The first details how revolutionary political causes, like Irish Nationalism and the Bolshevik Revolution were exploited by British Intelligence. Also, Occultism was used to this end. Much of Crowley's "Magick" centered around controlling people by *psychologically* obliterating their identity. Crowley basically used same psych control methods that pimps use to control the whores who believe the pimp 'loves' them.
The second details international organized crime and its connection to state-sponsored terrorism, various intelligence communities, various militaries. Prostitution rackets were great informant networks; almost always state-sponsored (e.g. police cooperation, military funding, intelligence community patronage).
Prostitution is the common denominator that links the two books. Very lucrative. To have state funding though, organizers would need to guarantee girls clean-- the most organized international prostitution rings were run by medical doctors. (Ding, ding!) There was a lot of violence in this community. Lot of police protection. Lot of bodies, particularly young female ones. Lot of psychopaths.
This thread is fairly discursive. An under-developed underlying theme may be something like the underside of the history of ideas.
An excerpt from an article discussing the people that used to hang out at John Anderson's tobacco shop.
The Daily Gazette (Wilmington, DE), November 29, 1881, Page 3, Column 3
A Fortune from Finecut
Career of John Anderson, the Veteran Tobacconist
Thirty or more years ago he kept a
little tobacco shop in Wall street, close
to Broadway. It was so small that three
men could not move freely before the
counter, yet it was haunted by the
conspicuous men about town. Gen. Winfield
Scott, Col. Monroe, son of the
President; Mr. Williams, the translator
of Eugene Sue's works, Park Benjamin,
of whom Mr. Anderson used to say that
"he was the editor of more papers than
there were streets in that ward," C.
Edwards Lester, who wrote, "The
Glory and Shame of England," and
many of tbe fops, the merchant princes,
and the politicians of the metropolis
were among the frequent visitors there.
Snuff taking was universal then, and
many of the young men felt privileged
to go behind the counter and mix the
snuff to suit themselves.
According to this, Anderson gave Thomas Williams, a literary/bohemian type, $500 for coming up with a trademark for one of his tobacco products.
The True Northerner (Paw Paw, MI), March 10, 1882, Page 6, Column 4
(New York Mercury)
John Anderson, the great tobacconist,
millionaire and philanthropist, died
recently; and that reminds me that some
years since and not so very long ago, but
many livin' men remember it, John
Anderson, Ben Wood and Fernando
Wood sat on the same bench together
makin' cigars. Anderson used to keep a
cigar store on Broadway, opposite Pearl
Street, near a big hospital with green
shutters, that has long since moved up
town. But it was in a little store near
Ann street that he laid the beginnin' of
Anderson's big hit was made by his
"Solace tobacco," and this tobacco
owes most of its luck to a name;
and this name had its origin in the
brain of an old New York Bohemian
called William--Thomas Williams--who
was a very curious character, and had
led an eccentric existence. He was a
big fat fellow, very dignified, and carried
a heavy gold headed cane. He was an
Englishman, belonged to a "good
family," and at one time had handled a
good deal of money.
But he had two hobbies, both expensive
ones--the stage and the lottery.
He was all the time followin' actresses
about, and buyin' ticket in all sorts of
"schemes." He followed Mrs. Siddons
all over England, with some friends in a
four-in-hand coach, always takin' a
private box at all the lady's performances.
These two hobbies soon brought him
to grief, and he came to this country to
make a livin' with the only things he
had left--his education and his brain.
He got some translatin' to do, and he
worked awhile on a paper that was
popular in its day, called Winchester's New
One day he dropped in at Anderson's
shop and saw Anderson there. The two
got talkin', and Anderson said he had
been tryin' for some time to think of a
nice name for some tobacco he had
wanted to introduce. "Can't you think
out a name for me?" he said to Williams.
Williams tried the tobacco Anderson
spoke of, liked it very much, and said
he would take some of it to his rooms to
serve him as a "solace in his lonely
"By the by, Anderson," he said, "I
believe I have hit the very name you
want--'Solace.' That's it. Call your
tobacco the 'Solace' tobacco."
Anderson did so, and either the name
or the tobacco made a tremendous hit.
About eighteen months afterwards
Anderson met Williams on the street
and asked him to call at his store the
next day. Williams, wonderin' what
was up, did so, and, to his great surprise
and no little gratification, Anderson
handed him a check for $500.
"What's this for?" asked Williams.
"Why, its for one word," answered
"Five hundred dollars for a word!"
says Williams. "That's mighty good
"Pshaw!" replied Anderson; "I have
made over five thousand by it."
And then he explained to Williams
that this money was in return for the
lucky idea that Williams had given him
that day on the word "Solace."
A link to a translation that Thomas Williams did for the New World.
New World, Volume 5, August 20, 1842, Page 120-121
Incidents of Travel
Mount Vesuvius, Herculaneum and Pompei in 42
Translated, for The New World, from the French by
Thomas Williams Esq.
An article about the 1838 disappearance of Mary Rogers, with some editorializing about women working in shops.
The Native American (Washington, DC), November 03, 1838, Page 1, Column 5
The Pretty Segar Girl
The well known
Pretty Segar Girl who attended Anderson's
store, next door to the Hospital, has eloped
under very distressing circumstances. Her name is
Mary Cecilia Rogers, and her mother resides in
Pitt street. She wrote a letter to her, in which
she expressed her determination to commit
suicide from a love affair, as 'tis supposed. Great
anxiety is manifested to procure some intelligence
of her, although it may turn out that she has gone
off with some person.
Generally speaking, we approve of females
attending various stores; we think every avenue
should be open to them whereby they can honorably
earn a living and become independent; there
are also several light trades in which they may be
occupied, and in many instances ladies would
rather be waited upon by females than by males,
but we do object to setting them up to public gaze,
and making them the peculiar feature of attraction,
particularly in a Segar Store in the most frequented
part of Broadway. All the young men in town
who smoke, were tempted to purchase their
shilling's worth of segars at this store, and those who
were not in the habit were led to commence the
practise in order to see and talk with that pretty
girl. The temptation was mutual, the men
purchased the segars which her taper fingers culled
from the box--she handed the slip of paper to be
lit from the lamp on the counter to ignite the
segar--all this took time, and enabled each to say
something complimentary to her; they gazed on
her beautiful and expressive face, and she in turn
drank whole draughts of flattery--the result is
either an elopement with some individual, or in
a romantic fit from disappointed or betrayed love,
she has made way with herself.
The principle and practise, as carried out in
this instance, are altogether wrong.
Hamlet. If you be honest and fair, you should
admit no discourse to your beauty!
Ophelia. Could beauty, my lord, have better
commerce than with honesty?
Hamlet. Aye, truly; for the power of beauty
will sooner transform honesty from what it is, to
a bawd, than the force of honesty can translate
beauty into his likeness.''--N. Y. Star.
