THE VERDICT OF LIFE
"Lord, mend, or make us--one creation
Will not suffice our turn;
Except Thou make us daily, we shall spurn
Our own salvation."
Old age is the verdict of life. I am now an old woman. Many people
tell me so, and there is the indisputable evidence of my eighty-second
birthday, the twenty-ninth of next March. But truly I am unconscious
of being old. My life here is so simple, that I have never as yet met
either business or social demands I was not able to fulfil without any
sense of effort. My day's work is as long as it was twenty years ago,
and I have quite as much pleasure in it now, as I had then. I have
rarely a headache now. I was rarely without one then. I enjoy my food,
especially my breakfast, and the eminent physician Brudenel of London
told me that an enjoyment of breakfast was an excellent sign of
general well being. I sleep seven hours every night, neither more nor
less, except under some unusual circumstances; but I never fail to be
ten hours in the restful and recuperative freedom of the night's
silence and darkness. I have made my living for forty-two years in a
stooping posture, but I am yet perfectly erect, and I ascend the
stairs as rapidly as I ever did. I am more free from pain than I have
been for many years. A touch now and then of rheumatism reminds me
that I am a subject to mortality, and a gray hair here and there
foretells the hand that shall finally prevail. But life is still sweet
and busy, and my children talk of what I am going to do in the future,
as if I was immortal. Also my long true friends on the daily press do
the same thing. They tell of what I am writing or planning to write,
far more than of what I have done in the past. And I hope and pray,
when the Master comes, He will find me at my desk, writing such words
as it will please Him to see. For to literature, humanly speaking, I
am indebted not only for my living, but also for every blessing I
enjoy--health of body, activity of mind, cheerfulness, contentment,
and continual employment, therefore continual happiness.
Happiness? Yes, I will certainly let the word stand. My old age is
very like this fine October day; calm, restful and fair in its own
beauty. Indeed both in body and mind,
"I have put on an Autumn glow,
A richer red after the rainy weather,
I mourn not for the Spring, for the lost long ago,
But clothe my cliffs with purple-honeyed heather."
I feel strongly that these last years of life must not be a time of
repose, but rather a time of beginning again; of learning afresh how
best to make ready for the new world before me. I wish to master the
fine art of dying well, as great a lesson as the fine art of living,
about which every one is so busy; for I want to take into the Great
Unknown before me, a supple, joyous spirit ready for it.
Eighty-two years ago I was not. Then I was. I have had my day. I have
warmed both hands at the fire of life. I have drank every cup, joyful
or sorrowful, life could give me; but neither my soul nor my heart is
old. Time has laid his hand gently on me, just as a harper lays his
open palm upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations--that is all. The
sunrise has never yet melted for me into the light of common day. The
air, far from being emptied of wonder, is thrilled with its new
travelers for peace and war. Still I can listen to Greene and Putnam,
and Sam Houston, shouting in the trenches of freedom, and hear the
palaces of tyrants crumbling, and see the dungeons of cruelty flame to
heaven. Nobody has watched the daily papers of the last few months
with more eager and passionate interest than I have done. I have
followed the great colonel with all my youthful enthusiasms, and
listened at the street corners to the noble band of women pleading for
their just rights. Such a pitiful sight! How can the noble American
male bear to see it? Why does he not stand up in her place, and speak
for her. Any decent Christian will speak for a dumb man, and women
have been dumb for unknown centuries. They are only learning now to
talk, only learning to ask for what they want.
"Then I am for Women's Suffrage?" I am for the enfranchisement of
every slave. I am for justice, even to women. Any one who lived in
England during the early half of the nineteenth century would be a
suffragist; for then the most highly cultured wife was constantly
treated by her husband, as Tennyson says, "Something better than his
dog, a little dearer than his horse."
Men ought to remember that they have had a mother, as well as a
father, and that in most cases she has been, in every way, the better
parent of the two. All my life long I have been sensible of the
injustice constantly done to women. Since I have had to fight the
world single-handed, there has not been one day I have not smarted
under the wrongs I have had to bear, because I was not only a woman,
but a woman doing a man's work, without any man, husband, son, brother
or friend, to stand at my side, and to see some semblance of justice
done me. I cannot forget, for injustice is a sixth sense, and rouses
all the others. If it was not for the constant inflowing of God into
human affairs, the condition of women would today have been almost as
insufferable, as was the condition of the negro in 1860. However, the
movement for the enfranchisement of women will go forward, and not
backward, and I have not one fear as to the consequences it will bring
about.
I have lived, I have loved, I have worked, and at eighty-two I only
ask that the love and the work continue while I live. What I must do,
I will love to do. It is a noble chemistry, that turns necessity into
pleasure. About my daily life I have been as frank and truthful as it
was possible to be; but I have not found the opportunity of saying
anything about my dream life. Yet how poor my daily life would have
been without it. All day long we are in the world, and occupied with
its material things, but the night celebrates the resurrection of the
soul. Then, while the body lies dormant and incapable of motion, the
soul is free to wander far off, and to meddle with events that the
body is unconscious of. What is the lesson we learn night after night
from this condition? It proves to us the separate existence of the
soul. We are asleep one-third of our life. Is the soul as inert and
dead as the body appears to be?
No! No! Who has not suffered and rejoiced in dreams, with an intensity
impossible to their waking hours? Who has not then striven with things
impossible and accomplished them without any feeling of surprise? Ah,
dreams reveal to us powers of the soul, which we shall never realize
until this mortal puts on immortality!
The shadowy land of dreams rests upon the terra-firma of revelation,
for the dream literature of the Bible comprises some of its most
delightful and important passages. God did not the less fulfil all his
promises to Jacob, because they were made in a dream; nay but in a
second dream, he encourages Jacob, by reminding him of this first
dream. All through the historical part of the Bible its dream world
presses continually on its humanity; and the sublime beauty of the
prophecies is nowhere more remarkable than in the dreams of these
spiritual sentinels of the people. In all the realm of poetry, where
can there be found anything to equal that dream of the millennium
peace, which Zachariah saw--the angel standing among the myrtle trees,
and the angelic horsemen walking to-and-fro in the happy earth
reporting, "Behold all the earth sitteth still, and is at rest." There
is little need to speak of the dream life in the New Testament. Every
one is familiar with it.
"God speaketh once, yea twice, yet man perceiveth it not; in a dream,
in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon man in
slumberings upon the bed." This was Job's testimony. Dare any one
declare that God has ceased to speak to man? Every man and woman has
exigencies and sorrows of which only God knows, and only God can
counsel and comfort. I solemnly declare, that I have known this truth
all my life long:
"Whoso has felt the Spirit of the Highest,
Cannot confound, nor doubt Him, nor deny;
Yea, with one voice, O World, though thou deniest,
Stand thou on that side, for on this, am I."
There has always been a distinction between dreams and visions.
Visions imply the agency of an angel. Christ did not dream of an angel
comforting him in Gethsemane; "there appeared an angel unto Him from
heaven strengthening him." Visions are much rarer than dreams. I have
had divine and prophesying dreams of many kinds, but never have had a
vision. My spiritual ear was pre-attuned to heavenly voices, when I
came into this reincarnation, but my sight has not yet been opened.
Yet I am intensely sensitive to Spiritual Presence, and though I
cannot discern it, it is as real to me as my own person. Never in all
eternity can I forget the Angel Presence who came to me when I was a
child twelve years old. I was praying with all my child heart, that
God would love me, and teach me how to please Him, and suddenly, even
as I prayed, there was _some one there_, and I heard a voice, clear
and sweet, say to me, "Arise and shine, for thy light has come." And I
was so happy, I thought I was in heaven. If all the events I have
written in this book should vanish from memory, this one would remain
bright and imperishable, though the waves of centuries washed over it.
Yet I did not see. I am not yet ready for vision. But it will come,
for we have a natural body, and we have a spiritual body--not we are
going to have--we already possess it, and as we develop our spiritual
faculties, they will be ours.
No doctrine is taught more authoritatively and constantly in the Bible
than that of Angel Ministry. Whenever we read of angels it is as
helpers and comforters. They rejoice over our repentance, they
minister continually to our sorrows. The broken in heart, the eyes
washed and cleared by consecrating tears, the feet that have been to
the border land, _they know_. However there never was in Christendom
an age when there were so many creeds and so little faith. People are
proud of being practical and material. They forget that our spiritual
life is beyond all scientific laws, and rests entirely on one
spiritual and miraculous book, and one spiritual and miraculous life.
On the twenty-third of September, that is about a month ago, a most
interesting thing happened. I received by mail a newspaper in English,
printed and published in the City of Jerusalem, Palestine; a large
sheet of four pages, and the lower half of every page was occupied by
the article I had written for the _American_ of New York, on the
subject of spiritual revelations, and the sublime destiny of man
through the means of reincarnations. It delighted me that this article
should appear in a paper named _The Truth_ and this especially,
because the subject of reincarnation was well known in ancient
Jerusalem; was indeed a recognized faith in all Judea in the time of
Christ. With the exception of the class called Sadducees, the Jew
believed in his own immortality. He knew that whatever had its
beginning in time, must end in time; but he looked backward, as well
as forward, to an eternity of God's love. Solomon says for all his
race, the indisputable words of faith found in Proverbs, 8:22-31.
What does reincarnation demand of us? Only that we should by a series
of human lives, attain to the condition of celestial beings, worthy to
be called the sons and daughters of The Most High. Some through love,
obedience and self denial--which last is the highest form of soul
culture--will reach this end sooner than others, but I believe _all_
will eventually do so; for it is not the will of God that _any_ should
perish, but that _all_ should come to repentance, and consequently to
an era of effort, which will finally prevail.
Every new existence is paid for by the old age and death of a body
worn out, which though it has perished, contained the indestructible
seed out of which the new life has arisen. And why should we not come
back as often as we are capable of acquiring fresh knowledge and
experience? Do we carry away so much from one life, that there is
nothing left to repay us for coming back?
A constant objection against reincarnation is the nearly universal
absence of any recollection of a previous life. _It is a great mercy
that we do not remember._ In some cases, memories might be so full of
sin, error, and even crime, that the details carried forward, would
fill the soul with despair at the outset.
Few indeed remember anything of the first two years of their present
life, at seventy most people have forgotten nine out of ten incidents
of their past days. They know that they are the result of all that
they have come through, that their identity is the same with that of
the infant, the schoolboy and girl, the over-confident young man or
woman, the wiser ones of middle life, and the tranquil saddened ones
of old age, but their memory has only linked results, not incidents.
They are the creation of their past, and the nature they have evolved,
is its memory.
And if we could remember our former lives it would seriously hinder
the present one. The soul knowing the significance of the trials
reserved for it, would become hardened and careless, and perhaps
paralyzed by the hopelessness of mastering them. The struggle must be
free, voluntary, and safe from past influences. The field of combat
must seem new. It would be bad for a soul to know it had failed
before, much harder for it to pluck up its courage, and to try again;
beside the backward-looking soul, would dwell in the past, instead of
the present, and so miss the best uses of life.
Others object to reincarnation because they assert it is unjust for
us to suffer in this life, for acts done in past ones and forgotten.
But does the forgetting of any sinful act, absolve us from its
consequences? Under this strange ethical law, a murderer might be
hypnotized into forgetfulness, become unconscious of his crime, and
absolved from all its moral and legal consequences. And there is
this great alleviation, that even while suffering the effects of
the sins of our past lives, the effect changes into a new cause,
according to our attitude towards it. For by a courageous, patient
fortitude in the bearing of our just punishment, we can "rise on the
stepping-stones of our dead selves to higher things."
It is objected also, that reincarnation will separate us forever from
those we loved in life. Nothing is further from the truth. Like every
phenomenon in Nature, reincarnation proceeds under the law of cause
and effect. We ourselves set up the causes which will affect our
re-birth. These causes originate in the acts and feelings, which
relate us to those with whom we have daily associations, and who are
the objects of our thoughts and acts, whether of love or of hatred. We
cannot set up causes which will bind our lives with people, whom we
have never met; we are bound to those only, with whom we have been
closely connected by bonds of love or of hatred.
Yes, hatred; for attraction and repulsion are but opposite poles of
the same force, and are of equal strength. This fact explains the
hatred that sometimes exists between parents and children, and other
ties of close relationship. It also explains "the black sheep" in the
family. It has been drawn thither by antecedent hatred, and has none
of the family's traditions, tastes or moralities. So powerful is this
attraction, that it can draw souls to, or from existence. How often do
husband and wife follow each other quickly to the grave! How often
does the newborn babe pine away after its mother's death, and the
nurses declare she is "drawing it to her." The association of a family
is likely to continue as long as there is any attraction or repulsion
between the souls that composed it, and is a far wiser provision for
human happiness, than the mere ties of fleshly relationship; for soul
attraction brings to each soul its own, and we daily see its superior
power evinced in this life. The youth leaves father and mother for the
wife of his choice; the girl leaves her family, and her home, and goes
happily far away, with some stranger whom her soul loves.
We may also claim for reincarnation, the great law which causes all
things in Nature, to take the path of least resistance. Every soul
will be actuated in a greater or less degree by this law, and the path
of least resistance would naturally be towards its own kindred. I have
my pedigree to five generations before the Conquest, and I feel as if
I had always incarnated among my kindred, scattered through the
beautiful Valley of the Duddon, and the mountains of the western part
of the Lake Country. This is the corner of England I love the best. I
feel it is my home country. I am a daughter of its soil, and may have
been so for a thousand years.
