Student and Writer of Fiction About Supernatural Things Was 46 Years of Age.
WROTE ABOUT ASTRONOMY
Native of This City Kept Accurate Daily Account of Incapacity Untill He Went to Hospital
Funeral services for Howard Phillips Lovecraft, student and writer of fiction, who died yesterday at Jane Brown Memorial Hospital, will be held Thursday at 12 o'clock in the chapel of Horace B. Knowles's Sons. 187 Benefit street. Burial will be in the family plot in Swan Point Cemetery. He was 46.
Born in this city, Aug. 20, 1890, the only child of the late Winfield S. and Sarah P. Lovecraft, Mr. Lovecraft from early life was handicapped by poor health. Essentially a student and omnivercus reader, he was able to take place only from time to time in regular school classroom with children of his own age but graduated from Hope street high school and secured the equivalent of a college education from private tutors.
His early recource to the library of his grandfather, Whipple V. Phillips, at 454 Angell street in which he has turned loose to browse at will gave him the bend toward weird writing which was his hobby. In his authobiographs, which he wrote up to the day before he was admited to the hospital last mounth, he related the importance to his life of the fairy tales and classical tales he read when but six years of age.
Besides his interest in the supernatural, he was a constant student of geneology and astronomy, and at one time, wrote a newspaper column on the latter subject. His days and nights for years were spent in writing in the library at 66 College street, where hi lived, in recent years, with his aunt, Mrs. Phillips Gamwell, his sole survivor. As he neared the end of his life, he turned his scholary interests to a study of his own physical condition and dialy write minutely of his case for his physician's assistance. His clinical notes ended only when he could no longer hold a pencil.
And 15 of March, 1937 in 'Associated Press':
Writer Charts Fatal Malady
PROVIDENCE, R. I., March 15 (AP) - Howard Phillips Lovecraft, 46 years old, a writer of horror tales, died early today of an illness from which he had suffered from childhood. During the past month, when his condition became serious, he devoted his writing to a minute clinical study of his disease as an aid to science, continuing the daily chart until he could no longer hold his pencil. His sole survivor is an aunt, Mrs. Phillips Gamwell of this city.
Some people celebrate dates of their births, marriages, etc. Some people celebrates dates of death of someone to honour them. This day I cooked some meat with some roasted beef. Having drink wine I honoured the memory of H. P. Lovecraft - our great teacher and the prophet. Cheers!