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E.A.Poe's doctor's son, Dr. Silas Mitchell, the Turk's last overseer:
''The writer of this sketch was near the deceased at the time of his
death. It was in Philadelphia, on the night of the 5th of July 1854 about
half past ten o'clock. The east roof of the National Theatre was a mass
of whirling flames. A dozen dwellings were blazing fiercely, and the smoke
and flame were already curling in eddies about the roof, and through the
windows of the well known Chinese Museum. At the eastern end of this
building, nearest to the fire, our friend had dwelt for many years.
Struggling through the dense crowd, we entered the lower hall, and passing
to the far end, reached the foot of a small back staircase. The landing
above us was concealed by a curtain of thick smoke, now and then alive, as
it were, with quick tongues of writhing flame. To ascend was impossible.
Already the fire was about him. Death found him tranquil. He who had seen
Moscow perish, knew no fear of fire. We listened with painful anxiety. It
might have been a sound of crackling woodwork, or the breaking
window-panes, but certain it was that we thought we heard, through the
struggling flames, and above the din of outside thousands, the last words
of our departed friend, the sternly whispered, oft repeated syllables,
''echec, echec!!'' [Find Polysydeton, Personification, and
Synecdoche. Over-all, is the passage most exemplary of (a) ETHOS (b)
BATHOS (c) LOGOS (c) PATHOS? ]