John Anderson is listed in the New York Business Directory, 1840-1841, as “Importer of Havana & Principe Segars in all their varieties, 321 Broadway, sign of the Indian Chief.” On September 13, 1840, the New York Sunday Morning Atlas carried a woodcut of a dark-haired beauty proffering a cigar as “The Cigar Girl,” No. 22 in an illustrated series, “Portraits of the People.” The picture was accompanied by an essay on the recently adopted English practice of hiring pretty girls as clerks in cigar stores for the purpose of attracting the “men about town.” Following the essay was a “brief history” emphasizing the dangers of such employment, although in the narrative the virtue of the fictional heroine triumphs and is rewarded. The Atlas picture was used again in that paper for August 6, 1841 as a portrait of Mary Rogers (see Walsh, Poe the Detective, p. 59).
A 1995 book reproduced the woodcut mentioned above. (Not sure if the link will work for everyone.)
The Mysterious Death of Mary Rogers: Sex and Culture in Nineteenth-Century New York (New York: Oxford University Press, 1995), Page 135
By Amy Gilman Srebnick
I found a copy of the article mentioned, but unfortunately some of the text is not clear because of crinkles in the newspaper.
Richmond Palladium (Indiana), November 07, 1840, Page 1, Column 1
The Cigar Girl
From the Sunday Morning Atlas [New York]
It is but a few years since cigar stores sprung
up among us. Before they were opened in this
city, cigars were retailed almost exclusively at
hotels, groggeries, and groceries. Some calculating
Yankee who had travelled, or scheming
Englishman who thought he might make money by
adopting a custom of his country, doubtless was
the first to open a store in Gotham for the exclusive
sale of cigars. In a place that may almost
be called a city of smokers, the cigar store is a
great convenience, for there are many gentlemen
who inhale the weed who would not like to enter
a public house for a supply, which they must
previously have done, had they not supplied themselves
with a box at a time.
One custom brings on another very rapidly.
When the fox got his head into the house it was
not long before his tail came following after.--
The cigar stores, which depended exclusively upon
the excellency of their commodity to insure
custom, the more effectually to bring grist to the
In London there are a great many individuals
called "men about town." These are formed of
bucks, bloods, sporting characters and exquisites.
There all are, or effect to be, great admirers of
pretty women. Wherever a pretty woman is,
there they must be. It is thought that Madame
Vestris made her Olympic theatre so long a
profitable concern, not so much by her own exquisite
singing and dancing, nor by the inimitable
performances of Liston--natures droll--as by the
quantity of sweetly pretty women who she always had
upon the stage. Many of the cigar store keepers
in London were determined to try the experiment--
they did so, and succeeded. The "young
men about town" crowded the stores where pretty
girls presided, and expended their money
plentifully for the benefit of the proprietor. Now the
fact is, there are many "young men about town"
in this city--exquisite fellows in their own opinion,
whose lives are spent in the sublime art of
dressing and cultivating whiskers--those who
have any--and imperials and mustaches--in
discovering the most delicate scents to perfume
their bodies with--these beings are monomaniacs
--but very harmless ones. They go in extacies [sic]
at the performance of a pleasing dancer, and have
been known in their raptures to strike their
white kid gloves together with a force that would
produce a sound audible to any person who sat
next to them and who was blessed with good
ears, and furnished with a good ear trumpet.--
They have also been known to throw a delicate
wreath or a small boquet [sic] upon the stage when
[???????] dancer has been pirouetting before
them--but then they have always been in the
stage box upon such occasion, and to deposite [sic]
their favors on the stage has not required more
strength than would force them some two or
three feet. These "men about town" have two
articles of faith. First, they are the only
connoisseurs of beauty; and secondly, that they
are irresistably captivating. These animals are
well to do in the world, they are flush of money;
and it is to catch them & others not quite so weak
and insane as they are, that the Cigar Girl is
placed behind the counter. She is the magnet
of attraction, and the cigars go off as that very
erudite and philosophic Sam Veller would say,
"in consequence of the maneuver."
(To the following brief history we give neither
date nor location.)
In a back room, barely furnished with a bed,
a small deal table and two wooden chairs, sat
two females. The eldest looked exceedingly
sorrowful, the youngest wore a bonnet half pushed
from her head, as she sat with her face buried in
her hands, which were supported upon the table.
The long ringlets that escaped from her bonnet
and served entirely to conceal her feature, were
of raven blackness and silkiness. As she lifted up
her head, her face, which was of great beauty,
was set with tears. It was a sad thing to see so
much misery between these two lovely
"I can get no more work, mother," said the
youngest. "Mr. Brown says that the times are
so hard he has been compelled to discharge forty
hands, and that there is no prospect of doing
any thing for a long time."
"The Lord have mercy upon us!" exclaimed the
"There is one chance left for us--one that I
dread to think of--but which is better than to see
"What is that? what is that?" enquired the mother
with some quickness, and a heightened color.
"Mr. James has opened a cigar store, and he
wants a young lady to attend it--one who is--
"I understand you my child--good looking you
would say, and few would stand a chance with
you on that score. But no dear--we must not--
I, your mother, dare not think of it. You would
be exposed to the rude gaze of every creature, who
in laying out his beggarly trifle, expecting that
the exhibition of a pretty girl was included in
his charge, and that he had paid for the privilege
of staring you out of countenance. You
might be exposed to impertinence, or even insult.
No, no, my child, we must think of it. Go out
again Ellen among other clothing stores, something
surely will be obtained. We will economise,
and if we get but little, remember that
'God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.'"
Ellen's eyes were dry on the instant, and lighted
up with hope She kissed her mother and
departed. The old lady fancying that any sacrifice
while her daughter was with her, was preferable
to parting with her soul's treasue. It
would have taxed a nice calculator however, how
two beings who scarcely could be said to have
partaken of a meal a day, would have economized
unless it was living without nutriment altogether,
and to this straight they seemed likely to
be reduced. Ellen returned. Her mission was
vain. No employment was to be had. For several
days the mother and the child rather existed
than lived. At length the subject of a cigar
store was brought up.
"Mother, we cannot starve. I must accept
Mr. James' offer-- at least till something else
turnes up. You do not fear that I have strength
to maintain myself with respect, and honor to
"No my dear Ellen. I have no fear on that
score. Your heart is pure--your principles are
sound. It is not by such creatures as could
address you in such a situation that a virtuous mind
could loose it glory and clothe itself with shame.
My only fear was the pain of exposing you to
the gaze of the many that will be attracted by
your beauty, and remarks you will be forced to
"I shall not heed them, dear mother--no more
than the many profane remarks that I hear occasionally
in passing through the streets. I will
pray for their reformation."
"I believe, Ellen, I am wrong. It is our
province to fulfil [sic] our duty in whatever situation
Providence may please. Go, Ellen, go. He who
watches even a sparrow's fall will not desert a
trusting heart that confides in him."
The extraordinary beauty of Ellen drew many
customers to Mr. James' store, and so well was he
pleased with her attraction that he raised her salary.
Ellen's situation was at first very irksome,
and she concealed from her mother--anxious to
know every thing that occurred--some of those
little annoyances which she felt might pain her
parent or render her unhappy. She felt that she
was bound to do her duty unflinchingly in the
situation in which Providence had placed her, and
she proved that there is no situation in life, in
itself honest that may not be maintained with
respect and honor.
