1797-1875), Valentine Baugh (1775-1851) and Robert R. Preston (probably 1793-1866, Abingdon banker. Note that his son attended VMI and that Peter Carr Johnston was on VMI's first Board of Visitors in 1839).

Note: $1 in 1832 = about $27.00 in 2016

1 patent coffee mill = $4.00
7 one gallon pans and coffee pot = $2.25
1 brass mortar = $2.50
1 pair of brass scales and weights = $2.00
1 bell metal kettle = $3.00
4 large ovens and lids = $4.00
1 small oven and lid and small pot = $1.00
1 frying pan and grid iron = $1.00
1 waffle iron = .75
1 ladle and skimmer = .375
1 large bell = .95
2 pots racks, hooks, etc. = $2.00
1 tea kettle and crock = $2.00
2 pots and kettles = $4.00
3 sad irons (aka sadirons) = $1.75
5 pairs of andirons (fireplace log holders) = $3.00
3 buckets, piggin and bowl = $2.50
1 ground augur = .25
1 reel = .50
2 barrels = $1.50
1 chair = $5.00
4 China dishes - $8.00
10 large Liverpool dishes = $12.00
14 small Liverpool dishes = $7.00
1 large edged dish = .50
3.5 dozen Liverpool plates = $5.25
1 dozen Liverpool twifflers (9.5" plates) = $1.25
10 China plates = $3.00
2 cut decanters = $1.50
4 plain decanters = $1.25
2 white pitchers = .75
1 Britannia tea pot = .50
10 puff pans = .25
2 decanter stands = $1.00
1 stew pan and cheese toaster = $1.50
1 cake pan = .50
2 stone pitcher and jar = $2.00
1.5 dozen ivory handled knives and one pair of carvers = $5.50
1 dozen buck-handled knives and forks = $1.25
1 China soup tureen and stand = $2.00
21 China cups and saucers = $7.00[?]
5 cup plates, bowl and cream = $3.50
10 silver spoons = $20.00
12 teaspoons = $9.00
1 sugar tongs and 2 salt = $1.25
1 soup ladle = $5.00
1 Liverpool pitcher and creamer = .375
12 punch cans = $2.00
23 glass custards = $3.00
15 cut wine glasses = $3.25
7 plain wine glasses = .625
4 glass salts = .625
1 butter boat and stand = .375
3 fancy pitchers = $2.00
1 white pitcher and knife sharpener = $1.00

9 waiters = $5.00
2 dining tables = $12.00
1 large table = $5.00
1 small cherry table = $1.00
1 side board = $15.00
1 pair of card tables = $6.00
2 sets of drawers = $50.00
1 mahogany secretary = $25.00
1 poplar press = $5.00
1 dressing glass (mirror) = $1.50

1 trundle bedstead with bed and clothing = $8.00
1 bedstead, straw bed and clothing = $5.00
1 bedstead, bed, straw bed and 1 pair of sheets = $10.00
1 small table = .25
8 Rose blankets = $14.00
1 Demijohn, jug, and 16 blk. bottles = $4.25
4 barrels = $3.00
1 large chest = .50
1 keg = .50
2 beds and bedsteads = $32.00
1 wool mattress = $5.00
1 high post bedstead, bed, mattress and clothing = $30.00
1 gold detached lever watch = $100.00
16 cotton sheets = $16.00
8 linen sheets = $14.00
3 Calico counterpanes = $7.50
16 diaper and linen towels = $2.50
7 Damask tablecloths = $20
4 white jeans bed covers = $20.00
3 homespun counterpanes = $13.00
1 Marseilles Quilt = $5.00
8 pairs of pillowcases = $4.00

1 crowbar = $1.00
1 lightning rod = $3.00
5 green split window blinds = $2.50
2 painted tables = $1.00
1 glass stand and bowl = $2.50
1 set Backgammon tables = $1.50
1 game of chess = .0625
Library of books (to be considered in a later post).

Note that Mary Valentine Wood Johnston (1769-1825) had died in 1825. Peter's second wife, Ann Bernard (1775-1865), lived to be ninety and is buried in Richmond, Virginia. She was probably living at Panecillo when Peter died. They had married on December 13, 1828. In 1850 and 1860 she was living in the large household of Richmond merchant "Colonel" Walter Dabney Blair (1797-1878), whose son was a judge in Salem, Virginia (another son was a professor at William & Mary). Ann Bernard Johnston is buried next to Walter Dabney Blair and other family members in Shockoe Hill Cemetery, Range 10, Section 5. Ann Bernard was the daughter of John Bernard (1736-1799) and Henningham Carrington (1746-1810) and sister of Elizabeth Ann Bernard (1778-1862), who was also living in the Blair household in 1860. Elizabeth had married Willis Wills (1770-1834) of Amelia County, Virginia, in 1797, and together they had at least nine children. In addition, Elizabeth seems to have had twin sons via John Allan (1779-1834) on or about July 1, 1830, when she was about age 51. John Allan was also the guardian of Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849). Elizabeth is buried in the same section of Shockoe Hill Cemetery as Ann. 

