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Letter from Edgar Allan Poe to John Allan, dated October 16, 1831 Manuscript, Valentine Museum, Richmond, Virginia.

 

Letter from Edgar Allan Poe to John Allan, dated October 16, 1831
Manuscript, Valentine Museum, Richmond, Virginia.


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Dear Sir,

It is a long time since I have
written to you unless with an application for
money or assistance. I am sorry that it
is so seldom that I hear from you or even
of you — for all communication seems to be
at an end, and when I think of the long
twenty one years that I have called you
father, and you have called me son, I could
cry like a child to think that it should all
end in this.

You know me too well to think
me interested — if so: why have I rejected your
thousand offers of love and kindness? It is true
that when I have been in great extremity, I have
always applied to you — for I had no other friend.
but it is only at such a time as the present
when I can write to you with the consciousness
of making no application for assistance, that
I dare to open my heart, or speak one word
of old affection. When I look back upon
the past and think of every thing — of how
much you tried to do for me — of your forebearance
and your genersoity, in spite of the most
flagrant ingratitude on my part, I can not
help thinking you myself the greatest fool in


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existence, I am ready to curse the day when I
was born.

But I am fully — truly conscious that all
these better feelings have come too late.
I am not the damned villain even
to ask you to restore me to the twentieth
part of those affections which I have so
deservedly lost, and I am resigned to
whatever fate is alotted me.

I write merely because I am by myself
and have been thinking over old times, and
my only friends, until my heart is full—
At such a time the conversation of new
acquaintance is like ice, and I prefer
writing to you altho' I know that you care
nothing about me, and perhaps will not
even read my letter.

I have nothing more to say — and
this time no favour to ask. Altho I
am wretchedly poor, I have managed to
get clear of the difficulty I spoke of in my
last, and am out of debt, at any rate.

May God bless you —
EAP.
Will you not write one word to me?