Providence, which spurn’d Eddie living, now reveres him dead, and treasures every memory connected with him. The hotel where he stopt, the churchyard where he wander’d, the house and garden where he courted his inamorata, the Athenaeum where he us’d to dream and ramble thro’ the corridors—all are still with us, and as by a miracle absolutely unchang’d even to the least detail.
HP Lovecraft on Edgar Allan Poe in a letter to Frank Belknap Long. Feb 1924. Via the Necronomicon Providence newsletter.