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Chapter 14: Poe
The saddest and the strangest figure in American literary history is that of
Edgar Allan Poe. Few writers have lived a life so full of struggle and disappointment, and none have lived and died more completely out of sympathy with their times.
His life has been made the subject of minute and prolonged investigation, yet there are still periods in his history that have not been satisfactorily cleared up. And the widest differences of opinion have existed as to his place and his achievements.
But there are few today who will not readily concede to him a place among the foremost writers of
America, whether in prose or in verse, and there are not wanting those who account him one of the two or three writers of indisputable genius that
America has produced.
Poe was born at
Boston, 19 January, 1809, the son of actor parents of small means and of romantic proclivities.
Before the end of his third year he was left an orphan, his mother dying in wretched poverty at
Richmond, Virginia, 8 December, 1811, and his father a few weeks later, if we may believe the poet's own statement.
He was promptly taken under the protection of a prosperous tobacco exporter of
Richmond,
John Allan, in whose family he lived, ostensibly as an adopted child, until 1827.
In his sixth year he attended for a short time the school of
William Ewing in
Richmond.
In the summer of 1815 he went with his foster-father to
England, and for the next five years, with the exception of a few months spent in
Scotland shortly after reaching
England, he lived in
London, attending first a boarding school kept by the
Misses Dubourg in Sloane Street, and later the academy of
the Rev. John Bransby in Stoke
Newington.
He impressed
Bransby 