At Panecillo in the 1830 census, 41 people resided as listed in this order: 6 white males, 6 white females, 14 black males, 15 black females. 

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Duel with Pistols: Edward William Johnston vs. John Moncure Daniel, 1852


Early 1852. Somewhere in the vicinity of Washington City. Two men, each with an entourage, face off with pistols. One, Edward William Johnston, is an editor of the Richmond Whig. His opponent is John Moncure Daniel, editor of the rival Richmond Examiner.

How did things come to this? 

They began in 1851 with cutting back-and-forth remarks about the transportation of a version of Hiram Powers' marble statue, The Greek Slave (1844). Cherchez la femme! 


(The Greek Slave, Corcoran Gallery of Art, Wikimedia Commons).

From poking fun to attacking one another, their acidic writing turned from mockery to an actual physical duel.

Now geared up in January, 1852, Johnston and Daniel squared off against each other. Both fired a pistol shot -- into the air. 

When it came down to the nitty gritty, both men must have realized how ludicrous the situation had become. Daniel later claimed to have taken pity on Johnston. I'm still looking for additional details, but more will be revealed.

With their pistol duel out of the way, Johnston and Daniel seem to have gained in respect for each other. Daniel later supported the generalship of Edward's brother, Joseph Eggleston Johston, over Jefferson Davis, the Confederate president.  However, Daniel was shot in a final duel and died less than a month before Abraham Lincoln.

Initial sources: Peter Bridges, "A Pen of Fire," VQR (Virginia Quarterly Review) Winter 2002, pages 41-53; and same author, Pen of Fire: John Moncure Daniel (Kent, Ohio: Kent State University Press, 2002), pages 45-48.  In the first publication, Bridges also notes this: "[Edgar Allan] Poe challenged Daniel to a duel, and in an inebriated state went to the Examiner office . . . He found Daniel, sitting in a chair with a brace of pistols; the poet sobered and backed down." Here's a link to the online version: http://www.vqronline.org/articles/2002/winter/bridges-pen-fire/

If you have any further information about the Johnston-Daniel duel of 1852, please leave a comment here or email me at efrance23@gmail.com  




 

Friday, August 31, 2012

Edward William Johnston (aka Il Secretario): "American Letters," Part III





















Edward William Johnston under the pen name IL SECRETARIO, "American Letters -- Their Character and Advancement." The American Review: A Whig Journal of Politics, Literature, Art and Science. Volume I, Issue 6 (June 1845): pages 575-581. [Continued].

Picking up from the last section (page 578): Johnston continues to assert the relative feebleness of American poetry up until the 1845 present. 

Have we, then, among the living poets of this country, any one who has founded a school, a poetic sect of his own? Nobody can for an instant suppose it. . . . Poets, you call ours: but where is the poem they have produced?

(Page 579): Fugitive pieces no more make the poet than portraits the painter . . . Surely if you would pair with a Columbian [i.e. American] rival either Southey or Coleridge or Keats or Moore, or even Proctor, you would be puzzled; and how far is it from such to Byron, Burns, Wordsworth, and Shelley? This is, of course, the only way to settle pretentions and pretenders -- to come to particulars and parallel. Piece for piece, where are the poems to be matched with others even of this exhausted day of English poetry? Halleck, Longfellow, and Bryant* are certainly the pride of all American verse; they rise far above all the rest [but do not match the power of the best British poets]. . . [As for] Bryant's "Effusions." They are rather poetic gleams than poetry: they show one who has poetic thoughts, but not the poet . . . Nothing can be more ridiculous than a short poem in blank verse. Its stateliness, its solemn cadences, its majestic flow and force imply grandeur and continuity of subject, and make it fit for heroic use alone.

Johnston then skewers Joseph Rodman Drake (1795-1820). It's worth noting here that Edgar Allan Poe earlier critiqued Drake in a review of "Culprit Fay" published in The Southern Literary Review (April 1836): pages 330-331. Poe and Johnston both thought "Culprit Fay" was terrible.

(Johnston, page 579): Perhaps we should speak of Drake, whose "Culprit Fay" has won, in our domestic criticism, rapturous enconium. It was thought highly imaginative and elegant. Now, there are folks for whom sylphs, and nymphs, and gnomes, and fairies, mixed with a due quantity of flowers, and odors, and moonshine, and a star or meteor, or so, make, with no further help than that of a witch, a tempest, a sprinkle of monsters, a few hideous reptiles, and a little ornithology, conchology and entomology, a divine body of fancies. Such, it strikes us, is this new Nymphidia, destitute of everything like airy and elegant invention, a lifeless piece of ingenuity, in a vehicle of verse the tamest . . . 

[To be continued. Next: Johnston gives his thoughts about gender roles]. 

*Fitz-Greene Halleck (1790-1867), Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882) and William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878).