Rudd & Carleton

The brother of sleep, as the ancients termed death, has suddenly taken from us a young man of great energy of character, of wide and extended influence, and what is still more important in these days of private and public profligacy, a truly good, honest and Christian man. We allude to EDWARD P. RUDD, the late head of the well-known publishing house of RUDD & CARLETON. Having known Mr. R. intimately, I desire to pay a passing tribute to this memory. He was the son of Rev. Mr. RUDD, of Lyons, in this State. At the early age of 15 he entered the book-house of J.C. DERBY, at Auburn, where he remained three years. Thinking New-York offered a wider sphere for him, he came here at 18 with strong letters to A.S. BARNES & Co. With them, and with SHELDON, LAMPORT & Co., he remained until 1854. He then started for himself in Ann-street, his sole capital being his good name. EDWARD LIVERMORE, who had made quite a stir with the "Docsticks" books was attracted by his business habits and proposed partnership. At their new store in Broadway, they soon gathered round them the rising lights in the literary world, and introduced to the public several authors who are now established favorites. While the flush of popularity, Mr. LIVERMORE retired from business. Mr. G.W. CARLETON at that time (1857) had just returned from Europe, and finding Mr. RUDD a congenial spirit, the firm of RUDD & CARLETON was soon formed. They have pursued the even tenor of their way through the troubles that have fallen like a blight on literature, acting solely on the good old maxim of "being just and fearing not."

The circumstances of Mr. RUDD's death are peculiarly touching. While in anxious attendance on a sick wife who was suffering from typhus, he himself contracted the disease about six weeks ago. He thought he was convalescing, and being auld of tasking his friends here, he insisted upon coming back to the city. About three weeks since we met him in Broadway. A relapse setting in, he returned to West Bloomfield, N. J., and died there last Friday at the early age of 28. Dear friends surrounded him in his last moments, but the spirit was unconscious, having remained so for a week previous to his death. At long intervals, however, there was a slight recognition, and during one of the lucid moments in the delirium of typhoid, his eye lighted up with some of the old geniality, and the family felt that for a moment he held sacred commune with them, although he spoke not. His remains were taken to Sag Harbor last Sunday. May the Great Ruler temper the grief of the widowed one, and may his many friends take a sad pleasure in the thought that EDWARD P. RUDD left behind him a good name. G.H.C.S. [https://www.nytimes.com/1861/11/28/archives/in-memoriam-death-of-mr-edward-p-rudd.html 2/22/2021 DJackson]