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5.00 Mr. and Mrs. Leo Fritter 2.00 Ida C. Haughton 2.00 Total Receipts $72.00
EXPENDITURES
To E. E. Ericson, for January U. A. $36.00 To E. E. Ericson, for March U. A. 36.00 Total Expenditures $72.00 Balance on Hand, April 25, 1922 None
H. P. Lovecraft,
Custodian. THE UNITED AMATEUR MAY 1922 OFFICIAL ORGAN FUND
Providence, R. I., June 23, 1922.
On Hand, April 25, 1922 None
Receipts Since April 25
From Treasury, up to June 23 $28.00 Alfred Galpin, Jr. 6.00 Woodbee Press Club 5.00 Mr. and Mrs. Leo Fritter 2.00 Total Receipts $41.00
Expenditures
To E. E. Ericson, for May U. A. $24.00 Balance on Hand, June 23, 1922 $17.00
H. P. Lovecraft, Custodian. At the Home of Poe
A Poem in Prose

To H. P. Lovecraft Frank Belknap Long, Jr.

The home of Poe! It is like a fairy dwelling, a gnomic palace built of the aether of dreams. It is tiny and delicate and lovely, and replete with memories of sere leaves in November and of lilies in April. It is a castle of vanished hopes, of dimly-remembered dreams, of sad memories older than the deluge. The dead years circle slowly and solemnly around its low white walls, and clothe it in a mystic veil of unseen tears. And many marvellous stories could this quaint little old house tell, many weird and cryptic stories of him of the Raven hair, and high, pallid brow, and sad, sweet face, and melancholy mien; and of the beloved Virginia, that sweet child of a thousand magic visions, child of the lonesome, pale-gray latter years, child of the soft and happy South. And how the dreamer of the spheres must have loved this strange little house. Every night the hollow boards of its porch must have echoed to his footfall, and every morn the great rising sun must have sent its rays through the little window, and bathed the lovely tresses of the dream-child in mystical yellow. And perhaps there was laughter within the walls of that house—laughter and merriment and singing. But we know that the Evil One came at last, the grim humourless spectre who loves not beauty, and is not of this world. And we know that the house of youth and of love became a house of death,

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