Over the crowd that assembled daily to see her
beauty, she exercised a perfect control. Civil
and affable to all, was that in her look and bearing
which awed rudeness and even its conception.
It is said that before the firm and steadfast look
of man the lion quails, and that the maniac in its
wildest passion cowers and trembles--such spell
has virtue over vice--such spell had Ellen Somers
over the majority of those who visited the store.
Among the frequenters of the place were three
persons known in common parlance as gentlemen.
One was a thin young gentleman with a foreign
air, one who would unquestionably be taken by
any person unacquainted with him for one of
those Count Feignwells who have made so
much capital out of our fashionable citizens.
Another was a tall, stout, rosy cheeked, good
looking gentleman--the third had nothing to
distinguish him beyond a quiet propriety of dress, and
a gentlemanly figure and deportment.
The three gentlemen declared Ellen to be
devilish pretty, and the two first resolved to call her
their own. They even [?????????] to bet
on who should be the happy man to make the divine
creature his god[d]ess of pleasure. The third,
Henry Wilkinson, said nothing upon this subject,
and would by no means enter upon the bet
engaged in by the others. He watched the result
however, with much interest.
This was the crisis of the Cigar Girl's life.
All the arts that professed libertines use; were
to be put in force to gain their end. Each
anticipated a speedy victory--each was disappointed.
They commenced by being very liberal, much to
the good of the store, it advanced them nothing
--they endeavored to force upon her costly
presents, it was vain. One, upon an occasion, proposed
to her to take a ride in his barouche--they
never made a similar offer.--They retired from
the siege awed, abashed, and crest fallen. They
had never even an opportunity of pouring sophistry
or their slang into the maidens unpolluted ears
--and they finally hated her, while they respected
her, for they felt she was a superior being to
themselves. In this discomfiture of retiring like
used up hound their only conclusion was, they
were both in the same contemptible situation, and
that one could not triumph over the other.
It was at this period that Henry Wilkinson
became a frequent visitor. His advances were made
gradually. He entered into conversation with her,
and was surprised to find that her mind was as
in beauty, as her countenance. He saw the
position that she held and the manner in which she
held it. He admired her, and he caused by his
pleasing manner, a reciprocity of feeling.
Ellen's mother had always been in the habit of
calling at night for her daughter, and of
accompanying her home. She was, however, confined
to her bed for a time with illness. During this
period, Henry Wilkinson saw her home, and in
their walks the affection that had sprung up
between the young people grew into the warmest
feeling and each mutually confessed the passion.
It was on the evening of a dull day, in which a
drizzling rain had been most uncomfortably incessant,
that Henry appeared, according to custom,
to see Ellen home. He brought with him a
remarkable old looking umbrella, at which Ellen
laughed heartily. They had not been out long
before it was found to be totally inefficient.
Henry, professed to be deeply chagrined at this,
insisted upon ordering a barouche, which Ellen
resisted. Her lover, however, overcame her scruples
and they entered the carriage. Henry was
in the highest spirits, and so entertatning that
Ellen was totally abstracted in his remarks for some
time. At length she was recalled to passing events.
"What a time we have been," she said--"Why
you have told a story that must have occupied
half an hour at least, and--good heavens! we are
out of the city! stop the man, Henry, he does not
know where he is driving us."
"Yes he does. It is all right."
"O my poor mother!"
"She shall be well provided for."
"Cease, sir, to shock me by any illusions to
baseness. Oh, Henry, turn back, for the love of
heaven! and I will forgive you, and pray heaven
to forgive you too, Oh Henry, I would not think
you capable of this."
Here the poor girl shed tears like rain. Henry
was affected and it was some moments before he
spoke. At length he said.
"This is vain--I have gone too far to recede.--
It is useless for you to oppose my wishes. What
can you do?"
"I can die."
The whole of that night was passed by Mrs. Somers
in the greatest anxiety. Her only hope was,
that in consequence of the uncomfortable state
of the weather, Ellen had been induced to stay
with Mr. James family. Early in the morning
the mother hurried to the store and there learned
from Mr. James himself, that Ellen had gone the
night previously at the usual hour with a gentleman,
a friend of hers, who had been in the habit
of seeing her home nightly.
"It is my fault--it is my fault!" exclaimed the
distracted woman. "I should have known better
--I have sold her for filthy [lucre]. What says the
Bible? 'Lord, deliver us from temptation,' and
I, her mother, who taught her to breathe that very
prayer--I have placed her in temptation's way
myself. Oh! she is lost, so lost!"
More dead than alive [?????] mother tottered
home. On entering her apartment, there
stood before her, her daughter [and] Henry.
"O Ellen, Ellen Somers!" she exclaimed.
"Not Ellen Somers, but Ellen Wilkinson," exclaimed
"Is it so, my child? speak!"
"It is, dearest mother," and the child and parent
were buried in each other's embraces.
It was even so. Henry had been struck with
Ellen's manners at first. [????] the libertines
won his admiration. The graces of her
mind, more than her person, [????] his love and
respect. He deemed the last [??} trial to which
he put her, necessary, and [????] that she
passed unsullied through the final ordeal.
After the scene narrated in the carriage, the
vehicle stopped at his country [residence], and there
in the presence of his family Ellen and Henry
That in every station in life the most humble,
as well as most lofty and [virtuous] mind may
support itself with respect [and] honor, may be
learned from the history of [the] Cigar Girl.--
At the same time, that [expressive] portion of
the Lord's prayer should be [???] present to us.
"Lead us not into temptation."
I don't know how this story played in 1840, but it seems pretty messed up to me.
A brief history of the New York Atlas, which published the 1840 story about a "beautiful cigar girl."
Journalism in the United States, from 1690-1872 (New York: Harper & Brothers, 1873), Pages 338-339
By Frederic Hudson
In 1838, two printers, Anson Herrick, of the Express, and Jesse A. Fell, of the Daily Whig, started the Sunday Morning Atlas. They had no money. They were not supplied with an overplus of industry. But a paper issued once a week they thought they could manage without injury to their health. The News was selling at sixpence a copy. These two disciples of Faust calculated that if they could publish a paper at three cents they would obtain a large circulation, and make the concern a success with advertisements. The editorials were supplied gratuitously for a week or two by Samuel J. Burr (one of the editors of the Daily Whig),Worthington G. Snethen (formerly of John Gibson's True American, of New Orleans), and Frederick West, who issued the first penny paper in Philadelphia called the Transcript, afterwards merged with the Public Ledger. On the issue of the third number, West, with a limited credit of $50 per week obtained of Dudley Persse, of the firm of Campbell and Persse, for paper, became editor and a partner in the Atlas. West was a happy man. He was a clever little Englishman, ready to assist any one with poetry or pennies. Shortly after, Fell fell out of the concern, and John F. Ropes was roped in, and then the firm was Herrick, West, and Ropes. Herrick and Ropes became politicians, and published a daily paper for a short time, to the depletion of their bank account. Then the former was elected an alderman of the metropolis, and the latter held a sinecure in the Custom-house. Herrick was afterwards elected to Congress, and, for obvious reasons, was called a deacon. He died a few years since. The Atlas, we believe, is now published by his son.