The doctrine of inherited sin and its consequences unto the third and
fourth generation, is a hard lesson to learn; but no one can complain
if the disposition and endowments which he has inherited from his
_former self_, are the source of his troubles and punishments. We reap
what we sow. The seeds of sin and sorrow spring from some old sowing
of our own. There is no use to blame Adam and Eve. We alone are
responsible, and the character with which we leave this life, is
inevitably the one with which we shall begin a new life. We can only
begin with what we have.
"The tissue of the life to be,
We weave with colors all our own;
And in the field of Destiny,
We reap as we have sown."
I have now named the principal objections to reincarnation, let me
speak of its great hope and blessing. It is this--_we can always
remedy the errors of the past_. We can say, this evil is of my making,
I can therefore unmake it. This hatred sprang from my injustice. It
shall not trouble my next life. I will put the wrong right while it is
called _to-day_. In this way, we can truly bury the evil past.
I have heard from believers in reincarnation some remarkable
reminiscences, but in all of the flashes of past existence that have
come to me, my chief interest appears to be in household matters,
except in one sharp vision, when I was a man, and the captain of a
great ship. This ship was quite familiar to me, and here I mark an
interesting thing. I have written in a number of romances, scenes
which were on ships, and on the sea. I never studied anything about
ships, or nautical terms. When I was writing the proper words came
without effort. Yet Captain Young of the _Devonia_ and the _City of
Rome_ told me, that there was not a nautical error in them. This can
only be accounted for, as a sub-conscious remembrance of what I
learned in this incarnation, when I sailed the sea. Socrates declared
that "all that we called learning, was recollection."
My last recollection of this life is a vivid and terrible one. It
comes always in a swift flash of consciousness, with every detail
clear as noonday. I find myself on the ship standing by the main mast.
We are in the midst of a mighty typhoon. The skies are riven with
lightning. Black clouds are tossed upon an horizon, where there is a
pale livid glow. The waves thunder, and there is a roaring howl of
wind in my ears. The sailors are lying face downward on the deck. I
alone stand upright. There is nothing more. I do not see the death of
the ship, but I know that she went to the bottom with every soul on
her.
With this exception any fleeting vision I have had from the past
refers to household matters, and ordinary events. The image of one man
is the most persistent. He always flings the door open violently,
looks steadily at me, and appears to be approaching my chair. Then I
tremble and turn sick, and the whole vanishes; but I know the man was
once my husband. I know it because I fear him so much. That was a
common attitude of English wives in the past centuries, and was far
from being extinct at the beginning of this century.
I will not here speak of the teachers of reincarnation. They comprise
the greatest men of every epoch. It will be enough to name some of our
own day whom all remember. Among the clergy Henry Ward Beecher and
Phillips Brooks dared to preach it. James Freeman Clarke warmly
espoused its justice and its hope. Professor William Knight, the
Scotch metaphysician of St. Andrew, and Professor Francis Brown of
Harvard University, clearly show their belief in our pre-existence.
Orlando Smith in his wonderful book called "Eternalism" advances
arguments impossible to answer, in favor of the soul's existence from
all eternity; and Dr. Edward Beecher in his works called "The Conflict
of Ages" and "The Concord of Ages" casts the seed of our pre-existence
through a large portion of the clergy, and of the thoughtful readers
of this country. I have two beautiful letters on this subject from the
Reverend Charles Beecher, one of which I transcribe.
WYSOX, PA.
February 6, 1891.
MRS. AMELIA BARR:
DEAR MADAM:
I have been a diligent reader of your works, reading them aloud to
my family, which is our custom.
I have noticed in several of them intimations of a belief in a
former life before this pilgrimage of earth life. Such ideas have
ever possessed a peculiar charm for me, and I have wondered that
they have not often been used in fiction.
In some of the Erkmann-Chatrian novels there are indications of
it; also in the writings of Lucy Larcom, and some others. In the
hymns of the common people, such allusions are very frequent, and
often very beautiful.
It is not merely a poetical fancy, the idea that we have seen
better days, and that heaven is fatherland and home--though it is
poetical, the very heart and soul of all poetry--but it is more
than a fancy or dream; it is a grand and glorious truth, and
lights up the Valley of the Shadow, through which we are all
passing.
I thank God for the work he is enabling you to do. May it long
continue.
Sincerely your friend,
CHARLES BEECHER.
Reincarnation is like the message of the stars, there is no speech or
language where its voice is not heard. There is indeed at the present
time an universal, though unsuspected, prevalence of this ancient
knowledge; shed by flower-like souls of all past ages, and blossoming
again firmly and finely in all our poetry, fiction, religious and
philosophical writings. It has taken possession of men's most secret
thoughts, for it has its own way of convincing them. It is a good
sign. For heaven no longer allures and hell no longer terrifies; but
if a man can be persuaded that he has a soul, and that he must save
his soul alive, because it is possible to lose it, he is brought face
to face with a reality he cannot ignore. I have talked with a very
large number of young men on this subject, and in every case, their
souls rose up courageously to meet its obligations.
"It will be a fight to your last day," I tell them, "but be men, and
fight for your soul's life. For Christ says it can be lost, even while
you go to church every Sunday morning, and are diligent in business
all the week. It can be lost. If you should lose your money, what a
lamentation there would be; but a _soul can be lost without noise,
without observation_." What reincarnation has to say on this subject,
I do not fully accept. My early Methodism clings to me, and I believe
firmly that God is not willing, that _any_ soul should be lost, but
that all should find the safety of his Great Father Love.
The future is not a torture chamber nor a condemned cell nor a
reformatory. Even if we do make our bed in hell, God is there, and
light, and truth, and love are there; and effort shall follow effort,
and goal succeed goal, until we reach the colossal wisdom and goodness
of spiritual beings. "Yet," and reincarnation has a yet, though many
like myself are loth to entertain it; but this "yet" is better
expressed in the following verses than I can frame it. No one can be
the worse for considering the possibility they infer:
"If thou art base and earthly, then despair;
Thou art but mortal, as the brute that falls.
Birds weave their nests, the lion finds a lair,
Man builds his halls,
"These are but coverts from earth's war and storm;
Homes where our lesser lives take shape and breath.
_But if no heavenly man has grown, what form
Clothes thee at death?_
"And when thy meed of penalty is o'er
And fire has burned the dross where gold is none,
Shall separate life but wasted heretofore,
Still linger on?
"God fills all space--whatever doth offend
From His unbounded Presence shall be spurned;
Or deem'st thou, He should garner tares, whose end
Is to be burned.
"If thou wouldst see the Power that round thee sways,
In whom all motion, thought, and life are cast,
Know that the pure who travel heavenward ways,
See God at last."
Further I press upon the young, not to be ashamed of their disposition
to be sentimental or religious. It is the sentimental young men who
conquer; it is the men steeped in religious thought and aspiration,
who _do_ things. Whatever the scientists may say, if we take the
supernatural out of life, we leave only the unnatural. But science is
the magical word of the day, and scientists too often profess to
doubt, whether we have a soul for one life, not to speak of a
multitude of lives. "There is no proof!" they cry. "No proof! No proof
of the soul's existence." Neither is there any proof of the existence
of the mind. But the mind bores tunnels, and builds bridges and
conceived aviation. And the soul can re-create a creature of clay, and
of the most animal instincts, until he reaches the colossal manhood of
a Son of God. Religion is life, not science.
It is now the twenty-seventh of October, 1912, and a calm, lovely
Sabbath. I have been quite alone for three weeks, and have finished
this record in unbroken solitude and peace. Mary is in Florida, and
Alice is in New York with her sister Lilly. Sitting still in the long
autumn evenings, I have drawn the past from the eternity into which it
had fallen, to look at it again, and to talk to myself very intimately
about it; and I confess, that though it is the nature of the soul to
adore what it has lost, that I prefer what I possess. Though youth and
beauty have departed, the well springs of love and imagination are, in
my nature, too deep to be touched by the frost of age. Nourished by
the dews of the heart and the intellect they will grow sweeter and
deeper and more refreshing to the end of my life; for the things of
the soul and the heart are eternal.
I have lived among "things unseen" as well as seen, always nursing in
my heart that sweet promise of the times of restitution. Neither is
the fire of youth dead, it glows within, rather than flames
without--that is all. And there is a freshness, all its own, reserved
for the aged who have _come uphill all the way_, and at last found the
clearer air, and serener solitudes of those heights, beyond the fret
and stir of the restless earth.
I have told my story just as I lived it; told it with the utmost
candor and truthfulness. I have exaggerated nothing, far from it. This
is especially true as regards all spiritual experiences. I hold them
far too sacred to be added to, or taken from. My life has been a drama
of sorrow and loss, of change and labor, but God wrote it, and I would
not change anything He ordained.
"I would not miss one sigh or tear,
Heart pang, or throbbing brow.
Sweet was the chastisement severe,
And sweet its memory now."
For as my day, so has my strength been; not once, but always. There
was an hour, forty-five years ago, when all the waves and billows of
the sea of sorrow went over my head. Then He said to me, "Am I not
sufficient?" And I answered, "Yes, Lord." Has He failed me ever since?
Not once. Always, the power, has come with the need.
Farewell, my friends! You that will follow me through the travail and
labor of eighty years, farewell! I shall see very few of you face to
face in this life, but somewhere--perhaps--somewhere, we may meet and
_know each other on sight_. And if you find in these red leaves of a
human heart, a word of strength, or hope, or comfort, that is my great
reward. Again farewell! Be of good cheer. Fear not. (2 Esdras, 6:33.)
There is hope and promise in the years to come.
I will now let the curtain fall over my past, with a grateful
acknowledgment that every sorrow has found its place in my life, and I
should have been a loser without it. Even chance acquaintances have
had their meaning, and done their work, and the web of life could not
have been better woven of love alone.
God has not spoken His last word to me, though I am nearly eighty-one
years old. When I have rested my eyes, I am ready for the work, ready
for me. And I do not feel it too late, to offer daily the great prayer
of Moses for consolation, "Comfort us again, for the years wherein we
have seen evil." As for the cares and exigencies of daily life, I
commit them to Him, who has never yet failed me, and
"If I should let all other comfort go,
And every other promise be forgot,
My soul would sit and sing, because I know
He faileth not!
"He faileth not! What winds of God may blow,
What safe or perilous ways may be my lot,
Gives but little care; for this I know,
He faileth not!"
Sustained by this confidence, I can face without fear the limitations
of age, and the transition we call death. I have love and friendship
around me; I give help and sympathy whenever I can, and I do my day's
work gladly. The rest is with God.
APPENDICES
APPENDIX I
HUDDLESTON LORDS OF MILLOM
If I followed my own desire, instead of the general custom, I should
place the genealogical history of the Huddlestons of Millom before my
own story and not after it. For to the noble men and women who passed
on the name to me, I owe everything that has made my life useful to
others, and happy to myself. They conserved for me, upon the wide seas
of the world and the mountains and fells of Cumberland, that splendid
vitality, which still at eighty-two years of age enables me to do
continuously eight and nine hours of steady mental work without sense
of fatigue, which keeps me young in heart and brain and body. They
transmitted to me their noble traditions of faith in God, and of
passionate love for their country. From them I received that eternal
hope which treads disaster under its feet, that courage which never
fails, because God never can fail, and that natural religious trust
which is the abiding foundation of a life that has continually turned
sorrow into joy and apparent failure into certain success.
I honor all my predecessors as I honor my father and my mother, and I
have had the promise added to that commandment. "My days have been
long in the land which the Lord, my God, has given me." These few
natal notes are all I now know of them, but I have a sure faith that
in some future the bare facts will grow into the living romances they
only now hint of. I shall know them all and all of them will know me;
and we shall talk together of the different experiences we met on our
widely different roads to the same continuing home--a home not made
with hands, eternal in the heavens.
A. E. B.
HUDDLESTON LORDS OF MILLOM
The pedigree of this very ancient family is traced back to five
generations before the Conquest. The first, however, of the name who
was lord of Millom was,
SIR JOHN HUDDLESTON, KNIGHT, who was the son of Adam, son of John, son
of Richard, son of Reginald, son of Nigel, son of Richard, son of
another Richard, son of John, son of Adam, son of Adam de Hodleston in
co. York. The five last named according to the York _MS_ were before
the Conquest.
SIR JOHN DE HODLESTON, KNIGHT, in the year 1270 was witness to a deed
in the Abbey of St. Mary in Furness. By his marriage with the Lady
Joan, Sir John became lord of Anneys in Millom. In the 20th Edward I,
1292, he proved before Hugh Cressingham, justice itinerant, that he
possessed JURA REGALIA within the lordship of Millom. In the 25th,
1297, he was appointed by the king warder or governor of Galloway in
Scotland. In the 27th, 1299, he was summoned as baron of the realm, to
do military service; in the next year, 1300, he was present at the
siege of Carlaverock. In the 29th, 1301, though we have no proof that
he was summoned, he attended the Parliament in Lincoln, and subscribed
as a baron the celebrated letter to the Pope, by the title of lord of
Anneys. He was still alive in the 4th of Edward IV, 1311. Sir John had
three sons--John who died early, and Richard and Adam.
The Hudlestons of Hutton--John--were descended from a younger branch
of the family at Millom, as were the Hudlestons of Swaston co.,
Cambridge, who settled there temp. Henry VIII, in consequence of a
marriage with one of the co-heiresses of the Marquis Montague.
RICHARD HUDLESTON, son and heir, succeeded his father. Both he and his
brother Adam are noticed in the later writs of Edward I. They were
both of the faction of the Earl of Lancaster, and obtained in the 7th
Edward II, 1313, a pardon for their participation with him in the
death of the king's favorite, Gaveston. Adam was taken prisoner with
the earl in the Battle of Boroughbridge in 1322, where he bore for
arms gules fretted with silver, with a label of azure. Richard was not
at that battle and in the 19th of the king, 1326, when Edward II
summoned the Knights of every county to the Parliament at Westminster,
was returned the first among the Knights of Cumberland. He married
Alice, daughter of Richard Troughton in the 13th, Edward II,
1319-1320, and had issue.
