All the Days of My Life: An Autobiography
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Barr Amelia E.. All the Days of My Life: An Autobiography
CHAPTER I. THE BORDER LAND OF LIFE
CHAPTER II. AT SHIPLEY, YORKSHIRE
CHAPTER III. WHERE DRUIDS AND GIANTS DWELT
CHAPTER IV. AT RIPON AND THE ISLE OF MAN
CHAPTER V. SORROW AND CHANGE
CHAPTER VI. IN NORFOLK
CHAPTER VII. OVER THE BORDER
CHAPTER VIII. LOVE IS DESTINY
CHAPTER IX. THE HOME MADE DESOLATE
CHAPTER X. PASSENGERS FOR NEW YORK
CHAPTER XI. FROM CHICAGO TO TEXAS
CHAPTER XII. A PLEASANT JOURNEY
CHAPTER XIII. IN ARCADIA
CHAPTER XIV. THE BEGINNING OF STRIFE
CHAPTER XV. THE BREAK-UP OF THE CONFEDERACY
CHAPTER XVI. THE TERROR BY NIGHT AND BY DAY
CHAPTER XVII. THE NEVER-COMING-BACK CALLED DEATH
CHAPTER XVIII. I GO TO NEW YORK
CHAPTER XIX. THE BEGINNINGS OF A NEW LIFE
CHAPTER XX. THE FAMILY LIFE
CHAPTER XXI. THUS RUNS THE WORLD AWAY
CHAPTER XXII. THE LATEST GOSPEL: KNOW THY WORK AND DO IT
CHAPTER XXIII. THE GODS SELL US ALL GOOD THINGS FOR LABOR
CHAPTER XXIV. BUSY, HAPPY DAYS
CHAPTER XXV. DREAMING AND WORKING
CHAPTER XXVI. THE VERDICT OF LIFE
APPENDICES
APPENDIX I
APPENDIX II
APPENDIX III
APPENDIX IV
APPENDIX V
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I entered this incarnation on March the twenty-ninth, A.D. 1831, at the ancient town of Ulverston, Lancashire, England. My soul came with me. This is not always the case. Every observing mother of a large family knows that the period of spiritual possession varies. For days, even weeks, the child may be entirely of the flesh, and then suddenly, in the twinkling of an eye, the mystery of the indwelling spirit is accomplished. This miracle comes not by observation; no mother ever saw it take place. She only knows that at one moment her child was ignorant of her; that at the next moment it was consciously smiling into her face, and that then, with an instinctive gladness, she called to the whole household, “the baby has begun to notice.”
I brought my soul with me – an eager soul, impatient for the loves and joys, the struggles and triumphs of the dear, unforgotten world. No doubt it had been aware of the earthly tabernacle which was being prepared for its home, and its helper in the new onward effort; and was waiting for the moment which would make them companions. The beautifully fashioned little body was already dear, and the wise soul would not suffer it to run the risks of a house left empty and unguarded. Some accident might mar its beauty, or cripple its powers, or still more baneful, some alien soul might usurp the tenement, and therefore never be able effectually to control, or righteously use it.
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This conversation and much that followed I remember well, not all of it, perhaps, but its spirit and the very words used. It occurred in the garden which was in gorgeous August bloom, full of splendid dahlias and holly-hocks, and August lilies. I have never seen such holly-hocks since. We called them rose-mallows then which is I think a prettier name. The house door stood open, and the rooms were all so still and empty. There was a bee buzzing outside, and the girl Agnes singing a Methodist hymn in the kitchen, but the sounds seemed far away, and our little shoes sounded very noisy on the stairway.
I soon had my head on my mother’s breast, and felt her kisses on my cheek. She asked me if I had a happy visit, but she did not take as much interest in my relations as I expected; she was so anxious to show me the new baby, and to tell me it was a boy, and called after his father’s brother. I was jealous and unhappy, but Mother looked so proud and pleased I did not like to say anything disagreeable, so I kissed Mother and the boy again, and then went to the children’s room and had a good cry in Ann Oddy’s arms.
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