P. T. Barnum writes about his association with the Atlas.
Life of P. T. Barnum (London: Sampson, Low, 1855) Pages 356-358
by Phineas Taylor Barnum
This is not exactly the place to introduce a newspaper, but the incidental mention of Mr. [Frederick] West suggests the "Sunday Atlas," which was always a favorite of mine. I knew its proprietors, West, Herrick and Ropes, when they commenced its publication. They were my early friends, and rendered me many favors, which I cheerfully reciprocated whenever opportunity offered. My European correspondence, before alluded to, was written for this paper.
The incident I am about to relate requires me to mention, that the proprietors of the Atlas had published my portrait with a brief sketch of my life, interspersed with numerous anecdotes.
At the time Adams was murdered by Colt, the excitement in New-York was intense; and when the body of the victim was discovered, cut up, packed in a box, and shipped for New-Orleans, a pamphlet was issued purporting to give a correct portrait of the murdered Adams. Like thousands of others, I desired to know how the poor man looked, and greedily purchased a pamphlet. I found that the stereotype of my portrait had been purchased from the Atlas, and was published as the portrait of Adams! I fancied then, as well as many times before and since, that "humbug" did not belong exclusively to the "show " business.
In about 1843, the editors of the Atlas were much annoyed by a series of libel suits. The first case required bonds of $5000. I gave them. A second suit from the same party was immediately instituted, and I again gave the same amount of bonds. A third suit followed, and I again offered myself as their bail. The lawyer of the plaintiff, having hoped by bringing so many suits to give the defendants trouble in obtaining bonds, was much annoyed at my continually offering myself as their bail.
On my third appearance before the judge for that purpose, the lawyer being much vexed became impertinent, "Mr. Barnum," said he, "you have already given bail to the amount of $10,000, and now you offer yourself for $5000 more. Are you worth $15,000, sir?"
"I am, sir," I replied.
"Of what does your property consist, sir?" he asked peremptorily.
"Do you desire a list of it?" I inquired.
"I do, sir, and I insist upon your giving it before you are accepted as further security," he replied firmly.
"With pleasure, sir. Have the kindness to mark it down as I call it off."
"I will, sir," he answered, taking a sheet of paper and dipping his pen in the ink for that purpose.
"One preserved elephant, $1000," said I.
He looked a little surprised, but marked it down.
"One stuffed monkey skin, and two gander skins, good as new— $15 for the lot."
"What does this mean? What are you doing, sir?" said he, starting to his feet in indignation.
"I am giving you an inventory of my Museum. It contains only five hundred thousand different articles," I replied with due gravity.
"I appeal to the court for protection from insult," exclaimed the lawyer, his voice trembling with anger, and the blood rushing to his face as he spoke.
Judge Ulshoeffer decided that I was doing just what the lawyer had required, and that if he was unwilling to take an affidavit as to my responsibility, I must go on with the "catalogue" of the Museum. The lawyer mutteringly decided to accept the affidavit and bail without going further into the "bill of particulars."
The Knickerbocker notes that Frederick West, editor of the Atlas, had a poem published in a magazine edited by Edgar Allan Poe.
The Knickerbocker; Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Volume 15, April 1840, Page 359
‘The GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE, PHILADELPHIA.--Among the papers we have found leisure to peruse in this periodical for March, the only number we have seen for many months, we find two cantos of an elaborate historical poem, entitled ‘Columbus,’ from the pen of our correspondent “QUINCE,' in other words, FREDERICK WEST, Esq., editor of that lively and entertaining journal, the ‘Sunday Morning Atlas.' The writer displays an intimate knowledge of his subject, and brings a subdued imagination happily in aid of history. The progress of the autobiography is natural, the rhythm easy and flowing, and the images felicitous, yet not profuse. The whole poem, unless it should greatly deteriorate in its closing portions, will reflect much credit upon the author. We observe, also, in the same number, a continuation of the ‘Journal of Julius Rodman, being a minute account of the first passage across the Rocky Mountains ever achieved by civilized man.' We think we discover the clever hand of the resident editor of the ‘Gentleman's Magazine,' Mr. E. A. Poe, in these records; the more, perhaps, that the fabulous narrative of ‘Mr. ARTHUR GORDON PYM,’ of Nantucket, has shown us how deftly he can manage this species of Crusoe matériel. The number is accompanied by a view of the pretty little white house in the Highlands, owned, or occupied for two or three summers, by our worthy poetical and military contemporary of the ‘New-York Mirror,” but for some time past the property of Mr. Tompkins, of Staten Island, the original owner. A few good-sized trees, and a little easier access, would add to its attractions as a summer residence, though it would still scarcely be “the gem of the Hudson," as it is termed in the description, which was evidently penned "a long time ago.” It should be remembered that there are several “gems" of country-houses on our glorious river-—if not more . This "gem," however, says the description, acquires additional value, from being the spot where, under the inspiration of the scene, several of our amiable poet's cleverest lyrical effusions have been "ripened for the world."
West's poem about chastity, children, death and the torments of conscience.
THE purely chaste, are those who're chaste in thought;
An angel’s purity within them lives:
Their unstained souls with Heaven's own fire are fraught,
Which its great glory to their being gives.
The unsunned snow upon the eternal hills,
The crystal ice, in regions where no ray
Of warmth the frozen air one moment fills,
To thaw its everlasting front away,
May not example peerless CHASTITY:
For they, removed from their peculiar sphere,
Lost in a moment to themselves would be;
But the chaste soul Temptation's self may dare,
And win itself from man a glorious crown,
On which the gods approvingly look down.
MIRTH, pleasure, innocence, delight and joy,
Encompass children of a tender age;
Grief, sorrow, agony — sin's dark alloy,
Stamp no impression on that sunny page:
The untainted spring of life's mysterious river
Here owns its clear, its crystal fountain-head;
Pure as it flowed from the all-pure All-Giver,
Its light unclouded radiantly is shed.
We gaze on children sporting in their glee,
And pause to watch them as they gaily move,
And wonder what the infant charm can be,
That binds them to us in the bonds of love:
Ah! know we not that it is heaven we see?
That heaven itself exists in purity?
I wander in the city of the dead,
Midst streets of corses, mouldering to decay!
Where is the pride of riches? — it is fled!
Where pomp and circumstance – all passed away!
The loved and lovely lie together sleeping,
The high and lowly in one dust are laid;
A solitary mourner here is weeping
O'er the last tenant Nature's debt has paid;
Soon Time, Grief's great assuager, will dry up
The flowing tears, leaving the dead unwept.
Drink, then, proud mortal from the better cup
Of wholesome truth. Wake up!—too long thou'st slept.
High as thou art, lowly in death thou’lt lie;
The CHURCH-YARD calls to thee, ‘Prepare to die!'
PAINT hell in horrors: picture liquid fire,
In which the quivering spirit ever lives
Where the fallen angels, now fell demon's, ire,
The eternal lash to the racked sufferer gives.
Crown him with scorpions, let each piercing fang
Stab him continuous, and let heaven's bright bliss
Live in his sight, to add a keener pang
To his dread suffering — picture thou all this!