JOHN HUDLESTON, son of the above named Richard, who succeeded his
father in 1337, and married a daughter of Henry Fenwick, lord of
Fenwick, co. of Northumberland.
RICHARD HUDLESTON, son of John.
SIR RICHARD HUDLESTON, KNIGHT, served as a banneret at the Battle of
Agincourt, 1415. He married Anne, sister of Sir William Harrington K.
G., and served in the wars in France, in the retinue of that knight.
SIR JOHN HUDLESTON, KNIGHT, son of Richard, was appointed to treat
with the Scottish commissioners on border matters in the 4th Edward
IV, 1464; was knight of the shire in the 7th, 1467; appointed one of
the conservators of the peace on the borders in the 20th, 1480; and
again in the 2nd of Richard, 1484; and died on the 6th of November in
the 9th of Henry VII, 1494. He married Joan, one of the co-heirs of
Sir Miles Stapleton of Ingham in Yorkshire. He was made bailiff and
keeper of the king's woods and chases in Barnoldwick, in the county of
York; sheriff of the county of Cumberland, by the Duke of Gloucester
for his life steward of Penrith, and warden of the west marches. He
had three sons----
1. Sir Richard K. B., who died in the lifetime of his father, 1st
Richard III. He married Margaret, natural daughter of Richard
Nevill, earl of Warwick, and had one son and two daughters, viz:
Richard married Elizabeth, daughter of Lady Mabel Dacre, and
died without issue, when the estates being entailed passed to
the heir male, the descendant of his Uncle John.
Johan married to Hugh Fleming, Esq., of Rydal.
Margaret married to Launcelot Salkeld, Esq., of Whitehall.
2. Sir John.
3. Sir William.
SIR JOHN HUDLESTON, second son of Sir John and Joan his wife, married
Joan, daughter of Lord Fitz Hugh, and dying the 5th Henry VIII,
1513-1514, was succeeded by his son.
SIR JOHN HUDLESTON K. B., espoused firstly the Lady Jane Clifford,
youngest daughter of Henry, earl of Cumberland, by whom he had no
issue. He married secondly Joan, sister of Sir John Seymour, Kn't, and
aunt of Jane Seymour, queen consort of Henry VIII, and by her he had
issue----
ANTHONY his heir.
ANDREW, who married Mary, sister and co-heiress of Thomas Hutton,
Esq., of Hutton--John, from whom descended the branch at that
mansion.
A daughter who married Sir Hugh Askew, Kn't, yeoman of the cellar
to Henry VIII, and Ann, married to Ralph Latus, Esq., of the
Beck.
Sir John, died 38th, Henry VIII, 1546-7.
ANTHONY HUDLESTON, ESQ., son and heir, married Mary, daughter of Sir
William Barrington, Knight, and was succeeded by his son
WILLIAM HUDLESTON, ESQ., knight of the shire in the 43rd Elizabeth,
who married Mary, daughter of Bridges, Esq., of Gloucestershire.
FERDINANDO HUDLESTON, son and heir, was also knight of the shire in
the 21st James I. He married Jane, daughter of Sir Ralph Grey, knight
of Chillingham, and had issue nine sons--WILLIAM, JOHN, FERDINANDO,
RICHARD, RALPH, INGLEBY, EDWARD, ROBERT, and JOSEPH; all of whom were
officers in the service of Charles I. He was succeeded by his eldest
son.
SIR WILLIAM HUDLESTON, a zealous and devoted royalist, who raised a
regiment of horse for his sovereign, and also a regiment of foot; the
latter he maintained at his own expense during the whole of the war.
For his good services and his personal bravery at the battle of
Edgehill, where he retook the royal standard, he was made a knight
banneret by Charles I on the field. He married Bridget, daughter of
Joseph Pennington, Esq., of Muncaster. He had issue, besides his
successor, a daughter, Isabel, who married Richard Kirkby, Esq., of
Furness, and was succeeded by his son.
FERDINAND HUDLESTON, ESQ., who married Dorothy, daughter of Peter
Hunley, merchant of London, and left a sole daughter and heiress Mary,
who married Charles West, Lord Delawar, and died without issue. At his
decease the representation of his family reverted to
RICHARD HUDLESTON, ESQ., son of Colonel John Hudleston, Esq., second
son of Ferdinando Hudleston, and Jane Grey his wife. This gentleman
married Isabel, daughter of Thomas Hudleston, Esq., of Bainton, co.
York, and was succeeded by his son,
FERDINANDO HUDLESTON, ESQ., who married Elizabeth, daughter of Lyon
Falconer, Esq., co. Rutland, by whom he had issue,
WILLIAM HUDLESTON, ESQ. This gentleman married Gertrude, daughter of
Sir William Meredith, Bart., by whom he had issue, two daughters,
Elizabeth and Isabella. Elizabeth, the elder, married Sir Hedworth
Williamson, Bart., who in 1774 sold the estate for little more than
20,000 pounds to Sir James Lowther, Bart.--by whom it was devised to
his successor, the Earl of Lonsdale.
Millom Castle, considerable remains of which are still in existence,
is pleasantly situated in the township of Millom Below, near the mouth
of the Duddon. It was fortified and embattled in 1335 by Sir John
Hudleston, who obtained a license from the King for that purpose. In
ancient times it was surrounded by a fine park. Here for many
centuries the lords of Millom held their feudal pomp and state
undisturbed by war's tempestuous breath, from which the more northerly
parts of the country suffered so severely, and so often; and we do not
hear that the Castle was ever attacked previous to the wars of the
Parliament, when it appears to have been invested, though no
particulars respecting the occurrence have been recorded. It is at
this period that the old vicarage house, which was in the neighborhood
of the Castle, was pulled down, lest the rebels should take refuge
therein. Mr. Thomas Denton tells us, that in 1688 the castle was much
in want of repair. He also informs us that the gallows where the lords
of Millom exercised their power of punishing criminals with death
stood on a hill near the castle, and that felons had suffered there
shortly before the time at which he was writing. He describes the park
as having within twenty years abounded with oak, which to the value of
4,000 pounds had been cut down to serve as fuel at the iron forges.
When John Denton wrote the castle appears to have been in a partly
ruinous state, although the lords still continued to reside there
occasionally. In 1739 the old fortress appears to have been in much
the same condition as it is in our own times. In 1774 when Nicholson
and Burn published their history, the park was well stocked with deer,
and this state of things continued till the year 1802, when it was
disparked by the earl of Lonsdale. The old feudal stronghold of the
Boyvilles and Hudlestons now serves as a farmhouse, the principal part
remaining is a large square tower, formerly embattled, but at present
terminated by a plain parapet. The chief entrance appears to have been
in the east front by a lofty flight of steps. In a wall of the garden
are the arms of Hudleston, as also in the wall of an outhouse. On the
south and west sides traces of the moat are still visible. The
lordship of Millom still retains its own coroner.
After the sale of Millom to the Earl of Lonsdale, which occurred only
twenty-five years before the birth of my father, many of the
Huddleston family emigrated to Newfoundland and to the American
colonies. There were Huddlestons settled in Texas who had fought with
General Sam Houston. They were large land owners and had patriarchal
wealth in cattle and horses. I know this, for I wrote their
assessments during the last two years of the Civil War. A California
editor told me three years ago that there were Huddlestons among the
rich miners of that state; and there is a notable branch of the family
descended from Valentine Huddleston who came to the Plymouth colony in
A.D. 1622. This gentleman is among the list of the proprietors of
Dartmouth. He had two sons the eldest of whom bore the family name of
_Henry_. Nothing can be more clear and straight than the pedigree of
this branch; and its direct descendant is at the present day one of
New York's most esteemed and influential citizens.
THE LORDS OF MILLOM
From Bulmer & Co.'s "History and Directory of Westmoreland,"
Millom Parish, page 154.
The Boyvilles held the seigniory in heir male issue from the reign of
Henry I to the reign of Henry III, a space of one hundred years, when
the name and family ended in a daughter, Joan de Millom, by her
marriage with Sir John Huddleston (No. 5, FOOT-PRINTS), conveyed the
inheritance to that family, with whom it remained for about five
hundred years. The Huddlestons were an ancient and honorable family
who could trace their pedigree back five generations before the
Conquest. The lords of Millom frequently played important parts in the
civil and military history of the country. Richard and Adam (Nos. 6
and 7, FOOT-PRINTS), reign of Edward II, were implicated in the murder
of Gaveston, the king's favorite, and the latter was taken prisoner at
the battle of Borough Bridge in 1322. Sir Richard Huddleston (No. 12,
FOOT-PRINTS) served as a banneret at the battle of Agincourt in 1415.
Sir John Huddleston was appointed one of the conservators of the peace
on the borders in 1480, high sheriff of Yorkshire, steward of Neurith,
and warden of the West Marches.
Sir William Huddleston (No. 17, FOOT-PRINTS), a zealous and devoted
royalist, raised a regiment of horsemen for the service of the
sovereign, as also a regiment of footmen, and the latter he maintained
at his own expense. At the battle of Edge Hill he retook the standard
from the Cromwellians, and for this act of personal valor he was made
a knight banneret by the king on the field.
William Huddleston (not No. 17, FOOT-PRINTS), the twenty-first of his
family who held Millom, left two daughters, Elizabeth and Isabella.
The former of whom married Sir Hedworth Williamson, Bart., who in 1774
sold the estate for a little more than L20,000 to Sir James Lowther,
Bart., from whom it has descended to the present Earl of Lonsdale.
Millom Castle, of which considerable remains are still in existence,
is pleasantly situated near the church. It was for many centuries the
feudal residence of the lords of Millom, and though its venerable
ruins have been neglected, still they point out its former strength
and importance. It was fortified and embattled in 1335 by Sir John
Huddleston in pursuance of a license received from the king. It was
anciently surrounded by a park well stocked with deer, and adorned
with noble oaks, which were cut down in 1690 by Ferdinando Huddleston
to supply timber for the building of a ship and fuel for his smelting
furnace.
The principal part of the castle now remaining is a large square tower
formerly embattled but now terminated by a plain parapet.
Mr. John Denton tells us the Castle in his time (the middle of the
15th century) was partly in a ruined state though the lords continued
to reside there occasionally. Before the year 1774 the park was well
stocked with deer and continued so until 1802 when Lord Lonsdale
disparked it and 207 deer were killed and the venison sold from 2d. to
4d. per lb.
The feudal hall of the Boyvilles and the Huddlestons where the lords
of Millom lived in almost royal state is now the domicil of a farmer.
_Sic transit gloria mundi._
The moat is still visible in one or two places and in a wall and also
in the garden may be seen the arms of the Huddlestons.
The castle is now undergoing reparation; some new windows are being
inserted and additional buildings are being erected.
(We are indebted to Miss Alethia M. Huddleston, of Lancashire,
England, for the copy of the foregoing valuable account of Millom.)
APPENDIX II
BOOKS PUBLISHED BY DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY
Jan Vedder's Wife, 1885
A Daughter of Fife, 1886
The Bow of Orange Ribbon, 1886
The Squire of Sandal Side, 1886
The Household of McNeil, 1886
The Border Shepherdess, 1887
Paul and Christina, 1887
Christopher, 1887
Master of His Fate, 1888
Remember the Alamo, 1888
Between Two Loves, 1889
Feet of Clay, 1889
The Last of McAllisters, 1889
Friend Olivia, 1889
She Loved a Sailor, 1890
Sister to Esau, 1891
The Beads of Tasmer, 1891
Love for an Hour, 1891
Rose of a Hundred Leaves, 1891
The Singer from the Sea, 1893
Bernicia, 1895
A Knight of the Nets, 1896
The King's Highway, 1897
Lone House, 1897
Maids, Wives and Bachelors, 1898
I, Thou and the Other One, 1899
The Maid of Maiden Lane, 1900
Souls of Passage, 1901
The Lion's Whelp, 1901
Master of His Fate, 1901
The Song of a Single Note, 1902
The Black Shilling, 1903
The Belle of Bowling Green, 1904
Trinity Bells, 1905
Cecilia's Lovers, 1905
The Heart of Jessy Laurie, 1907
The Strawberry Handkerchief, 1908
Hands of Compulsion, 1909
The House on Cherry Street, 1909
The Reconstructed Marriage, 1910
Sheila Vedder, 1911
A Maid of Old New York, 1911
APPENDIX III
BOOKS PUBLISHED BY OTHER PUBLISHERS
Romances and Realities, FORD HOWARD & CO.
Young People of Shakespeare's Dramas, D. APPLETON & CO.
Cluny McPherson, TRACT HOUSE
Scottish Tales, TRACT HOUSE
Prisoners of Conscience, CENTURY COMPANY
The Hallam Succession, METHODIST BOOK CONCERN
Lost Silver of Briffault, METHODIST BOOK CONCERN
Flower of Gala Water, ROBERT BONNER'S SONS
Femmetia, ROBERT BONNER'S SONS
Three Volumes of Short Stories, ROBERT BONNER'S SONS
The Mate of the Easter Bell, ROBERT BONNER'S SONS
Reaping the Whirlwind, JAMES CLARK, LONDON
The Preacher's Daughter, JAMES CLARK, LONDON
Thyra Varrick, TAYLOR & COMPANY
Was it Right to Forgive?, STONE, CHICAGO
The Man Between, LOVELL
Winter Evening Tales. Two Volumes, _Christian Herald_
Micheal and Theodora, BRADLEY AND WOODWARD
Eunice Leslie, STEPHEN TYNG
This list includes none of the short stories written every week for
Robert Bonner's _Ledger_; none written very constantly in the early
years of my work for the _Christian Union_, the _Illustrated Christian
Weekly_, _Harper's Weekly_, _Harper's Bazaar_, _Frank Leslie's
Magazine_, the _Advance_ and various other papers. Nor yet does it
include any of the English papers or syndicates for which I wrote; nor
yet the poem written every week for fifteen years for the _Ledger_;
nor the poems written very frequently for the _Christian Union_, the
_Independent_, the _Advance_, daily papers, and so forth. Nor can I
even pretend to remember the very numerous essays, and social and
domestic papers which were almost constantly contributed; I have
forgotten the very names of this vast collection of work and I never
kept any record of it. Indeed, only some chance copy has escaped the
oblivion to which I gave up the rest. They kept money in my purse;
that was all I asked of them. I do not even possess a full set of the
sixty novels I have written. I may have twenty or thirty, not more
certainly.
