October 10: ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY
ON THIS DAY IN 1849, the Brooklyn Daily Eagle reprinted the following story from the New York Evening Post: “Edgar A. Poe. — This distinguished author, who was well known in our city for his infirmities as for his genius, died suddenly in Baltimore, on Sunday. His life had 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 independence 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 an 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 Arabesque; Arthur Gordon Pym (a nautical romance), Poems, Eureka (an essay on the material and spiritual universe), Tales, and two or three elementary books on science. He resided the three or four last years at Fordham near this city.”
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ON THIS DAY IN 1892, the Eagle reported, “Columbus might well have thought he was discovering a new heaven instead of merely a new world if his approach to the Bahamas was accompanied by such glorious October sunshine as marks the four hundredth anniversary of that event about New York harbor. Sun and earth and winds have combined to do honor to the great navigator, and the decorators have merely fallen into line in making Columbus pictures and statuettes the central features of the festivities. On every side the eyes fall upon representations of an elderly man, smooth shaven, with lace ruffles around his neck and perchance a sword in his hand. The feature of New York’s decorations, as remarked by everyone, is their universality. Go high, go low, from Castle garden to and even beyond Harlem river, you will find no street so remote, no alley so squalid, but gaily flaunts its bits of color. Were Rudyard Kipling here, he would have to admit that what he splenetically called ‘the long narrow pig trough known as New York’ is the most brilliant pig trough in the history of hogs. It is probable, even certain, that no city was ever so beautifully, so gaily, so artistically and, above all, so generously decorated as is New York today.”