In these early days no thought of any but a cousinly affection had rippled the smooth surface of Virginia’s childish mind, and she was the willing messenger between Poe and his “Mary,” who lived but a short distance from the home of the Clemms, and who, when the frosts of years had descended upon her, denied having been engaged to him—­apparently because her elders were more discreet than she was—­but admitted that she cried when she heard of his death.

In his attic room on Wilks Street he toiled over the poems and tales that some time would bring him fame.

Poe was living in Amity Street when he won the hundred-dollar prize offered by the Saturday Visitor, with his “Manuscript Found in a Bottle,” and wrote his poem of “The Coliseum,” which failed of a prize merely because the plan did not admit of making two awards to the same person.  A better reward for his work was an engagement as assistant editor of the Southern Literary Messenger, which led to his removal to Richmond.

The Messenger was in a building at Fifteenth and Main Streets, in the second story of which Mr. White, the editor, and Poe, had their offices.  The young assistant soon became sole editor of the publication, and it was in this capacity that he entered upon the critical work which was destined to bring him effective enemies to assail his reputation, both literary and personal, when the grave had intervened to prevent any response to their slanders.  Not but that he praised oftener than he censured, but the thorn of censure pricks deeply, and the rose of praise but gently diffuses its fragrance to be wafted away on the passing breeze.  The sharp satire attracted attention to the Messenger, as attested by the rapid growth of the subscription list.

Here Poe was surrounded by memories of his childhood.  The building was next door to that in which Ellis & Allan had their tobacco store in Poe’s school days in Richmond.  The old Broad Street Theatre, on the site of which now stands Monumental Church, was the scene of his beautiful mother’s last appearance before the public.  Near Nineteenth and Main she died in a damp cellar in the “Bird in Hand” district, through which ran Shockoe Creek.  Eighteen days later the old theatre was burned, and all Richmond was in mourning for the dead.

At the northwest corner of Fifth and Main Streets, opposite the Allan mansion, was the MacKenzie school for girls, which Rosalie Poe attended in Edgar’s school days.  He was the only young man who enjoyed the much-desired privilege of being received in that hall of learning, and some of the bright girls of the institution beguiled him into revealing the authorship of the satiric verses, “Don Pompioso,” which caused their victim, a wealthy and popular young gentleman of Richmond, to quit the city with undue haste.  The verses were the boy’s revenge upon “Don Pompioso” for insulting remarks about the position of Poe as the son of stage people.