From among the hundreds of poems I have written during forty years I
have saved enough to make a small volume which some day I may publish.
But I never considered myself a poetess in any true sense of the word.
"The vision and faculty divine" was not mine; but I had the most
extraordinary command of the English language and I could easily
versify a good thought, and tune it to the Common Chord--the C Major
of this life. Women sang my songs about their houses, and men at their
daily work and some of them went all around the world in the
newspapers. "The Tree God Plants, No Wind Can Hurt," I got in a Bombay
paper; and "Get the Spindle and Distaff Ready, and God Will Send the
Flax," came back to me in a little Australian weekly. And for fifteen
years I made an income of a thousand dollars, or more, every year from
them. So, if they were not poetry they evidently "_got there!_" From
among the few saved I will print half a dozen. They will show what
"the people" liked, and called poetry.
I must here notice, that I used two pen names as well as my own. I
never could have sold all the work I did under one name. But to my
editors, the secret was an open one; and until the necessity for it
was long past, not one of them ever named the subterfuge to me. That
was a very delicate kindness and it pleases me to acknowledge it. Some
of my very best work was done under fictitious names. Truly I got no
credit for it, but I got the money, and the money meant all kinds of
happiness.
APPENDIX IV
POEMS
THE OLD PIANO
How still and dusky is the long closed room!
What lingering shadows and what sweet perfume
Of Eastern treasures; sandal-wood and scent,
With nard and cassia, and with roses blent:
Let in the sunshine.
Quaint cabinets are here, boxes and fans,
And hoarded letters full of hopes and plans:
I pass them by--I come once more to see
The old piano, dear to memory;
In past days mine.
Of all sad voices from forgotten years,
It is the saddest. See what tender tears
Drop on the yellow keys! as soft and slow
I play some melody of long ago.
How strange it seems!
The thin, weak notes that once were rich and strong
Give only now, the shadow of a song;
The dying echo of the fuller strain,
That I shall never, never hear again:
Unless in dreams.
What hands have touched it! fingers small and white,
Since cold and weary with life's toil and strife
Dear clinging hands, that long have been at rest
Folded serenely on a quiet breast.
Only to think
O white sad notes, of all the pleasant days,
The happy songs, the hymns of holy praise,
The dreams of love and youth, that round you cling!
Do they not make each sighing, trembling string
A mighty link?
All its musicians gone beyond recall!
The beautiful, the loved, where are they all?
Each told their secret, touched the keys and wires
To thoughts of many colors and desires,
With whispering fingers:
All now are silent, their last farewells said,
Their last songs sung, their last tears sadly shed;
Yet Love has given it many dreams to keep
In this lone room, where only shadows creep,
And silence lingers.
The old piano answers to my call,
And from my fingers lets the last notes fall.
O Soul that I have loved! With heavenly birth
Wilt thou not keep the memory of earth,
Its smiles and sighs,
Shall wood, and metal, and white ivory,
Answer the touch of love and melody,
And Thou forget? Dear One, not so!
I move thee yet, though how I may not know,
Beyond the skies.
AT THE LAST
Now, poor tired hands, be still,
Toil-stained through Death's white hue;
No need now for your skill,
No further task to do.
Folded across the breast,
Take calmest rest:
Dead hands no work shall soil--
'Tis living hands that toil.
Now, weary eyes, go sleep;
You shall see no more wrong,
Nor anxious watches keep
For Love that tarries long;
Shall shed no more sad tears
Through all the years.
Fold down your lids and sleep--
'Tis living eyes that weep.
Poor beating heart, now rest;
Sorrow or pain no more
Shall make thee sore distrest;
Thy restless care is o'er.
Go still sweet session keep
Of blissful sleep,
And no more throb and ache--
'Tis living hearts that break.
HELP
My hands have often been weary hands,
Too tired to do their daily task;
And just to fold them forevermore
Has seemed the boon that was best to ask.
My feet have often been weary feet,
Too tired to walk another day;
And I've thought, "To sit and calmly wait
Is better far than the onward way."
My eyes with tears have been so dim
That I have said, "I can not mark
The work I do or the way I take,
For every where it is dark--so dark!"
But, oh, thank God! There never has come
That hour that makes the bravest quail:
No matter how weary my feet and hands,
God never has suffered my _heart_ to fail.
So the folded hands take up their work,
And the weary feet pursue their way;
And all is clear when the good heart cries,
"Be brave!--to-morrow's another day."
YELLOW JASMINE
Do angels come as flowers, O golden stars!
That I can hold within my small white palm?
Or were you dropped from o'er the crystal bars,
Filled with the perfume of celestial psalms?
Why did you come? For fear I should forget?
Nay, but sweet flowers, you would not judge me so.
Are there not memories between us set,
No later love, no future days can know?
Cool bosky woodlands that were jasmine bowers,
With misty haze of bluebells up the glade
Then, had I met an angel pulling flowers,
I had not been astonished or afraid.
Beautiful children, innocent and bright,
O Golden Jasmine! for Love kissing you
I see them yet, with hair like braided light,
And eyes like purple pansies, wet with dew.
Could I have known, could I have but foreseen
How near the pearly gates their feet had won,
How had I clasped those hands my hands between--
Those tiny hands, whose little work is done.
Calm graves, lapped in sweet grasses, cool and deep,
Where soft winds sing and whisper through all hours:
O starry flowers, for me Love's vigil keep,
With scent and shadow and sweet-dropping flowers.
MY LITTLE BROWN PIPE
I have a little comforter
I carry in my pocket;
It is not any woman's face
Set in a golden locket;
It is not any kind of purse,
It is not book or letter,
But yet at times, I really think,
That it is something better.
Oh! my pipe! My little brown pipe!
How oft at morning early,
When vexed with thoughts of coming toil
And just a little surly,
I sit with thee till things get clear,
And all my plans grow steady,
And I can face the strife of life
With all my senses ready.
No matter if my temper stands
At stormy, fair, or clearing,
My pipe has not for any mood
A word of angry sneering.
I always find it just the same
In care, or joy, or sorrow,
And what it is to-day, I know
It's sure to be to-morrow.
It helps me through the stress of life,
It balances my losses;
It adds a charm to household joys,
And lightens household crosses.
For through its wreathing, misty veil
Joy has a softer splendor,
And life grows sweetly possible,
And love more truly tender.
Oh! I have many richer joys!
I do not underrate them,
And every man knows what I mean,
I do not need to state them.
But this I say: I'd rather miss
A deal of what's called pleasure,
Than lose my little comforter,
My little smoky treasure!
THE FARMER
The king may rule o'er land and sea,
The lord may live right royally,
The soldier ride in pomp and pride,
The sailor roam o'er ocean wide;
But this or that, whate'er befall,
The farmer he must feed them all.
The writer thinks, the poet sings,
The craftsmen fashion wondrous things,
The doctor heals, the lawyer pleads,
The miner follows the precious leads;
But this or that, whate'er befall,
The farmer he must feed them all.
The merchant he may buy and sell,
The teacher do his duty well;
But men may toil through busy days,
Or men may stroll through pleasant ways;
From king to beggar, whate'er befall,
The farmer he must feed them all.
The farmer's trade is one of worth;
He's partner with the sky and earth,
He's partner with the sun and rain,
And no man loses for his gain;
And men may rise, or men may fall,
But the farmer he must feed them all.
God bless the man who sows the wheat,
Who finds us milk and fruit and meat;
May his purse be heavy, his heart be light,
His cattle and corn and all go right;
God bless the seeds his hands let fall,
For the farmer he must feed us all.
COMRADES
There's a blacksmith works not far away,
He is brawny and strong and tall;
He's at his forge when the shadows lift,
And he's there till the shadows fall.
Just when I leave the land of dreams,
I can hear his hammer bang,
As he beats the red hot iron bar,
With a cling, clang, clang; cling, clang.
His smithy is dirty and dark enough,
And he is dirty and glum;
When a man is beating iron bars,
What can he be but dumb?
And there you may find him hard at work
If the weather be hot or cold;
He says, "There's some satisfaction, Ma'am,
In beating iron to gold."
Now, I am a mite of womankind,
I am neither tall nor strong;
I can only read, and dream, and think,
And put my thought into song.
But I smile at the mighty giant
Beating his iron so bold;
And think of a slender little pen
Turning my thought into gold.
I sit in my room so bright and warm,
And my tiny tool I lift,
"The battle is not unto the strong,
Nor the race unto the swift."
But the hammer shall never cease to beat,
And the song shall never fail,
Be busy, O pen! And blacksmith brave,
Beat rivet, and shoe, and nail.
The world has need of us both I trow:
The giant so strong and tall
And the woman who only has a thought
They are comrades after all.
So, brother, be busy, I would hear
Thy hammering all day long;
The world is glad for the anvil's ring,
And glad for the Singer's song.
APPENDIX V
LETTERS
The following letters are a few taken from a great number as evidence
of the faithfulness with which my work has been done, but more
especially interesting as showing the marked individuality of the
different writers. It is in the latter respect I offer them to a
public already well acquainted with most of their names and work.
NEW HAVEN, December 24, 1889.
MRS. AMELIA E. BARR,
Dear Madam:
Many thanks for your kind note. My criticisms of "Friend Olivia"
addressed themselves only to minute points of historical accuracy, and
I fear that some of them may have seemed to you, what the Germans call
_spitz-findig_. This you will pardon, however, when you consider that
my duty was to pick all the small holes that I could. As regards
historical accuracy in a larger and far more important sense, I think
that you have succeeded admirably in catching the atmosphere of
feeling of the period, and especially the spirit of the Friends. It
must be hard to think back into a past century in this way.
In any case, I am sure that you have made a very charming story, and
one which I shall re-read with much greater pleasure, when I no longer
have to read it pencil in hand, in search of microscopic slips in the
chronology, etc.
Very respectfully,
HENRY S. BEERS.
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KELP ROCK,
NEW CASTLE, N.H.,
Oct. 14th, 1887.
MY DEAR MRS. BARR:
Mrs. Stedman has written our appreciation of your charming remembrance
of us, but I must have a word of my own. My wife said to me, that
"she loved you at first sight," but she was too Saxon to write this to
you, and being Saxon, it was a most unusual thing for her to feel, or
say. As for me, I have not forgotten the evening you made so pleasant
for us, in which your instant suggestions for my Christmas poem,
explained to me the rapid and ceaseless inventiveness, displayed in
your succession of books. Another one is out, as I see by the papers,
so I have another pleasure in store. You might not soon see a review
of your "Border Shepherdess" which came out in Wednesday's _Boston
Advertiser_; so I enclose it to you. Competitive criticism usually
stings somebody; in this case, your neighbor Mr. Roe suffers; and he
really seems one of the most unselfish and agreeable members of our
Authors' Club in N.Y. I presume you have seen the other notice from
the _Tribune_, whose literary editors are justly proud of your tales.
Of course, I shall see you in town this winter.
Very sincerely yours,
E. C. STEDMAN.
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MONTCLAIR, N.J.,
Oct. 2, 1896.
A beautiful story, dear Mrs. Barr, is "Prisoners of Conscience." I
have just finished it, and am moved to say "thank you." Noble
characters, rich in human and divine love, yet frozen into poverty of
life, by that awful logic with which saintly fools shut out the
sunlight of God's heart, and shut in men's souls to despair.
It is a sad tale but made well worth your strong, fine telling of it,
by the illumination of David's life, when God's truth has set him
free. Such a tale is worth unnumbered barrels of sermons, and whole
libraries of theologic disputation.
What a wide range you are getting! It is a far cry from the dainty
romance of "The Bow of Orange Ribbon" to "Prisoners of Conscience,"
but all fresh, unhackneyed, in fields of your own finding out. I have
not read all your books, but I never read one, without vowing to get
at the others. They are instinct with life, one feels them true,
however distant and unfamiliar the scene, however strange the types of
characters. And they are so full of joyous sympathy with youth and
love and brightness, so tender and understanding of trouble and grief,
and stress of soul, so large and noble in the interpretation of
spiritual aspiration, that they must be twice blessed--to us your
readers, and to you the bountiful giver.
Well pardon this little outburst! Since the early _Christian Union_
days I have always felt a peculiar interest and pleasure in your
growing success, and have regretted that circumstances should have
carried me into lines of work, that did not give me the pleasure of an
association with it, which I should have so greatly enjoyed. But your
well built ships have been skillfully piloted, and I wish you ever
fair seas, and many a happy voyage.
Sincerely your friend,
J. R. HOWARD.
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CHRISTIAN HERALD
91 to 102 Bible House
May 6, 1897.
MRS. AMELIA E. BARR,
CORNWALL-ON-HUDSON, N.Y.