'T is not more dreadful than the awful voice
Of CONSCIENCE torturing the sinful soul,
"Till madness is a blessing. Oh, rejoice,
Thou whose pure life gives Conscience no control.
In good men's hearts Conscience as love doth dwell;
It is the evil-doer's burning hell!
Links to poems by West (or "Quince") appearing in the Gentleman's Magazine.
Burtons' Gentleman's Magazine and American Monthly Review, Volume 6, March, 1840, Pages 127-138
I noticed in an ad for John Anderson's tobacco an endorsement by a chemist, James R. Chilton. Chilton was also involved in the introduction of the daguerreotype to the United States, and one of his sons may have taken a picture of Edgar Allan Poe.
A brief notice of Chilton's death.
Chicago Daily Tribune, July 30, 1863, Page 2, Column 8
Dr. James R. Chilton, the well known
chemist and physician of New York, died on
last Friday evening [24th], at Yonkers, in the fifty-
fourth year of his age. He had been in an
extremely delicate state of health for some time
preceding his death, and had gone to Yonkers
for the purpose of gaining strength and vigor
wasted in the pursuit of his exhausting
profession. Dr. Chilton was one of the most
distinguished chemists of New York, and
figured very prominently in many of the
causes celebres which have come before the
courts. The last case in which he participated
was that of the Rev. Rev. Mr. Harden,
tried in Belvidere, N. J., for the murder of
his wife. He was a graduate of the College
of Physicians and Surgeons of New York.
The Anderson advertisement.
New York Daily Tribune, March 16, 1844, Page 4, Column 6
AD: Tobacco and Snuffs--John Anderson & Co.
I have analyzed a sample of Mr. John Anderson's "Fine
Cut Honey Dew Tobacco," and find it to be pure Tobacco,
without any mixture of those substances with which much of
the ordinary Chewing Tobacco is contaminated.
JAMES R. CHILTON, M. D., Chemist, &c.
New-York, April 9th, 1842.
Another product endorsed by Chilton.
The New York Herald, September 26, 1848, Page 3, Column 4
AD: ANTIPUTRID.--A NEW DISINFECTING AGENT
Discovered by Dr. Lewis Feuchtwanger.--This preparation
claims no relationship to any other now in use. The following
certificates are but few from ever 100 others, equally flattering,
viz:--I have tried the Disinfecting Liquid, prepared by Dr. Lewis
Feuchtwanger, and finding that it removes the unpleasant odor
occasioned by sulphuretted hydrogen, and other deleterious gasses,
which arise from utensils of the sick room, from privies, &c.
JAMES R. CHILTON, M. D, &c.
New York, Anguet 31, 1848.
Chilton endorsed something called "Elixir of Opium."
The American Journal of Science and Arts, Volume 44, 1843, Pages xii-xiv
AD: Dr. McMunn's Elixir of Opium
This is a new chemical preparation, containing all the valuable medicinal qualities of Opium, in a natural state of combination, to the exclusion of its noxious principles.
Full proportions of the greatest number of the noxious principles of Opium are contained in Laudanum, Paregoric, Black-drop, Denarcotized Laudanum, Extract of Opium, and such other opiate preparations of this class hitherto made, and to which are justly attributed those disagreeable effects upon the stomach and nervous system, which so frequently follow their operation and limit their usefulness.
This Elixir may be adopted in all those cases in which either Opium or its preparations are administered, with the certainty of obtaining all their sedative, anodyne, and antispasmodic effects, without any of those disagreeable consequences of headache, nausea, vomiting, constipation, tremors, and a train of other unhappy symptoms, which are often as distressing as those which it was applied to remove.
The Elixir of Opium is not only superior to the artificial compounds of Morphine, in its being more mild, permanent, and uniform in its effects, but the preparation possesses also a superior advantage to their solutions, in not being liable to decomposition or deterioration from variable temperature or long keeping-—a serious objection to which the latter are exposed.
Finally, Morphine, not being the full representative of Opium, cannot alone, and that in artificial combination, too, produce all the characteristic effects of so triumphant a remedy, when so many of its other valuable principles, as Codein, Narcein, and Meconic Acid, are excluded.
Those who take Opium and its ordinary preparations, cannot be gnorant of the fact that its distressing and pernicious effects result from the operation of its deleterious principles, and that the tremors, languor, and lassitude with which its devotees are afflicted, and for which they repeat the dose to relieve, are sensations of its own creation. But in consequence of the exclusion of those deleterious principles from the Elixir of Opium, it is not liable to derange the functions of the system, nor injure the constitution and general health; hence its high superiority in all those cases in which the long continued and liberal use of opiates are indicated and necessary to allay pain and spasmodic action, and induce sleep and composure, as in cases of fractures, burns or scalds, cancerous ulcers, and other painful affections.
And to those persons who, from necessity or other causes, have been accustomed to the use of Opium, this preparation will afford a gratifying substitute, as it operates effectually, as an anodyne, relieving pain and spasmodic action, which is the grand desideratum in its use.
From Dr. Chilton, the eminent Chemist of New York, in proof of the accomplishment of this discovery.
Dr. John B. McMunn having made known to me the process by which he prepares his Elixir of Opium, and wishing me to state my opinion concerning it, I therefore say, that the process is in accordance with well known chemical laws, and that the preparation must contain all the valuable principles of Opium, without thote which are considered as deleterious and useless.
J. R. CHILTON, M. D., Operative Chemist, &c.
New York, December 29, 1836.
From the same journal, an ad for Chilton's store, which sold various "philosophical instruments."
Keeps constantly for sale at his establishment, a general assortment of Philosophical and Chemical Apparatus, Chemical Preparations, and every thing necessary for the study of Chemistry and other branches of Natural Philosophy—-among which are the following:
Pixii's French Air-pumps, With Glass Barrels; other airpumps with brass barrels, single and double, of various sizes, together with the various apparatus used with them.
Large and small Plate Electrical Machines, Cylinder Electrical Machines, and a variety of Electrical Apparatus.
Electro-magnets, mounted on frames, of various sizes, capable of supporting from 20 to 3000 lbs.
Page's Compound Magnet and Electrotome, for producing brilliant sparks and powerful shocks. The same instrument, with a contrivance attached by which the intensity of the shocks can be modified at pleasure, which renders it one of the most convenient instruments for the application of electricity as a remedial agent in the cure of disease, and for physiological experiments.
Small working models of Electro-magnetic Machines, of different kinds, and a great variety of Electro-magnetic Instruments for the purpose of illustrating the theory of Electro-magnetism.
Galvanic Batteries on Prof. Faraday's plan, and others, for deflagration, &c. Calorimotors of different sizes.
Gas-holders—-Compound Blowpipes—-Portable Pneumatic Troughs-—Mercurial Troughs—White and Green Glass Retorts and Receivers, Flasks, Tubes, and Evaporating Dishes-—Porcelain Retorts, Tubes, and Evaporating Dishes, Funnels, Mortars, &c.—-Iron Retorts, of different sizes—-Bell Glasses, plain and stoppered, Graduated Bell Glasses, Tubes, &c.-—Woulf's Apparatus, Glass Alembics, Stoppered Funnels, Precipitating Jars.
