Marion Harland's Autobiography
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Marion Harland. Marion Harland's Autobiography
Marion Harland's Autobiography
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FOREWORD
I. FOREBEARS AND PATRON SAINT
II. LAFAYETTE—REVOLUTIONARY TALES—PARENTS’ MARRIAGE
III. A COUNTRY EXILE—DEATH OF THE FIRST-BORN—CHANGE OF HOME—A FIRESIDE TRAGEDY—“COGITO, ERGO SUM.”
IV. A BERSERKER RAGE—A FRIGHT—THE WESTERN FEVER—MONTROSE—A MOTHER REGAINED
V. OUR POWHATAN HOME—A COUNTRY FUNERAL—“OLD MRS. O’HARA.”
VI. OLD-FASHIONED HUSBAND’S LOVE-LETTER—AN ALMOST HOMICIDE—“SLAUGHTERED MONSTER”—A WESLEYAN SCHOOLMISTRESS
VII. MY FIRST TUTOR—THE REIGN OF TERROR
VIII. CALM AFTER STORM—OUR HANDSOME YANKEE GOVERNESS—THE NASCENT AUTHOR
IX. A COLLEGE NEIGHBORHOOD—THE WORLD WIDENS—A BELOVED TUTOR—COLONIZATION DREAMS AND DISAPPOINTMENT—MAJOR MORTON
X. FAMILY LETTERS—COMMENCEMENT AT HAMPDEN-SIDNEY—THEN AND NOW
XI. BACK IN POWHATAN—OLD VIRGINIA HOUSEWIFERY—A SINGING-CLASS IN THE FORTIES—THE SIMPLE LIFE?
XII. ELECTION DAY AND A DEMOCRATIC BARBECUE
XIII. A WHIG RALLY AND MUSTER DAY
XIV. RUMORS OF CHANGES—A CORN-SHUCKING—NEGRO TOPICAL SONG
XV. THE COUNTRY GIRLS AT A CITY SCHOOL—VELVET HATS AND CLAY’S DEFEAT
XVI. HOME AT CHRISTMAS—A CANDY-PULL AND HOG-KILLING
XVII. A NOTABLE AFFAIR OF HONOR
XVIII. THE MENACE OF SLAVE INSURRECTION
XIX. WEDDING AND BRIDESMAID—THE ROUTINE OF A LARGE FAMILY—MY FIRST BEREAVEMENT
XX. OUR TRUE FAMILY GHOST-STORY
XXI. TWO MONUMENTAL FRIENDSHIPS
XXII. THE “OLD AFRICAN CHURCH”
XXIII. HOW “ALONE” CAME TO BE
XXIV. THE DAWNING OF LITERARY LIFE
XXV. BROUGHT FACE TO FACE WITH MY FATE
XXVI. LITERARY WELL-WISHERS—GEORGE D. PRENTICE—MRS. SIGOURNEY—GRACE GREENWOOD—H. W. LONGFELLOW—JAMES REDPATH—“THE WANDERING JEW”
XXVII. MY NORTHERN KINSPEOPLE—“QUELQU’UN” AND A LIFELONG FRIENDSHIP
XXVIII. MY FIRST OPERA—“PETER PARLEY”—RACHEL AS “CAMILLE”—BAYARD TAYLOR—T. B. ALDRICH—G. P. MORRIS—MARIA CUMMINS—MRS. AD T. WHITNEY
XXIX. ANNA CORA (MOWATT) RITCHIE—EDWARD EVERETT—GOVERNOR WISE—A MEMORABLE DINNER-PARTY
XXX. A MUSICAL CONVENTION—GEORGE FRANCIS ROOT—WHEN “THE SHINING SHORE” WAS FIRST SUNG—THE HALLELUJAH CHORUS—BETROTHAL—DEMPSTER IN HIS OLD AGE
XXXI. WEDDING BELLS—A BRIDAL TOUR—A DISCOVERED RELATIVE—A NOBLE LIFE
XXXII. PARSONAGE LIFE—WILLIAM WIRT HENRY—HISTORIC SOIL—JOHN RANDOLPH—THE LAST OF THE RANDOLPHS
XXXIII. PLANTATION PREACHING—COLORED COMMUNICANTS—A “MIGHTY MAN IN PRAYER”
XXXIV. MY NOVITIATE AS A PRACTICAL HOUSEWIFE—MY COOK “GETS HER HAND OUT”—INCEPTION OF “COMMON SENSE IN THE HOUSEHOLD”
XXXV. THE STIRRED “NEST AMONG THE OAKS”—A CRUCIAL CRISIS
XXXVI. MIGRATION NORTHWARD—ACCLIMATION—ALBERT EDWARD, PRINCE OF WALES, IN NEW YORK—POLITICAL PORTENTS
XXXVII. THE PANIC OF ’61—A VIRGINIA VACATION—MUTTERINGS OF COMING STORM
XXXVIII. THE FOURTEENTH OF APRIL, 1861, IN RICHMOND
XXXIX “THE LAST THROUGH TRAIN FOR FOUR YEARS”
XL. DOMESTIC SORROWS AND NATIONAL STORM AND STRESS—FRIENDS, TRIED AND TRUE
XLI. FORT DELAWARE—“OLD GLORY”—LINCOLN’S ASSASSINATION—THE RELEASED PRISONER OF WAR
XLII. A CHRISTMAS REUNION—A MIDNIGHT WARNING—HOW A GOOD MAN CAME TO “THE HAPPIEST DAY OF HIS LIFE”
XLIII. TWO BRIDALS—A BIRTH AND A PASSING—“MY LITTLE LOVE”—“DRIFTING OUT”—A NONPAREIL PARISH
XLIV. TWO YEARS OVERSEAS—LIFE IN ROME AND GENEVA
XLV. SUNNYBANK—A NEW ENGLAND PARISH—“MY BOYS”—TWO “STARRED” NAMES
XLVI. RETURN TO MIDDLE STATES—THE HOLY LAND—MY FRIENDS THE MISSIONARIES—TWO CONSULS IN JERUSALEM
XLVII. LUCERNE—GOOD SAMARITANS AND AN ENGLISHMAN—A LECTURE TOUR—OHIOAN HOSPITALITY—MR. AND MRS. McKINLEY
XLVIII. THE CLOUDS RETURN AFTER THE RAIN—ABROAD AGAIN—HEALING AND HEALTH—IDYLLIC WINTER IN FLORENCE
XLIX. THE GOING-OUT OF A YOUNG LIFE—PRESENT ACTIVITIES—“LITERARY HEARTHSTONES”—GRATEFUL REMINISCENCES
APPENDIX
THE REV. EDWARD PAYSON TERHUNE, D.D
A GOLDEN WEDDING
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Marion Harland
The Story of a Long Life
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I was but two years old when there occurred a calamity, the particulars of which I have heard so often that I seem to recollect them for myself:
One cold winter day my mother left her little daughters with their toys at the end of the large bedroom most remote from a roaring wood-fire; told them not to go nearer to it, and took her work down to Mrs. Bragg’s chamber. The gentle hostess had a baby but a week old, and her boarder’s call was one of neighborly kindness. On the stairs she met Lucy Bragg, a child about my sister’s age—five—a pretty, merry baby, and our only playfellow. My mother’s discipline was never harsh. It was ever effectual, for we seldom disobeyed her. She stopped Lucy on the stairs to warn her not to play near the fire.
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