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Updated: June 9, 2025
Poe, the ancient town of Stoke-Newington, in the suburbs of London, dozing in the shadows of its immemorial elms, was aroused to a mild degree of activity by the appearance upon its green-arched streets of three strangers evidently Americans.
At Stoke-Newington it was always the boys at home that were the heroes of the stories he spun by the yard for the entertainment of his school-fellows the literal among whom had come to believe that there was no feat a Virginia boy could not perform.
Suddenly, by a whimsical sequence of suggestion, the pleasure he felt in the sunshine of February as it reached him under the tree in Boston Common, vividly called to mind the refreshing coolness of the shade of the elms, in full leaf, as he, a little lad of six, had walked the streets of old Stoke-Newington for the first time.
In The Gift, of Philadelphia, appeared, a little later the dramatic "conscience-story," "William Wilson," with its clear-cut pictures of school-life at old Stoke-Newington. The weirdly beautiful "Haunted Palace" and "The Fall of the House of Usher" followed in quick succession in The American Museum.
In the City, old Hasluck had a bad reputation and deserved it; in Stoke-Newington then a green suburb, containing many fine old houses, standing in great wooded gardens he was loved and respected.
Now that he was in Richmond, the Stoke-Newington boys themselves loomed up as the wonder-workers, and his playmates listened with admiration and with such expression as, "Caesar's ghost!" "Jiminy!" "Cracky!" and the like, as he narrated his tales of "Freckles," "Goggles," "the Beau," and the rest.
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