"One of the finest poets of this country; possessing, we think, more of the true divine afflatus than any of her female contemporaries. She has, in especial, imagination of no common order, and unlike many of her sex whom we could mention, is not content to dwell in decencies forever."
Edgar Allen Poe (1841).
Poe was to visit Marguerite and edit a volume of her poetry Wayside Flowers on 9261849. He died enroute of unknown causes.
"When I begin to think or speak of my early home, my eyes grow dim and memories throng upon me that will not be repressed; for
'There's not in this wide world a valley so sweet'
as that in which we dwelt, near the noble Susquehanna, surrounded by the most beautiful and romantic scenery, high hills, covered to their summit with lofty forest trees, rocks, streams, and green, sunny fields! I see them yet, with my spirit's eye; and by night and day, my world-weary thoughts are ever returning to that quiet valley, and the home which is now in possession of strangers. Sweet vale of Wysox!