Nooth's Apparatus for impregnating water with carbonic acid.
Apparatus for solidifying carbonic acid.
Glass Condensing Syringes or Fire Pumps-—Magic Lanterns, with Astronomical and other Slides-—Agate and Steel Mortars.
Porcelain, Wedgwood, Hessian, and Black Lead Crucibles—-Muffles and Cuppels.
Berzelius's Spirit Lamps, with Stands and Rings, Glass Spirit Lamps—-Models of Crystals in wood, in boxes containing one hundred different forms-—Daguerreotype Apparatus complete.
An assortment of Platina vessels, such as Crucibles, Capsules, Spoons, Forceps, &.c.—-Platina Wire, Foil, &c.—Sets of Blowpipe Apparatus neatly fitted up.
A large collection of Minerals, for sale by the single specimen or in sets.
->Particular attention paid to the analysis of ores, minerals, mineral waters, &c.
Round Table (New York), Volume 1, December 26, 1863, Page 31
"In Hoc Vinces"
Romaine's Crimean Bitters
We present a summary of facts already advertised, viz: that CRIMEAN BITTERS were first used in a modified form In FRENCH ARMY HOSPITALS during the late Crimean war; (hence the name); that their efficiency as a REMEDIAL AGENT, was then fully established. But to guard against any possibility of subjecting the American public to imposition or hazarding our own reputation, we submitted the compound for examination and recombination to two of our most distinguished analytical Chemists, viz.: Professor James R. Chilton and Julius G. Pohle, whose joint certificate speaks for itself.
New York, Feb. 14, 1863
From a knowledge of the ingredients and their proportions entering into the composition known as ROMAINE'S CRIMEAN BITTERS, we are enabled to speak of it in terms of high commendation. CALISAYA, or Peruvian Bark, being one of its principal constituents, together with Herbs, Roots, and Extracts, having decided medicinal properties, we have no hesitation In recommending it to physicians, and the public generally, as an invigorating Tonic, intended to stimulate the digestive organs.
From its alterative properties. It is calculated to prevent, by its dally use In moderate quantities, CONSTIPATION, FEVER AND AGUE, mild forms of NEURALGIA, and RHEUMATISM. It is an antidote to the effects produced by the change of water and diet, correcting DIARRHEA, curing DYSPEPSIA, COLIC, SICK and NERVOUS HEADACHE, NAUSEA, SEA SICKNESS. It is expressly adapted to females of delicate constitutions, and the infirmities of age.
The preparation is composed exclusively of vegetable materials, containing no metallic or mineral substances whatever. Its taste is aromatic, warming and acceptable to palate and stomach.
JAMES R. CHILTON, M.D.
JULIUS G. POHLE, M.D.
That they have been administered to invalid soldiers by the head Surgeon of the U.S. Hospital at Newark, N. J., for months, with the most gratifying success-—the unanimous report of himself and seven Ward Physicians. That during this period they were placed for trial in families of the highest respectability and wealth in New York, Brooklyn and other adjacent cities, with results justifying our most sanguine expectations of their remarkable
TONIC AND RESTORATIVE PROPERTIES.
That they have the indorsement of the highest Medical authority of the U.S. Army, viz.:
ASSISTANT SURGEON-GEN. BARNES,
founded on a knowledge of their merits from trials in U.S. Hospitals, but more particularly from long personal use, to whom we are permitted to refer.
We have numerous testimonials like the following: FROM HON. J. A. McDOUGALL, UNITED STATES SENATOR OF CALIFORNIA.
Washington, D. C., Nov. 3, 1863. Messrs. W. Chilton & Co.;
You wish to know the medicinal effects of Romalne's Crimean Bitters, as experienced by myself. I very cheerfully comply with your request.
They are excellent for digestion, correcting diarrhea, nausea, irritation of the stomach, and for the creation of a wholesome appetite. They pleasantly exhilarate, but followed by no stupefying reaction, and are extremely palatable.
In all respects they are the Best Bitters I have ever used.
J. A. McDOUGALL.
EXHILARATING TONIC, our compound is the perfection of Chemical and Medica [sic] Art, as by its alterative properties It prevents constipation, and though it highly exhilarates,
NO DROWSY OR STUPEFYING REACTION FOLLOWS.
In this regard we CHALLENGE THE WORLD to equal it. Here lies the objection, even If there were no others, against the use of other Exhilarant Bitters known to us, that they one and all excite the brain for a brief time, then a dull, sleepy state ensues, thus unfit for the sick and convalescent, the student, and those of all other sedentary occupations, as well as exciting an Inordinate appetite for ardent spirits. Those who have used the CRIMEAN BITTERS for months uniformly declare the above to be true, and among them are Clergymen, Lawyers, and Students, whose names and post-office address will be given to any who will call at our office.
Put up in quart bottles, securely packed up in cases of one dotcn each, with directions for use. All orders promptly executed.
FOR SALE BY ALL DRUGGISTS.
W. CHILTON & CO., Marble Store, No. 22 Walker st., New York.
Romaine's logo and an endorsement from a Freemason.
Dyspepsia--From the Hon. Robert Morris, of Kentucky,
so extensively known to the Masonic Fraternity of the
New York, July 16, 1864.
Dear Sir: I have lived n the Southern States--much of
thee time In Mississippi for more than twenty years, and
have had my share of those complaints that affect the liver
and produce Dyspepsia. This has rendered a regular use of
tonics a medical necessity to me, and I am familiar with the
action of nil the standard "bitters" of the day. In my
opinion none of them are so efficacious in the Congestion of the
Liver and Dyspepsia as Crimean bitters. I say this after a
fair trial upon my own system and upon others to whom I
have recommended them. I believe if they were freely used
by persons whose systems are enervated, they would relieve
and eventually cure a large proportion of such cases.
Endorse from a New York wine merchant.
Daily National Republican, June 08, 1863, SECOND EDITION, Page 3, Column 6
AD: Romaine's Crimean Bitters
Frederic S. Cozzens,
Wines, Brandies, and Segars,
Penna. Avenue, Cor. 14th Street
Washington, D. C.,
And 73 Warren street, opposite the
Hudson River Railroad Depot,
FRED'C S. COZZENS,
Sole Agent for Washington and Baltimore.
I have always refused to sell any of the
compounds known as tonic bitters, as I believe them
to be generally injurious, and composed of
deleterious drugs but from a careful trial of the
"Crimean" Bitters, backed by the certificates of
Drs. Chilton and Pohle, ot New York, I have no
hesitation In recommending them to my friends
and customers. FRED'C S COZZENS.
Washington, D. C. May 20, 1863.
A police investigation in which Chilton was consulted. The Herald had been pushing this as a murder but it was found to be a suicide.
The New York Herald, August 29, 1845, Page 3, Column 1
The Case of Sophia Smith--Result of the Investigation
The Chief of the Police and Jonas B.
Phillips, Esq, acting District Attorney, completed
their investigation into the causes of the death of
Sophia Smith, late of No 80 Chambers street, this afternoon.
