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" No, he doesn't come along," chimed in Pancoast, who so far had kept silence, his palm-leaf fan having done all the talking. "I wish he would." "You are right, judge," chuckled Clayton, "and that is just my point. Here I say, comes along this man Poe and spoils my dinner. Something, I tell you, has got to be done or I shall collapse.
Poe's possessed of a devil, I tell you, who gets the better of him once in a while it did the night of St. George's dinner." "Very charitable in you, Richard," exclaimed Pancoast, another dissenter "and perhaps it will be just as well for his family, if he has any, to accept your view but, devil or no devil, you must confess, Horn, that it was pretty hard on St. George.
Old Judge Pancoast, yielding to the general demand, gave an oyster roast his enormous kitchen being the place of all others for such a function.
The storm raised over this and the preceding duel had they but known it, was but a notch in the tide-gauge of this flood. "I understand, St. George, that you could have stopped that disgraceful affair the other night if you had raised your hand," Judge Pancoast had blurted out in an angry tone at the club the week following. "I did raise it, judge," replied St.
George's haps and mishaps, with every single transaction of Gadgem and Pawson loving cup, dogs and all but when their own personal news was exhausted they both fell back on their friends, such as Richard Horn and old Judge Pancoast; when he had seen Mr. Kennedy and Mr. Latrobe yes, and what of Mr. Poe had he written any more? and were his habits any better? etc., etc. "I have seen Mr.
Miss Lavinia caught up her cloak, handed Margaret her shawl, and the three hurried out the front- door and along the Square, passing the Pancoast house, now turned into offices, its doors and windows covered with signs, and the Clayton Mansion, surmounted by a flag-pole and still used by the Government.
Pancoast was the archdeacon of the Noah's ark church one or two old grandmothers and a grave old owl of a family doctor were sure to fill the rocking-chairs. As for Richard Horn's marble steps they were never free from stray young couples who flew in to rest on Malachi's chairs and cushions.
John H. B. Latrobe, equally noteworthy as counsellor, mathematician, and patron of the fine arts, both of whom had been Poe's friends for years, and who had first recognized his genius; Richard Horn, who never lost an opportunity to praise him, together with Judge Pancoast, Major Clayton, the richest aristocrat about Kennedy Square and whose cellar was famous the county over and last, the Honorable Prim.
At which Judge Pancoast had retorted and with some heat that Willits might take a dozen saddle horses and an equal number of sisters, and a bale of bandages if he were so minded, to the Springs, or any other place, but he would save time and money if he stayed at home and looked after his addled head, as no woman of Miss Seymour's blood and breeding could possibly marry a man whose family escutcheon needed polishing as badly as did his manners.
The various periods of English lyric poetry are covered, as has been already noted, by the general treatises of Rhys, Reed and Schelling. Old English lyrics are well translated by Cook and Tinker, and by Pancoast and Spaeth. W. P. Ker's English Literature; Mediaeval is excellent, as is C. S. Baldwin's English Mediaeval Literature. John Erskine's Elizabethan Lyric is a valuable study.
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