DEAR MRS. BARR:
From present prospects we will have five or six vessels sailing for
India laden with corn, and I still think it would be a grand thing if
you could see your way clear to join us on our India expedition; and
be among those, who at Calcutta, will represent Christian America, and
transfer this enormous contribution into the hands of those who will
gladly and honestly administer it; so that it may do the greatest good
to the greatest number, but I presume the heat deters you from going.
A three days' journey through the Suez Canal and Red Sea, is not one
of the most delightful excursions, but what there is beyond, will more
than compensate for the discomforts endured. Should you change your
mind do please let me know at once, that I may arrange for your trip.
With kindest regards, and best wishes, I am
Very cordially yours,
L. KLOPSCH.
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PRINCETON, N.J.
Nov. 11, '09.
MY DEAR MRS BARR:
I can not tell you how touched I was in receiving just now your new
book with its tender dedication.[9] I shall have to confess it brought
the moisture to my eyes, and I really appreciate it all so deeply.
Now come to us, and let us both show you how much we think of you. I
know that Alice can be happy here for a little while at least, and you
would make us very happy; you describe those forty years beautifully,
let us celebrate the anniversary.
It is needless to say that I shall read the volume with pleasure. I
always do enjoy your stories, and they are about the only stories I
ever read.
Give our love to Alice, and believe us both to be your loving and
admiring friends.
Yours very truly,
WILLIAM LIBBEY.
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INGLESIDE,
NEWBURYPORT, MASS.
March 14, 1890.
MY DEAR FRIEND, AMELIA E. BARR:
I cannot approach thee with the formality of a stranger, for my
enjoyment of thy "Friend Olivia" has been such, that I have many times
almost had pen in hand to express my thanks, and now that my cousin,
John G. Whittier, has kindly allowed me to read thy letter of 9th
inst., and I find that our past generations were akin in the Quaker
faith, I hesitate no longer to give thee a cordial heart greeting.
While following thy charming story from month to month in the pages of
the _Century Magazine_, we have admired what seemed to us a true
portrayal of the Christian spirit in which Friends met their various
trials, amid the stormy times of the 17th century. Thy early
associations at Ulverstone, Swarthmore and Kendal, so rich as that
region must be in Quaker tradition, were doubtless as thou remarkest
of great service in preparing thee for this work, and I rejoice that
George Fox and his coadjutors have thus been so nobly and beautifully
defended.
Hoping thou may sometime visit New England, and give thy many friends
here opportunity to thank thee in person, for the pleasure thou hast
given them, I am
Gratefully thine,
GERTRUDE W. CORTLAND.
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POINT LOMA,
Nov. 29, 1911.
MY DEAR MRS BARR:
I am most honored and pleased to receive your kind letter in which you
give me an inside view as to certain resemblances between the
historic character Peter Stuyvesant, and his modern replica--Theodore.
I am reading the book with unusual interest, because of your thought
in this particular. The story ought, and no doubt will have a wide
reading, especially from New Yorkers, who hark back to the olden days
when the metropolis had its beginning. More welcome to me, however,
than is the story, is the token your letter furnishes, that I still
remain in your kindly remembrance.
It is a pleasure to think of you so strong, and vital in mind, in the
full ripeness of your years.
When you come into my thought, our friends Mr. and Mrs. Klopsch come
in your company, and the pleasant evening hours spent with you in
their home, delightfully repeat themselves. Should we come to New York
again, I shall spare no effort to see you. Mrs. Gage desires much to
meet you, and it would be a joy to entertain you, if we could, in our
California home.
With best wishes for you and yours, in which my wife begs to join, I
am
Your friend,
LYMAN GAGE.
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THE CHASE NATIONAL BANK
_A. Barton Hepburn, President._
June 23, 1910.
MRS. AMELIA E. BARR,
CORNWALL-ON-HUDSON,
N.Y.
MY DEAR MADAME:
They say all "Scotch" is better for being diluted. That indicates one
claim to goodness which I possess, but the answer to the question you
submit can better be supplied, I am sure, by an "undiluted"
Scotchman.
I am therefore sending your letter to the Secretary of our Society,
Mr. William M. MacLean, with the request that he furnish data to
enable me to reply, or reply direct. You will hear further presently.
Trusting he may be able to discover the information you desire, I am
Very truly yours,
A. B. HEPBURN, _President, St. Andrew's Society_.
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A. BARTON HEPBURN
Eighty-three Cedar Street,
New York
November 23, 1912.
MRS. AMELIA E. BARR,
CORNWALL-ON-HUDSON,
N.Y.
MY DEAR MRS BARR:
I received from your publishers yesterday, "A Maid of Old New York,"
and shall employ my first leisure in reading the same.
I thank you very much for your courtesy and also for your letter. I
shall note the reincarnation of Peter Stuyvesant with interest. I
always enjoyed the three Dutch Governors--Wouter Van Twiller was
rather a favorite of mine. I remember Washington Irving's description
of him as a man who conceived his ideas upon such a magnificent scale,
that he did not have room in his mind to turn them over, and
therefore, saw but one side of a question.
Again thanking you,
Very truly yours,
A. B. HEPBURN.
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DEAR MRS. BARR:
It hardly seems to me possible that I have let a month go by without
writing to thank you for your kind thought in sending me yourself a
copy of "The Lion's Whelp." Mr. Cleveland has been ill most of that
time, and that accounts for many of my shortcomings. I want to thank
you now, and to tell you, how much pleasure the reading of the book
gave Mr. Cleveland while he was still in bed. I have not had time to
read it yet myself, but I have the pleasure of possession, direct from
your hand--and the other pleasure of reading still in store.
With many thanks and all good wishes for the New Year and Christmas
time,
Very sincerely,
FRANCES F. CLEVELAND.
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13, Dec., 1901.
WESTLAND, PRINCETON.
MY DEAR MRS BARR:
Even in this time of great sorrow, I can not forbear to thank you for
your book--"Prisoners of Conscience." I have wandered in the Shetland
and Orkneys, and crossed the Pentland Firth, and know the bleakness of
the islands, and the wildness of the seas that moan around them. I
have journeyed too through the desolate creed of Calvinism, and fought
with its despairs in my soul, standing by many a death bed, and beside
many an open grave, until God gave me victory over the cruel logics of
men, that belied His loving heart. Years ago, as you know, freedom
came to my soul through the truth as it is in Jesus, and I have been
trying to preach it ever since. I am grateful to you, for the power,
the depth of feeling, the intense earnestness, with which you have
told this truth in your noble story--God and Little Children--you know
my creed. And I will preach it in the Presbyterian church as long as I
am permitted, because that church needs it most. And now it comes to
me with a new meaning, for my own dear little Bernard is with God in
His Heaven, which is full of happy children.
Faithfully yours,
HENRY VAN DYKE.
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220 MADISON AVENUE,
July 28, '97.
MY DEAR MRS BARR:
Jewett brought the book--the novel and I read every word with
pleasure, in spite of the grief and sorrow, the pain and anguish that
came to the hearts of the brave and good. Every thing in the book is
consistent, harmonious. The religion of the people, the cruel creed,
the poor and stingy soil--the bleak skies, the sad and stormy sea, the
wailing winds, the narrow lives and the poverty, the fierce hatred and
the unchanging loves of the fanatic fisher folk, are all the natural
parents, and the natural children. They belong together. You have
painted these sad pictures with great skill. You have given the
extremes, from the old woman who like the God of Calvin lived only for
revenge, to the dear widow who refused to marry again, fearing that
her babes might be fuel for hell. The story is terribly sad and
frightfully true. But it is true to Nature--Nature that produces and
destroys without intention, and without regret--Nature, the mother and
murderer of us all.
You have written a great book, and you are a great woman, and with all
my heart I wish you long life, and all the happiness your heart can
hold.
Yours always,
R. G. INGERSOLL.
* * * * *
The recent death of Robert Barr will give interest to the following
letter:
HILLHEAD,
WOLDINGHAM,
SURREY,
Aug. 10, 1901.
DEAR MRS. BARR:
I was very glad indeed to receive a letter from you. I hope you are
all well on your hilltop. I have not been in America since I saw you
at Atlantic City. I intended to go this summer, but I am off tomorrow
to Switzerland instead. I spent all last winter on the Island of Capri
in the Bay of Naples.
Your remark about loving your neighbors, but keeping up the fence
between, is awfully good, quite the best thing I've heard in a year.
Our neighbors on the side next you are Scotch people, who own a tea
plantation in India, and we like them very much, but there is a fine
thick English hawthorn hedge between. My ten acres of Surrey is hedged
all round, except the front which faces the ancient Pilgrim's Way, and
there I have built a park fence of oak, which is said to last as long
as a brick wall. It is six feet high, and can neither be seen through,
nor jumped over.
Mary L. Bisland has been staying in Norfolk. She was in London last
week, and I invited her out here, but her married sister, and her
sister's husband were with her, and she couldn't come. She is coming
in October. I met her on the street quite unexpectedly last Wednesday.
London is so large, that it always seems strange to me that anybody
ever meets anybody one knows. Mary was certainly looking extremely
well, but she says her nerves are wrong. She suffers from too much New
York apparently.
Your books are the most popular in the land. I see them everywhere.
There was a struggle in this neighborhood for your autograph, when it
got abroad that I had a letter from you. I refused to give up this
letter, but the envelope was reft from me by a charming young lady,
daughter of a Scotch doctor of London, whose country residence is out
here.
I hope you are well, and that all your daughters are well, more
especially the young lady I met at Atlantic City. I trust she has not
forgotten me.
Yours most sincerely,
ROBERT BARR.
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THE CONGREGATIONAL HOME MISSIONARY SOCIETY
Bible House, Astor Place, New York.
May 13th, 1897.
DEAR MRS. BARR:
What shall I say of your book? That I read it through in one night,
which proves my interest--that I have read parts of it--the last three
chapters--more than once, and that I envy the hand that can strike
such a blow at the cruelest caricature of God, the Father, ever
invented by man, the child.
Thank you for many happy hours. Please go right on, smashing idols,
letting light into superstitions, and emancipating consciences until
the Millennium; which will dawn about the time when you have finished
the job.
Sincerely yours,
JOSEPH B. CLARK.
Oh, let me say the style was a feast of Saxon to one who loves the
language of the people, as I do.
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THE CENTURY
7 West Forty-Third Street.
MY DEAR MRS BARR:
I should have written long since to thank you for your "Bernicia," but
the month of April was a very busy one, and the composition and
delivering of a very long course of lectures at Yale University, left
no time for correspondence, however attractive. But the journeys to
and from New Haven, made a pleasant opportunity to follow in
imagination the pictures of your charming heroine, and I found much
delight in your fresh and simple story, told with the same skill,
which appears in all your work. I am greatly obliged to you for giving
me this pleasure.
Believe me, dear Mrs. Barr,
Very cordially yours,
HENRY VAN DYKE.
May 19, 1896.
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CORNELL UNIVERSITY
DEPARTMENT OF AMERICAN HISTORY
ITHACA, N.Y.
MY DEAR MRS. BARR:
I am delighted to have from your own hand your new novel "Bernicia,"
and am sure that I shall greatly enjoy it myself, and take pleasure in
suggesting to others the same source of enjoyment.
How well do I remember you, as I used to meet you at the Astor Library
more than twenty years ago; and your steady and triumphant march
toward literary success since then, it has been a real delight to
witness. With sincere congratulations,
Yours faithfully,
MOSES COIT TYLER.
26, Oct., 1895.
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THE INDEPENDENT
114 Nassau Street,
_New York_.
Aug. 12, 1892.
MY DEAR MRS. BARR:
I return to you by mail "The Beads of Tasmer" which I have read
through with great interest; in fact nearly all before I reached New
York, after my delightful visit at your home. It is a capital story.
After my return I called on my Newark neighbor, Reverend Dr. Waters, a
Scotchman, and I found that he knew the book well, and said it was a
good Scotch, and he has read nearly all your stories with great
pleasure.
I had a delightful time in your pleasant home. Give my love to the two
daughters, and perhaps I ought to say especially, to the one who
enjoyed my story of the man who died, and went to Hell, but got out of
it again. But you are all in Heaven.
Ever sincerely yours,
WILLIAM HAYES WARD.
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CRESCENT HILL,
SPRINGFIELD, MASSACHUSETTS,
Nov. 13, 1909.
MY DEAR MRS. BARR:
I saw your friendly expressions of me in your letter to the G. & C.
Merriam Co. And I was pleased to receive the _Bookman_ with the
excellent portrait of you. Be sure that I cordially reciprocate your
sentiments of regard. Your always welcome visits to the _Christian
Union_ office are fresh in my memory so that I well remember the
thorough, patient, workmanlike beginnings of your literary career.
Then before long you found your wings, and began that course of
admirable imaginative fiction, in which you have had so long and
enviable success. It is a great thing to have carried entertainment,
stimulus, hope to thousands upon thousands, as you have done.
I am sure that in the essential things, life has dealt kindly by you,
or I should perhaps say rather, that you and life have met in the
right way; but I hope in the externals and incidentals your path has
been pleasant to the feet.
With kind remembrances and best wishes,
Yours sincerely,
GEORGE MERRIAM.
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THE MARBLE COLLEGIATE CHURCH
5th Avenue and 29th Street
November 26, 1901.
MY DEAR MRS. BARR:
I have been prevented by sickness in my family from getting at "The
Lion's Whelp" until now, and I am in the middle of things. I love a
good book, and I love Cromwell, so I am twice blessed in your gift.
Everything you do with your pen is well done. I wish all writers were
like you.
With thanks and sincere regards,
I am yours,
DAVID J. T. BURRELL.
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AVALON, PRINCETON, NEW JERSEY.
MY DEAR MRS. BARR:
Thank you for your very kind and cordial letter, and for the gift of
"The Lion's Whelp"; which I shall read with great pleasure. We have
already put something about Cromwell's Time into the Historic Scenes.