Upwards of twenty witnesses have been examined,
including several respectable physicians. The
result of their labors appears to have terminated in the
opinion, that the deceased came to her death by suicide.
In justification of this opinion, we present from the
mass of evidence, the testimony of Dr. Israel Moses and
Dr James Chilton.
Dr Moses, deposed as follows:--"I have no doubt that
the death of Sophia Smith was produced by strangulation,
and my firm opinion is, that it was produced by her
own hands. My reasons for this are, that she premeditated
suicide from the evidence of conversations with
others; the next place, the materials with which she
strangled herself and stuffed her mouth, had evidently
been cut off leisurely from a petticoat with a pair of
scissors. Another reason is, a chemise and another
petticoat were smoothly laid on the floor underneath her
body. The position of the knife in the hand, was such
as women are frequently in the habit of assuming, and
was evidently placed in the hand before death. The
general position of the body being natural. The ligature
being several times around the throat, indicated suicide,
whereas in a case of murder by strangulation, a ligature
passed once firmly round, would have affected the
purpose. If resistance bad been offered, so much cloth
could not have been stuffed into her mouth by a second
person; and again the ligature around the neck was not
so tightly drawn, but many respirations could have been
taken, allowing ample time for the infliction of the
wounds upon her person, by her own hands; but it
compressed the air passage so, as not to allow sufficient pure
air to enter the lungs to carry on their functions perfectly.
The appearances too, of the lungs, viz: the congestion
spoken of, was not so great as would have resulted from
sudden strangulation, From all these indications I have
arrived at the conclusion that the deceased committed
suicide. From the appearance of the intestines it was
evident that she had been laboring under some fever
previous to her death.
James R. Chilton, M. D., practical Chemist of the
City and County of New York, being duly sworn,
deposeth and saith, that he has made a chemical analysis of
the stomach and contents from the body of Miss Sophia
Smith, lying dead at No. 80 Chamber street, and
after a careful set of experiments, he has detected
nothing of a poisonous character, except a minute
indication of opium, so slight as scarcely to be able to
identify it. Deponent was also present at an examination of
the body of the deceased: the tongue was very much
coated and thickened; elevated, inflamed patches along
the intestinal canal, indicated recent fever, of a typhoid
character, which was very likely to have produced
delirium. From all the circumstances attending this case,
as well as from deponent's own examinations, he is of
opinion that the deceased committed suicide.
Samuel Smith, farmer at Shandakin, Ulster county,
father of the deceased, deposed that she was 25 years of
age, that she left home in 1840 to come to New York to
learn the milliner's trade; that she has been at home on
a visit every year except the last; that he came down in
the latter part of June last, to take her sister, Rebecca,
homw, as also Sophia, if she would go, but she could not
on account of her business; that the deceased was a very
affectionate girl; remarkably lively, cheerful and amiable
in disposition; and further, that so far as pecuniary
circumstances, she had always a good home to go to,
whenever she was disposed to avail herself of it.
In regard to the handkerchief that was tied roand [sic] her
head, with the name of C. Whitney upon it, Miss Whitney
deposed that the deceased and herself boarded together
at 64 Ludlow street for a considerable time, and
that during that time they interchanged handkerchiefs,
which is now more than one year ago.
It appears also that the deceased was addressed by a
young man named Edward Gray, to whom she was engaged
to be married, and that under the promise of
marriage he succeded [sic] in seducing her.
It also appears that the goods in the store No. 191
Greenwich street, belonging to Mrs. Hazard, and of
which store the deceased was to have half the profits of
the sales for attending, were seized by virtue
of an execution, and removed to he sold, and her business,
consequently broken up. This produced great depression
of spirits, and added to the sudden departure to
the South of Edward Gray, to whom she was engaged to
be married, caused, it is believed, an alienation of mind,
that led her to the commission of suicide.
Chronicles of Bow Street police-office: With an Account of the Magistrates, "Runners," and Police (London: Chapman and Hall, 1888), Volume 2, Pages 252-266
by Percy Hetherington Fitzgerald
THE WATERLOO BRIDGE MYSTERY
Some accounts claim that the "Mystery" was a hoax.
Glimpses of Real Life as Seen in the Theatrical World and in Bohemia (Edinburgh: Nimmo, 1864), Pages 304-305
by James Glass Bertram
When I was starving in a cheap lodging-house in Pemberton Row, Gough Square, I became acquainted with a fellow in misfortune who was great at inventing for the newspapers occurrences that had never taken place. I was admitted to his confidence, and we once or twice contrived to set the town in a blaze. I was forcibly reminded of him at the time of the Waterloo-Bridge mystery, and guessed he had had a hand in that pie. I think my old acquaintance, Jim Blank, who had been a medical student, and was a contemporary of a clever gentleman-showman recently gone across the bourne, must have managed the matter from beginning to end. I was informed that about the date of that strange circumstance, my friend Blank had got married, and was rather in a flourishing way than otherwise. How it was all done, I can surmise. Blank, through the friendship of some of his old college chums, could easily procure the headless trunk of a human body; and the "liner,'' after encasing it in a suit of foreign-looking clothes, purchased for the purpose, would have it packed in a carpet-bag, and lowered from the bridge into the water. The body in due time is found, and the active reporter is thus enabled to grow many columns of matter out of the event for the morning' papers; and straight the wonderful circumstance of a headless body, apparently boiled and perforated with stabs, being found on the buttress of one of the Thames bridges, takes rank (by the careful cultivation of the reporter) as one of the mysteries of the age, and spreads over the country with wonderful rapidity. But it is no mystery to Blank and his confederates; with them it is just a good "lark." I have no doubt whatever of the whole plot having been invented in a garret of Bohemia over a modest supper of bread and cheese and beer. The "penny-a-liners," as they are called, are not slow in seasons barren of fires or murders to use their inventive powers; and many are the "Strange Circumstance" and "Mysterious Event" which they have chronicled,—the real place of their occurrence having been, in all likelihood, a public-house parlour.
