All the Days of My Life: An Autobiography

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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