I was anxious to get a bit about Dutch New York, and for this reason
am particularly glad at the prospect of having a scene from "The Bow
of Orange Ribbon." I read "Jan Vedder's Wife" over again last summer,
and enjoyed it more than ever. It is straight, strong work.
Faithfully yours,
HENRY VAN DYKE.
Oct. 30, 1901.
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CORNELL UNIVERSITY, ITHACA, NEW YORK.
MY DEAR MRS. BARR:
I greatly enjoyed your lovely letter of about a month ago, and
likewise even the winsome book of your story of Shetland; for as to
the latter, the pleasure of reading, will have to remain among the
joys of the next summer vacation. You see it is term time, and I am
usually driven by its tasks as well as by some outside affairs just
now.
You are right about our Professor Wheeler; he has a very attractive
personality, and the charm of brilliant gifts and attainments. Nor do
I wonder at the impression you formed of President White, although it
might be modified by better acquaintance. His bodily strength is not
exuberant, he holds himself in reserve; he is also a little deaf, and
he does not come out so easily as does Wheeler. After so many years,
there is a risk in asking about dear ones, but I well remember your
two daughters, and should be glad to hear their history.
Sincerely,
M. COIT TYLER.
1, May, 1897.
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MRS. AMELIA E. BARR.
DEAR MADAM:
Pardon this intrusion from one who has just finished reading with
intense enjoyment "A Maid of Old New York" and who has been
fascinated with its deeper meanings--its words of wisdom, written
between the printed lines. On reading to my wife your post word, we
both felt that you surely intended us to recognize, as you have,
Colonel Theodore Roosevelt as the present name of the courageous and
dominating soul, known to the day of which you write, as Peter
Stuyvesant. I cannot think we are mistaken in this. We were also
keenly interested in a sketch which appeared recently in the
Hearst papers, of an autobiography shortly to appear from your
pen, giving your beliefs and knowledge as to reincarnation and
spiritualistic phenomena. We are very desirous of reading this
crowning synopsis of your life's rich experience and unfoldment,
and will be very grateful if we may know when it is off the press and
from what publisher to obtain it.
Let me close by thanking you personally and heartily for the pleasure
and the profit this book has brought to my wife and myself.
Very sincerely yours,
CHARLES STACEY DUNNING.
_The Los Angeles Evening Express_,
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA.
July 14th, 1912.
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540 WASHINGTON AVENUE,
BROOKLYN, N.Y.
MY DEAR MRS. BARR:
Perhaps you do not recall me, as I was but a mite in your busy life,
and among so many friends and strangers--Mrs. Terry. I used to call
upon you at the Fifth Avenue Hotel, and you perhaps remember my
daughter and son-in-law, Colonel Allen, whom you met at Fort Monroe.
You surely remember you were made an honorary member of the Officer's
Club at the Fort; the _only woman ever so honored_. I have just
finished reading your latest--"Sheila Vedder," having long ago read
"Jan Vedder's Wife."
With much love for you, and your stories,
Your admirer,
FRANCES A. M. TERRY.
June eleventh, 1911.
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DEVORE, CALIFORNIA,
June 26th, 1912.
MY DEAR LADY:
Because I must, I am taking this liberty of writing you; and because I
am a woman of sixty, I am not stopping to choose words, nor to
apologize.
I have been reading of some strange supernatural experiences of yours.
I, too, have been favored in that way, also with the gift of
prophecy--involuntarily exercised.
The story of the terrific impact of the great hand on the wooden
shutter in your home in Galveston, was almost exactly paralleled in my
experience.
If your acquaintance with other people has brought you in contact with
many who have similar stories to tell, of course you will not be
especially interested in mine, but judging from my own life-long
investigations, these manifestations are comparatively rare.
Last year before an aviation meet fifty miles away in which a
considerable number of entries were made, I announced the name of one
who was to fall to his death. I had never seen him, heard no more of
him than of any one of the others, but knew he was to die. I even
wrote his mother of whom I knew nothing whatever, begging her not to
consent to his flight. And at the moment of his fall to death, I fell
with him, and told all the particulars to my family, long before the
news came over the wire--but I am not trying to convince any
one--against his will.
Yours,
EMMA J. C. DAVIS.
FOOTNOTES
[1] Kendal wig, a very fine tea cake raised with yeast. It is baked
and allowed to cool, then cut apart, toasted and buttered.
[2] Judging Chartists by their own words we should not now think they
merited exile, hard labor, and life imprisonment. I do not
suppose I ever understood their claims, but I have looked up
their record and I find they were fighting for five not very
wicked points: first, universal suffrage, excluding women, which
was the great mistake of Chartism; second, the division of
England into equal electoral districts; third, votes by ballot;
fourth, annual Parliaments and no property qualifications for
members; fifth, payments to every member for his legislative
services. For advocating these demands, I saw in 1843, at
Liverpool Railway Station, a long row of these Chartists chained
together on their way to a convict ship which was to carry them
to Botany Bay, or Norfolk Island.
[3] A Serape Saltillero, is an exceedingly fine blanket in which is
interwoven gold or silver threads. It is so soft and fine that
it can be carried in the coat pocket. It has an aperture in the
centre which goes over the head. Made only in Saltillero,
Mexico.
[4] An English gentleman who lost his reason on spiritual matters. He
lived alone, no one knew just how; but he always came to us for
Christmas breakfast.
[5] Blue Williams, Confederate paper money.
[6] Beowulf, A.D. 600.
[7] Mr. Cochran's opinion has been overwhelmingly refuted by the vast
number of Women's Clubs scattered all over the civilized and
semi-civilized world; and more especially so by the suffragist
movement of the present day. In this effort for their
enfranchisement, the cultured woman and the ignorant woman, the
nobly born, and the lowly born, the wealthy woman, clothed in
purple, and the poor girl in her clean cotton waist, stand
shoulder to shoulder, and plan and work together. Neither are
they indifferent to their weak sisters, or afraid of their
strong ones. The very clubs for helping the weak, the sick, the
poor, and the ignorant, are numberless. Tired mothers are
succored by them, deficient and neglected children are their
care. The strong ones are demanding clean cities, and healthy
food, and are looking after defiled waterways, and the savagely
abused forests of the country. Indeed if Mr. Cochran could
revisit earth at this day the thing that would amaze him more
than all other changes would be the condition of women--their
work, their aims, their already vast success, embodying as it
does the sure fulfilment of the promise that she should "bruise
the serpent's head" which will be done when woman has put down
drunkenness, and cleansed the Augean stables of civil government
of its vile methods of bribery, graft, and injustice.
[8] It is worth noting that the Manx, a very primitive religious
people, restore to a wife as soon as she dies her maiden name.
Death instantly absolves her from her thraldom to her husband.
She regains her individuality, and with it her birth name, which
is put both upon her coffin and her tombstone. It is likely that
this custom has its source in the words of Christ--Luke, 20:27,
Mark, 12:13, and Matthew, 22:23.
[9] To William Libbey, Senior, My First Friend in New York. Mr.
Libbey, Senior, was then dead, but _he knew_.
INDEX
Abbott, Dr. Lyman, 334, 354, 388
Aberdeen, 247
Aberdeen, Earl of, 445
Adams, Charles Francis, 456
Adams, Oscar Fay, 418
_Advance_, the, 375, 378, 383, 394, 420, 441, 490
Alabama, secession of, 225
Albert, Prince, of England, 99, 100
Alexander, Dr., 210, 236, 237
Alexander, Jenny, 236, 237, 253
Allan, Lieutenant, of Fort Monroe, 447, 511
Allington, 261, 262
Ambleside, 43
American Missionary Society, 359
Amsterdam, 392
_Andover Review_, the, 418
Anne, Queen of England, 43, 360, 398
Anthony, Susan B., 340
Appleton, D., and Company, 311, 313, 365, 380, 490
_Appleton's Magazine_, 341
"April Wedding, An," 369
Arcadians, the, 422-424
_Ariadne_, the, 298, 300, 302
Armenian Christian question, the, article on, 440
Arminianism, 101-102
Arran, the Isle of, 341
Arter, Mr., 433
Astor, Mrs., 339
Astor Library, the, 313, 315-318, 336-338, 344, 348, 364,
375, 379, 390, 391, 398, 417, 430, 432, 434,
442, 508
"At the Last," 493
_Atlantic_, the, 126, 128, 142, 146, 148
Atlantic City, 402, 452, 457
_Aurania_, the, 425
Austin, 267, 294-297, 319, 346, 377
life 179-259
occupation of, by the Union forces, 251-253
desolation in, 260-263
_Austin Gazette_, the, 248
Australia, 121, 123
Authors' Club, the, 443, 500
Bacheller, Irving, 424, 434, 435, 437
Bacheller Syndicate, the, 423, 432, 442, 444
Bacon, Dr., of the U.S. Sixth Cavalry, 244
Baildon Church, 264
Baildon Green, 13-18
Baildon Green Feast, 16-18
Ballistier, Mr., 430
Balwearie, the Tower of, 398
Barr, Alexander Gregg,
birth of, 242
death of, 280
Barr, Alice, birth of, 219
Barr, Amelia,
birth of, 1-5
early impressions of, 5-10, 18-19
in Shipley, 13-24
in Penrith, 22-46
at Miss Pearson's school, 26-28, 38, 44
in Ripon, 47-54
at the Misses Johnston's school, 49
on the Isle of Man, 55-59
in Whitehaven, 59-64
at Miss Flinder's school, 63
in Norfolk, 69-80
in Glasgow, 91-137
marriage of, 104
first trip of, to America, 143-148
in Chicago, 151-165
in Memphis, 169-171
in New Orleans, 175-177
in Austin, 179-259
illness of, with yellow fever, 279-283
in Galveston, 263-299
beginning of life of, in New York, 302
in Ridgewood, as teacher, 305-314
first literary work of, 311
in Rutherford Park, 345-354
in Denver, 354
removal of, to Cornwall, 388
in East Orange, N.J., 427-428
purchases Cherry Croft, 428
the works of, 488-498
Barr, Andrew, birth and death of, 285
Barr, Archibald,
birth of, 253
death of, 257
Barr, Calvin,
birth of, 215
death of, 281
Barr, Edith,
birth of, 155
death of, 156
Barr, Eliza (Lilly),
birth of, 122
marriage of, to Edward A. Munro, 433
Barr, Ethel,
birth of, 229
death of, 233
Barr, Mrs. John, 116-119, 383, 412
Barr, Reverend John, 305
Barr, Dr. Martin, 437
Barr, Mary,
birth of, 119
marriage of, 375
Barr, Robert, novelist, 452, 506
Barr, Robert,
meeting of, with Amelia Huddleston, 100
bankruptcy of, 120
death of, 282
Barr, Thomas, of Tennessee, 348
Barrie, James M., 441
Bascom, Ohio, 392
Bastrop, 184, 195, 202, 261
Beadles, Mollie, of Austin, 240