Some Account of the Parish of Saint Clement Danes (Westminster) (London: Diprose,Bateman & Co.,1876), Volume 2, Pages 173-175
by John Baker Hopkins
The Waterloo Bridge Mystery. The following is a statement which appeared in an Indian paper, and was copied into many of the London newspapers :—
"A statement having appeared in an Indian paper which has just reached England to the effect that a soldier at Lucknow had told the authorities at the military prison there that he was the person who, towards the end of 1857, placed on Waterloo Bridge the carpet-bag which gave rise to what was termed 'The Waterloo Bridge Mystery,' the following letter is published by a contemporary from 'An Old London Sub-Editor,' which explains the whole 'mystery.' He says :—' Sitting in the sub-editorial chair in an office in the Strand, on the night of the 9th of October (not November), 1857, a well-known 'liner' rushed in, and in an ecstasy of delight exclaimed, 'I have got something stunning for you tonight.' As things of interest were rather dull, I told him I was rejoiced to hear the good news. He then produced a sheaf of flimsy copy, all cut-and-dried, purporting to be a full report of what was afterwards designated 'The Waterloo Bridge Mystery.' The passage of a man with the carpet bag over Waterloo Bridge; the finding of the bag by the lads rowing in a boat on the Thames; the conveyance of the bag to Bow Street Police Station; the description of the human remains and the clothes found in the bag; remarkable disappearance of friends and relations; startling rumours and grave deductions, were all woven together with the cunning that distinguishes the London 'liner.' I knew this reporter; I knew he was in low water at the time of his visit; I knew he was a manufacturer of what he technically called 'the 'orrible'; I knew that from the time the bag was stated to have been found, and the time he brought me (if my memory serves me right) from one column and a half to two columns of copy, it was impossible to produce such a quantity ; and I at once came to the conclusion that the story had been cooked up for the newspaper market. Still, the 'liner' shook my credulity by declaring that the story was as true as gospel, and without one word of exaggeration. And so 'The Waterloo Bridge Mystery' appeared next morning in our paper and in all the other London papers from the pen of the same 'liner.' I still had my doubts of the authenticity of the story told by the 'liner,' and these doubts were very much strengthened when certain hints reached my ears to the effect that the police, newspapers and public had all been very cleverly done. Here is my version of the story; and I may say that the author of the 'mystery' and his companions—there were three in all—when pointedly asked by me if the 'mystery' was real or conco[c]ted, always evaded a direct answer to the question. The 'liner' who brought me the copy had chambers in an Inn now demolished to make way for the New Law Courts. These chambers were in close proximity to the rear of an hospital. A brother 'liner' was acquainted with one of the officials of this hospital. From this official a bag full of human remains and some human blood were procured from the dissecting-room, and carried to the 'liner's' chambers in the Inn. A suit of clothes was then got; these were cut about with a knife and smeared here and there with blood. After a full description of everything had been taken by the two 'liners,' the human remains and bloody clothes were placed in the bag. This was the transaction of one night. Early next morning the 'liners' set to work, and, taking the American papers as their model, wrote up a long account of what they said they had good reason to fear was a barbarous and cruel murder, entering into a full description of the mysterious contents of the bag which was afterwards found on the stonework at the base of one of the pillars of Waterloo Bridge. This report was duplicated, and left ready addressed for the morning papers. This was the work of a day. Night crept on, and the question of depositing the bag in some outlandish, yet conspicuous place, where it could be easily found, arose. An old man, who had seen better days, and acted as carrier for the two 'liners,' was let into the secret. This old man disguised himself as a female, and, with the bag in his hand, in the darkness of night, made for Waterloo Bridge. Tying a rope to the bag, he carefully swung it over the Bridge, and let it gently drop on the shelving mason-work at the foot of one of the pillars. He then watched ; but, no one appearing, he went home, and came again early in the morning. After waiting a while, he saw a boat being rowed towards the pillar of the Bridge, the bag taken into the boat, and the boat again propelled towards the shore. He immediately set off for the Inn, and informed the anxious 'liners 'how well their plans had so far succeeded. One set off to the river side, the other to Bow Steeet Police Station. The river side 'liner' having seen the bag safely in the custody of the police, waited till it was examined, and then sent a short paragraph, mentioning the finding of the bag and what it contained to an evening newspaper. This paragraph, which was intended as a decoy-duck to the managers of the morning papers, appeared in the second edition. By this time the Bow Street police were on the scent, the terrible discovery was in the hands of the officers of the law, and the 'liner's' triumph was complete. The 'liner' having set the mystery ball a-rolling, the police and that numerous class of persons in large cities with 'missing friends' did the rest. The 'liner-in-chief' having made assurance doubly sure by looking in at Bow Street on his way to the Inn, came round to my office with his already prepared bundle of copy having previously started off his old copy-bearer to the other morning papers with duplicates. From day to day the awful 'mystery' was elaborated by my friend the 'liner,' for, with the true instinct of his class, he reserved a few tit-bits of description for daily use over a full week. The three persons immediately concerned in concocting a plot and fabricating a story which spread the utmost alarm all over the country are now dead, and I believe died in possession of their secret. I am certain that, after a short while, the police found out that they had been duped, although they still laboured on in the work of discovery; for, 'the gentlemen of the force' cannot—-must not—-admit that they have been the victims of a daring imposition. At all events, this I know, the Scotland Yard authorities suffered the matter to gradually die out."
Interesting,in 1850s and 1860's,sounds similar to the Thames/Pinchin torso.Seems like to sell newspapers,to make money,like John Cleary.So they purchase a headless body and display it.The Waterloo Bridge mystery is new to me.
Anyway was the doctor,found by Winslow,whether Jack or not, confined to the asylum found out?
Clearly the first human laws (way older and already established) spawned organized religion's morality - from which it's writers only copied/stole,ex. you cannot kill,rob,steal (forced, otherwise people run back to the hills,no towns).
Waterloo Bridge, London. October 8, 1857. 11.30pm. Out of the darkness shuffled an elderly woman carrying a large, heavy bag.
The toll keeper on the Strand side of the Thames, Henry Errington, watched as she laid a halfpenny on the iron plate and struggled to push through the stile. The bag was too big, perhaps three foot deep and two foot wide,.
Clearly the first human laws (way older and already established) spawned organized religion's morality - from which it's writers only copied/stole,ex. you cannot kill,rob,steal (forced, otherwise people run back to the hills,no towns).
A collection of the works of Poe includes a portrait derived from a daguerreotype obtained by a collector from a "Mrs. Chilton."
The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, Volume IV (Chicago: Stone & Kimball, 1895), link
By Edgar Allan Poe, Edmund Clarence Stedman, George Edward Woodberry
Portrait from a daguerreotype in the possession of Thomas J. McKee.
A description of the origin of the picture.
The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, Volume X (Chicago: Stone & Kimball, 1895), Page 260
By Edgar Allan Poe, Edmund Clarence Stedman, George Edward Woodberry
Vol. IV.-— "Portrait from a daguerreotype in the possession of Thomas J. McKee."
We are indebted to Mr. McKee, the eminent New York student and collector of literary and dramatic Americana, for the privilege of reproducing this likeness. While very interesting, it is sharply distinguished, except in costume and bearing, from other pictures of the poet,—-most of which have so much in common. The expression is one of care and serious reflection, and the general presentment that of a man older in years than the original of any other portrait save that in our sixth volume. As opposed to this, it is said in a footnote to selections from Poe's correspondence, in the "Century Magazine," October, 1894, that this portrait "so closely resembles that printed with Hirst's Biography in the 'Philadelphia Saturday Museum,' March 4, 1843, as to suggest that the latter, though very rude in execution, was copied from it." The suggestion renders it possible that this is the earliest, rather than one of the latest, of the likenesses given. Mr. McKee purchased this daguerrotype, together with plates of Halleck, Bryant, Webster, and others, from a Mrs. Chilton, "whose husband and his brother were daguerrotypers, on Broadway, New York, somewhere back in the forties." The evidence of its genuineness is thought to be complete, and the original case bears the poet's name.
Links to the magazine articles referenced above.
Century Illustrated Monthly Magazine, September, 1894, Volume 48, Pages 725-737
Poe in Philadelphia
Selections from the Correspondence of Edgar Allan Poe
edited by George E. Woodberry