"Beads of Tasmar, The," 402, 403, 488, 508
"Beating the Bounds," 364
Beauregard, General, 237
Beauregard, Mr., lecture of, on occultism, 443
Beecher, Reverend Charles, 475
Beecher, Dr. Edward, 475
Beecher, Henry Ward, 111, 303, 304, 311, 313, 342, 345,
350, 475
Beers, Henry S., 499
"Beggars of the Sea, The," 394
"Belle of Bowling Green, The," 458, 488
Belle Haven, 434
Benares, 124
Bentley, William, 195, 196, 197, 199, 200, 201, 202
Bermingham, Dr., 426
Berners, Miss, 67, 74-78, 81-87, 92
"Bernicia," 410, 432, 488, 507, 508
"Best I Can, The," 364
"Between Two Loves," 393, 488
Beverly in Yorkshire, 45
Birmingham, 35
Birth of Mrs. Barr, 1, 5
"Birthday, A," 369
"Black Shilling, The," 457, 458, 488
Blackies, the, 116
John, 108, 122
Marion, 108
Walter, 108
Blackpool, Philip, 66, 78
Blackwell, Mr., of Austin, 258
_Blackwood's Magazine_, 234
Blair, Abner, 247
Blair, Andrew, 124
Bloom, Isaac, of Galveston, 337
"Blue and Gray Together," 364
"Blue Williams," 244
Boers, the, 449, 452
Bok, Edward, 431, 432, 434, 445
Bonner's Sons, Robert, 368, 375, 376, 378, 379, 386, 388,
389, 405, 426, 431, 490
_Book News_, the, 418, 420
_Bookman_, the, 461, 508
Books, author's, list of, 488-498
Booth, General William, 4, 370-373
"Border Shepherdess, The," 403, 405, 488, 500
Boroughbridge, 429
Boston, 146-148, 175, 176, 344
_Boston Advertiser_, the, 500
_Bothenia_, the, 425
Boughton, 35
"Bow of Orange Ribbon, The," 363, 391, 393-396, 408, 437,
439, 449, 455
dinner at the Lawyers' Club, 424
dinner given by Mrs. Dodd, 460, 488, 500, 509
Bowery Mission, The, 442
Boyd, the Reverend Mr., of Chicago, 444
Bradford, in Yorkshire, 11, 20, 103, 374, 415, 416, 417
_Bradford Observer_, the, 417
Bradley and Woodward, 490
"Bread upon the Waters," 392
Bremont, Countess de, 448
Bristol, 35
Brodie, Isabel, 108, 116
Brooks, Phillips, 475
Brougham, Lord, 46
Brown, Professor Francis, 475
Brown, Dr. Joseph, 309, 310, 331
Brown, Scotch, of Galveston, 276, 285, 291
Brudenel, Dr., of London, 466
Buckley, Hon. C. W., 213
Buffalo, 147, 149
Buffalo Bayou, the, 180-181, 300, 422
Bunce, Mr., 311
Bundalloch, 402
Burnet, Dr., of Galveston, 293
Burntisland, 398
Burrell, David J. T., of the Marble Collegiate Church, 440, 509
Butterfield, General, 151
Byles, Mrs., of Bradford, 417
Cairo, 159, 164, 166
Calcutta, 124, 216
Caldwell, Miss, of Louisiana, 422
Calvinism, 51, 101, 102, 384, 403, 423, 428, 429, 505
Campbell, Captain, of the _Circassia_, 414
Campbeltown, 107, 127
Canada, 125, 147, 148, 150, 422, 424
Carlisle, 90
Carlton, Mrs., 253
Castletown on the Isle of Man, 2, 56, 439
Catholic Kintail, 402
"Cato's Song," 368
"Cecilia's Lovers," 458, 489
Central America, 390
Century Company, the, 420, 440, 444, 490
_Century Magazine_, the, 420, 431, 502, 507
Chamberlain, Dr., 416, 462
Charles II, King of England, 4
Charleston, 359, 361
Charms, discussion of, 330
Charter House, 71
Chartism, 40-42, 372
Cherry Croft, 352, 412, 413, 428, 430, 431, 433, 441,
442, 443, 448, 450, 452, 455, 457
"Cherry Ripe," 405
Chesterfield, Lord, 395
Chesterton, 377
Cheviot Hills, 420
Chicago, 147, 148, 170, 176, 198, 204, 302, 319, 355
home of author in, 151-165
_Chicago Times Herald_, the, 444
"Children of Shakespeare's Dramas," 365, 380
Christ Church tarts, 13
_Christian at Work_, the, 372
_Christian Herald_, the, 435, 436, 438, 490, 501
Christian Science, 451
_Christian Union_, the, 314, 328, 333, 336, 342, 345, 354,
375, 377-380, 391, 397, 405, 432, 440, 490, 500,
508
_Christian World_, the, 393, 396, 420
"Christopher," 488
_Churchman Magazine_, the, 332, 391
_Circassia_, the, 414
_City of Rome_, the, 417, 474
Clark, Mr., of the London _Christian World_, 393, 396, 397, 398,
408, 418, 423
Clark, James, of London, 490
Clark, Joseph B., of the Congregational Home Missionary Society, 507
Clarke, Edward, of Texas, 226, 227, 229
Clarke, James Freeman, 475
Clarke, Thomas E., of Minneapolis, 438
Claverick, 405
Clemens, Samuel (Mark Twain), 458
Cleveland, Frances F. (Mrs. Grover), 420, 421, 504
Cleveland, Grover, 440, 445, 504
"Cluny MacPherson," 368, 369, 370, 380, 490
Cochran, Mr., 338-341, 344
Coleridge, 46
Collis, General, 432
Columbus, evacuation of, 237
Colville, David, 104, 126, 127, 309-310
Colville, Jessy, 126, 127, 342, 412
"Comrades," 497
Conant, S. S., 338, 341, 385-387
Confederacy, the, 218, 222, 225, 226
last days of, 249-251
Congregational Club, the, 445
Conway, Moncure, 432
Cooper, Peter, funeral of, 369
Corinth, 228
Cornwall-on-Hudson, 25, 366, 388, 398, 417, 428, 433,
434, 443, 446, 452, 458, 460, 461, 463
Cortland, Gertrude W., 502
Crabtree, Martha, 13
Cromwell, Oliver, 26, 222, 398, 409, 452, 453, 457, 509
Cronjes, 452
Cross Keys, the, 72
Crystal Palace, the, 149, 425
Cumberland, 333, 360, 412
Curtis, Mr. and Mrs., of Boston, 146-147, 176
Dakota, 438
Dana, Charles A., 443
"Daughter of Fife, A," 97, 392, 488
Davis, Emma J. C., 512
Davis, Jefferson, 225, 249
De Gama, Professor, 437
Delhi, 124
_Delineator_, the, 453
Denver, 356
_Devonia_, the, 365, 366, 388, 474
Dickerman, Dr. Lysander, 434
Dilke, 416
"Discontented Women," 433, 436
Divorce, article on, 423, 457
Dodd, Edward, 437
Dodd, Frank, 380, 381, 397, 434, 436, 441, 443, 449,
453, 458, 460, 461, 464
Dodd, Mead and Company, 301, 378, 379, 383, 388, 390, 392,
395-397, 402, 413, 420, 444, 447, 449, 464
books of the author published by, 488-489
Dodge, Mrs., 333, 407, 430, 431, 449
Dodge, William E., 332
Dominican Church, the, 335, 336, 384
Douglas, 55
Downham Market in Norfolk, 68, 72-74, 77, 78
Dreams, 98-99, 124, 128, 130, 220, 274, 360, 365, 375,
378, 386, 401-402, 452, 456
Druids, the, 18, 45, 46, 271
Duddon, the Valley of, 6, 473
Dunkirk, 35
Dunning, Charles Stacey, 511
Durham, George, 208, 213, 219, 229, 239-241, 244, 246,
248, 249
Durham, Mrs. George, 206, 237, 241
Dwyer, Charles, 453
East Orange, N.J., 3, 427, 428
Ecclefechan, 90
Eden Hall, 44
Edinburgh, 97, 109, 193, 307, 374, 398, 399
Edward, the Confessor, 3, 454
Edward III, King of England, 26
Elgin, Betty, of Austin, 240, 248
Elwyn College, 437, 438
Emancipation of 1833 in England, 42
Emancipation Proclamation, 251, 264
"Epiphany in the West Riding, The," 314
Erkmann-Chatrian, 475
Errani, 336
Estabrook, Dr., 291
"Eunice Leslie," 334, 490
"Evangeline," 423, 424
Everglades, the, 374
Fackler, Calvin, 165, 169, 171, 172, 215
"Farmer, The," 496
Farrar, Dr., 82-85, 95, 97, 107
_Fashion_, 436
"Feet of Clay," 413, 417, 418, 488
"Femmentia's Experience," 429, 490
Fenwick, Lord, 360
Fife, 392
Fife, Lydey, letter from, 392
Fifth Avenue Hotel, 441, 442, 445, 446, 451, 459, 511
"Fishers of Fife, The," 376
Five Points Mission, 331, 332, 339
Fleuhrer, Dr., 376, 379, 385, 388
Flinders, Penelope, school of, 63
"Flirting Wives," 431
Florida, 225, 375, 382, 408, 417, 457
"Flower of Gala Water, The," 431, 490
Ford, Howard and Hulbert, 344, 345, 490
Fort Donelson, 236
"Fortune Teller, The," 364
"Four Champions of Justification by Faith," 441
Fox, Mr., of Manchester, 309, 311
Fox, George, 417
Free Kirk, founding of the, 107
Freelander, Max, 341
French Revolution, 40
Freund, J. C., 408, 410
"Friend Olivia," 410, 417, 418, 420-422, 423, 488, 499,
502
Frissel, Dr., 446
Frohman, Charles, 408, 441, 443, 437, 439
"From Greenland's Icy Mountains," 17
Froude, 51
Furness Abbey, 384
Gage, Lyman, 461, 462, 503
Gaines, Professor, 434
Galveston, 175-178, 200, 257, 261, 262, 319, 325, 409
life of the Barrs in, 263-300
Garden City, 463
General Theological Seminary, 430
Georgia, 225
Gettysburg, battle of, 228
Gilder, Richard Watson, 414, 420, 421
Gillette, Mrs., 237
"Girls of a Feather," 431
Glasgow, 36, 88, 89, 91, 103, 104, 106, 198, 200,
247, 270, 285, 297, 298, 305, 319, 328, 332,
333, 339, 341-343, 370, 371, 374, 414
Glasgow Normal School, author's attendance at, 88-102
_Globe_, the, 458
Gloucester, the Duke of, 25
Glover's Theatre in Glasgow, 109
_Godey's Magazine_, 431
"Going to Church Together," 379
Goldschmidt, Mrs., 432, 433
Goliad, 409
_Good Words Magazine_, 414
Goodrich, Lucy, 236
Goose Dubs, 93
Grammaticus, Galfridus, story of, 73
Grand Central Station, 386
_Great Harry_, the, 2, 439
Great North Sea, 453
Green, Mrs., 253
Green, Mrs. Tom, of Austin, 206
Greenock, 127
Greenwich, 434
Greenwood, Grace, 344
Greenwood, Jonathan, 13-17 20, 22
Gregg, Bishop, 237, 244
Gregg, Mary, 240
Grey, Peter, 155, 160-162, 165
Grey and Ripon, Earl of, 47, 48
Greyfriar's Kirk, 109
Habberton, John, 389
Halifax, 422
Hall, Mr., of Austin, 272-274
Hall, Reverend Father, 446
"Hallam Succession, The," 385, 393, 490
Hampton School, 446
"Hands of Compulsion, The," 461, 488
Harper Brothers, 216, 390, 394
_Harper's Bazaar_, 490
_Harper's Monthly_, 364, 368, 369, 385, 386, 435
_Harper's Weekly_, 216, 233, 338, 360, 405, 406, 490
_Harper's Young People_, 364, 374, 385
Harrisburg, 179, 180, 181, 198, 200
Harrison in "The Bohemian Girl," 114
Harrogate, 50
Harvard University, 475
Haverstraw, 439
Hawthorne, Julian, 438
Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 341
Hazeltine, Mr., 433, 438
"He That Is Washed," 375
"Headquarters," 359, 360, 362
Hearst, William R., 439, 457, 510
Hearst's Children's Republic, 439
"Heart of Jessie Laurie, The," 97, 458, 489
Heber, Bishop, 17
Helmuth, Mr. and Mrs., 436
"Help," 494
Henricks, Mrs., of Austin, 236, 258
Henry VIII, King of England, 25
Hepburn, A. Barton, 503, 504
Hepworth, Dr., 333
_Herald_, the, 312
Hill, Wash, of Austin, 208
Historical Library, the, 313, 454, 461
Hitchcock, Mr., 446
Holland, 391
Holt, Henry, 363, 390
_Home Queen_, the, 433
"House on Cherry Street, The," 461-463, 488
"Household of McNeil, The," 408, 488
"Household Thrush, The," 375
Houston, General Sam, 180, 219, 221-227, 229, 346, 408,
409, 417, 467
Houston, William R., 409-410
Howard, Mr. Jack, 345, 380, 501
Howards, the, of Castle Greystoke, 46
Huddersfield, mills at, 110, 113
Huddleston, Alethia Mona,
birth of, 57
death of, 453
Huddleston, Amelia, grandmother of the author, 2
Huddleston, Dr. Andrew, 60, 61
Huddleston, Henry,
birth of, 62
death of, 65
Huddleston, Jane, 12
Huddleston, John Henry, 2-4, 332
Huddleston, John Henry, Jr.,
birth of, 20
death of, 64
Huddleston, Captain John Henry, 2
Huddleston, Dr. John Henry, 3
Huddleston, Sir John Walter, 2
Huddleston, Thomas, Jr., 62, 64, 177
Huddleston, Captain Thomas, of Whitehaven, 61, 62
Huddleston, Thomas Henry of Dublin, 2
Huddleston, Captain Thomas Henry, 2, 439
Huddleston, William Henry, 2, 4
financial failure of, 66
illness of, 59, 64
death of, 264
Huddleston, Mrs. William Henry, death of, 217
Huddleston, William Henry, Jr.,
birth of, 37
death of, 43
Huddlestons, the, of Millom, 3, 4, 61, 360, 361, 384
genealogical history of, 481-487
Hull, 69, 70
Humber dock, 69, 70
Humphreys, John, 88, 89, 91-94, 97
Humphreys, Mrs. John, 88, 92, 93, 97, 98, 103
Humphries, Captain, 70
Hunt, Dr., 390
Hunter, Dr., 457
Hunter, Henry, 452
Hutchinson, Miss, of Penrith, 46
Hyslop, Professor, 96, 98, 102
"I, Thou and the Other One," 444, 488
"I Will Marry My Own First Love," 436
Illingworth, Mr., of Austin, 221, 242
Illingworth, Mrs., 240, 243
_Illustrated Christian Weekly_, the, 375, 379, 385, 392, 405,
490
_Independent_, the, 360, 394, 490, 508
India, 4, 124, 125, 141, 443, 444, 501
Indians, 254
Apache, 184, 222, 223
Comanche, 184, 209, 210, 222, 223
Lipan, 222, 254
Seminole, 374
Tonkaway, 222, 254
Ingersoll, Colonel Robert, 436, 443, 505
_Iowa_, the, 302
Irving, Washington, 396, 504
Isle of Man, 2, 55-59, 413, 431, 439
Jackson, General, 424
Jackson, Helen Hunt, 357
Jacobus, Professor, 440
James, Professor, 457
"Jan Vedder's Wife," 97, 301, 333, 376-380, 383, 388, 393,
397, 464, 488, 509, 511
French translation of, 413
"Janet McFarlane," 378
Jerusalem, Palestine, 470, 471
Jewett, Dr., 430, 443
Jewett, Miss, 445
Jewett, Rutger Bleecker, 430, 432, 436, 442, 443, 445,
452, 453, 455, 457, 458, 505
John, King of England, 400
John's Island, 359
"John's Wife," 364
Johnson, General, surrender of, 249
Johnson, Robert Underwood, 443
Johnson, Rossiter, 430
Johnston, John Henry, 327-329, 331
"Judith of Keyes Grif," 444
June, Jennie (Mrs. Croly), 436
Kansas City, 159, 162
Keble, 51
Kendal, 23, 25, 31, 67, 68, 78, 85, 88, 89, 97,
101, 107, 108, 109, 127, 129, 131, 134, 136,
137, 139, 193, 322, 399-402, 414, 437, 438, 502
Kendal haver cake, 400
Kendal Syndicate, the, 420
Kendal wigs, 22
Kennedy, Mr., of the _Christian Union_, 314
Kentucky, 172
Key West, 301
King, Dr. Booth, 436
King William's College in the Isle of Man, 57
"King's Highway, The," 438, 439, 488
Kipling, 433
Kirk Malew, the churchyard at, 2, 439
Kirkcaldy, 398
Kirkpatrick, Thomas, 412, 451, 452, 455
Kirkpatrick, Mrs. Thomas, death of, 450, 451
Klopsch, Dr. Louis, 435, 436, 438, 440, 443, 444, 452,
453, 458, 461, 462, 501, 503
death of, 464
Klopsch, Mrs. Louis, 441, 458, 461-464, 503
Knight, Professor William, 475
"Knight of the Nets, The," 433, 434, 436, 437, 488
Know Nothings, the, 153
Kramer, Lieutenant, of Austin, 258
Kruger, Paul, 449
La Grange, 261
"Lacordaire Dying," 378
Lancashire, 309
Larcom, Lucy, 475
"Last of the McAllisters, The," 363, 390, 393, 394, 423,
488
Lathrop, Mr. George Parsons, 433
Lawyer's Club, 424
_Ledger_, the, 364, 378, 382, 388, 389, 393, 394, 490
Lee, Mrs., of Galveston, 263, 281, 282, 285
Lee, Mrs. Harry, 455
Lee, General Robert E., 249
Leeds, 11, 14, 343
_Leisure Hour_, the, 376
Leith, 97
"Lending a Hand," 369
Leslie, Mrs. Frank, 432
_Leslie's Magazine_, 405, 444, 490
Letters, 499-511
Leyden University, 396
Libbey, William, 304-311, 389, 501
Libbey, Professor William, 306, 307, 308, 356, 440, 445,
448, 458, 502
Libbey, Mrs. William, 436, 442, 445, 448, 458
Lidstone, Mr., of Galveston, 298
Lincoln, Abraham, 223
election of, to the Presidency, 225
"Lion's Whelp, The," 409, 449, 452, 453, 488, 504, 509
_Lippincott's Magazine_, 364, 428
Litten, Dr., 210
"Little Evangel, The," 369
Liverpool, 35, 55, 69, 126-128, 138, 139, 417
Lockhart, Mrs., 445
London, 3, 35, 69, 149, 307, 343, 374, 376, 390,
393, 394, 403, 434
"Lone House, The," 432, 488
_Lone Star_, the, 176, 177, 179
Longfellow, Henry W., 422
Lonsdale, Earls of, 3, 25, 46, 47, 60
_Los Angeles Evening Express_, the, 511
"Lost I. O. U., The," 444
"Lost Silver of Briffault, The," 390, 393, 490
Louisiana, 87, 225
"Love for an Hour Is Love Forever," 429, 488
"Loved Too Late," 387
Lovell, Mr., 458, 490
"Lover That Comes in the Morning, The," 364
Lowther Castle, 45, 46
Lubbock, General, 250
Lynn Regis, 69, 72
Lyons, 307
Mabie, Mr., 375, 376
Mackay in "Rob Roy," 109
Madden, Mrs., 255
"Maid of Maiden Lane, The," 449, 488
"Maid of Old New York, A," 464, 489, 504, 510
"Maids, Wives and Bachelors," 488
"Man Between, The," 458, 490
Manchester, 35, 37, 70, 127, 140
Manx, the, 456
"Margaret Sinclair's Silent Money," 313
Marks, Mr., 354
"Master of His Fate, The," 405, 488
"Mate of the Master Bell, The," 429, 490
Matthieson, Mr., 404
Maurice, Mr., 461
McAfee, Professor, 405, 406
McClellan, General, defeat of, 240
McClure, S. S., 424, 430
McClure Syndicate, the, 423
McCulloch, Ben, 237
funeral of, 238
McCutcheon, George, 461
McGlyn, Father, 444
McIntosh, Peter, 93, 414, 415
McIntosh, Mrs. Peter, 95, 98, 106, 135
McKenna, Father, 484
McLaren, Ian, 441
McLeod, Dr. Donald, 121, 414
McNeill, William Stoddard, 454
Mead, Mr., 390, 413, 422, 428
Memphis, 159, 164-171, 197, 198, 201, 214, 215, 240,
296
Mengins, the Reverend Mr., 332, 338, 341
Mercantile Library, the, 313
Meredith, Reverend Mr., 414
Merriam, George, 315, 316, 435, 509
Methodism, 4, 5, 15-17, 35, 68, 351, 385, 414-416,
429, 444, 476
Methodist Book Concern, the, 37, 385, 390, 490
"Michael and Theodora," 407, 431, 490
Michigan University, 342
Millican, Mrs., of Austin, 241
Millom Castle, 3
Mississippi, state of, 225
Mississippi River, the, author's first trip on, 167-168
Moir, Mr., of _Blackwood's_, 234
Moody and Sankey, the evangelical movement of, 372, 441
Morcambe Bay, 400
Morgan, Captain Frank, 385, 393-394, 408, 430
Morgan, Miss Sarah, 152
Morley, Sir William, 59
Morris, Colonel, 255, 257, 447
"Mother England," poem on, 193
Mount Holyoke Alumnae, 445
Munkitterick, Mr., 388, 389
Munro, Edward A., 433, 459, 460, 463
Munroe, Kirk, 364, 374, 378, 379, 457
marriage of, to Mary Barr, 375
Musgrave of Eden Hall, 44, 46
"My Little Brown Pipe," 495
"My Pretty Canary," 369
Nammack, Dr. Charles, 459, 462
Nammack, Mrs. Charles, 462
Nantasket, 438
Nashville, 236, 237
_Natchez_, the, 171
"Neighbor at Our Gate, The," 445
New Amsterdam, 396
New Braunfels, 178, 179, 197
New Orleans, 172, 174-177, 179-180, 187-188, 200, 238
_New Orleans Picayune_, the, 248
New York,
arrival of Barrs in, 148
beginning of Mrs. Barr's life in, 302
_New York American_, the, 470
_New York Democrat_, the, 310
_New York Herald_, the, 389, 433
Newbolt, Henry, 324
Newburgh, 444
Newman, Cardinal John Henry, 51
Niagara, 147, 150
Nicoll, Robertson, 441
"No Room for Me," 364
Noemagen, Mr., 338
"Nollekins, the Sculptor," 364
Norfolk, 69-80
_North American Review_, the, 418, 420, 423, 431, 433, 457
Northern Newspaper Syndicate, the, 399
Norton, Professor, 391
"O Mollie, How I Love You," 369
Occultism, 443, 447
Oddy, Ann, 12-58
Officers' Club, the,
in Halifax, 422
at Old Point Comfort, 447, 511
O'Gorman, Pat, of Austin, 245
"Old Man's Valentine, An," 364
"Old Piano, The," 492
Old Point Comfort, 446
Olivet Chapel, 333
Orange Free State, the, 452
Orkney Isles, the, 97, 453, 505
Orr, Mrs., of Cornwall-on-Hudson, 366, 388, 395
Page, the Reverend Mr., 444
Parker, Judge, 446
Parr, Catherine, 25
Patton, President, of Princeton, 440
Paul, Mr., of London, 434, 449
"Paul and Christina," 97, 378, 379, 397, 488
Pearson, Miss, school of, 26-28, 38, 42
Peck, Dr., 446
Peck, Mrs., of "Headquarters," 359, 361
Peck, Mollie, 240
Peel, Sir Robert, 41, 42
_Penny Magazine_, the, 14
Penrith in Cumberland, life at, 22-46, 89, 193, 315, 332
Pensacola, Florida, 180
Perth, city of, 209
Pittsburgh, 445
Platt, Mr., of the _Smart Set_, 458
Platt, Mr. and Mrs. Tom, 445
Poe, Edgar Allan, 313
Poems, 492-498
Pollock, Mr., 461
Pomeroy, Brick, 310
"Poppies and Wheat," 406
Port Chester, 434
Poste des Attakapas, 423, 424
Potter, Bishop, 423, 461
"Preacher's Daughter, The," 382, 431, 490
Press Club Reception, February, 1908, 461
Preston, Ben, 416
Price, victory of, in Missouri, 237
"Price She Paid, The," 442
Princeton, 436, 440, 458
"Prisoner of Zenda, The," 437
"Prisoners of Conscience," 97, 431, 441-443, 490, 500, 504
Protestantism, 384
Pryor, Roger A., 225
_Puck_, 375
Punshon, William Morley, 59, 62, 83
Quakerism, 400, 417, 502
_Queen of the Wash_, the, 71
Queen's dock, 69, 70
Raikes, 35
Rand, Mr., of the Tract House, 369
Raymond, Mr., of Austin, 200, 201, 255
"Reaping the Whirlwind," 490
"Reconciliation, The," 369
"Reconstructed Marriage, The," 463, 464, 489
Reeves, Sims, 425
Reform Bill, 7
Rehan, Ada, in "As You Like It," 425
Reincarnation, 1, 429, 443, 448, 465, 471-477
"Remember the Alamo," 180, 222, 408, 409, 413, 453, 488
Richard III, King of England, 25
Richardson, Miss Sophia, 248
Richmond, Thomas, 52-54
Rideing, Mr., 433, 436, 445, 458
Ridgewood, N.J., life in, 305-314
Ripon in Yorkshire, 45
life at, 47-54
Roe, E. P., 456, 500
Rogers, the Reverend Mr., of Austin, 258
Romaine, 51
Roman Catholicism, 383, 384, 402
"Romance of the Salad Bowl, The," 405
"Romances and Realities," 380, 490
Roosevelt, Theodore, 465, 467, 503, 510
"Rose of a Hundred Leaves, A," 428, 488
Ross, Sir John, 70
_Royal George_, the, 62
Runnels, Governor, of Texas, 222, 223
Rushen Castle, 57
Ruston, the Reverend Mr., 349
Rutherford Park, 345, 346, 348-354
Sage, Alick, 93, 106, 343, 344
Salt, Sir Titus, 417
Saltillero, Mexico, 221
Saltus, Mr. and Mrs., 445
Salvation Army, 371-373
San Antonio, 256, 294, 296, 409
San Jacinto, 180
"Sandiland's Siller," 375
Sandside, 400
Santa Anna, 180
Sargent, Miss, 356
_Saturday Review_, the, 48
Saunders, Mr., of the Astor Library, 315, 316, 390, 391
Scarlet Rocks, 2, 439
Scot, Lawyer, of Austin, 199, 200, 201-202
Scotch Highlands, the, 376
Scotch Universities, 391
_Scotchman_, the, 200
Scott, Captain, 97
Scott, Michael, 398
Scottish Disruption, the Great, 107
"Scottish Tales," 380, 390
Secession, 223-226
Semple, Mrs., 92, 94, 97, 98, 107, 121
Semple, Willie, 94
"Seneca," 58
Sepoy Rebellion, 125, 216
"Servant in the House, The," 462
Shap Fells, 31
Shaw, Mr., of Galveston, 267, 269
"She Loved a Sailor," 424, 425, 488
Sheffield, 70
"Sheila Vedder," 97, 464, 489
Sherman, General, 409
Shetland Islands, 18, 97, 313, 505, 510
Shipley, Yorkshire, 11, 12, 13-24, 215
Shipley Glen, 416
Sickles, General, 443
Sierra Leone, 4, 332
Simcox, Mr., of Austin, 208, 245
Sinclair, James, 104
"Singer from the Sea, A," 430, 431, 488
Singleton, Mary, 456
marriage of, to William Henry Huddleston, 5
death of, 217
Singleton, Dr. Will, 23, 29-31
"Sister to Esau, A," 427, 428, 488
Slave market, in Memphis, 169
_Smart Set_, the, 458
Smith, Adam, 398
Smith, Alexander, 399
Smith, Orlando, 462, 475
Snedeker, the Reverend Mr., 444
"Song of a Single Note, A," 455, 457, 488
Sorosis Club, 436
"Souls of Passage," 488
South Carolina, 225
Southey, 46
Spiritualism, 451
"Squire of Sandalside, The," 396, 488
St. Andrews, 97, 475
St. Ann's-by-the-Sea, 2
_St. Nicholas_, 407
St. Nicholas' Church in Lynn Regis, 73, 74
St. Paul's Cathedral, 425
Starr, Major, of Austin, 258
Stedman, Mr., 403, 404
Stedman, E. C., 500
Sterne, Julius, 338
Stevenson, Dr., 375
Stewart, A. T., 304, 307
Stoddard, Mrs. Richard, 438
Stone, Dr., of Cornwall, 323, 434, 458
Stone, Messrs., of Chicago, 451, 490
Storm King Mountain, 341, 410-412, 430, 446, 449, 461
Stowe, Harriet Beecher, 111, 389
"Strawberry Handkerchief, The," 458-460, 489
"Strawberry Idyl, A," 405
Stromberg, Maria, 67, 75, 76
Stuart, Prince Charles, 94, 398, 453
Studley Royal, 48
Stuyvesant, Peter, 464, 465, 503, 504, 510
_Success_, 455
Suffrage, woman, 467, 468
Sultan, the dog, 426-427, 433
_Sunday Magazine_, the, of London, 376
Swartmoor College, 437
Swartout, Mr., 331
Swenson, Mr., of Austin, 255
Swisher, Mr., 255
Sykes, Mr., publisher of the _New York Democrat_, 310, 313, 321,
338, 345, 352
"Take Care," 369
Talmage, Dr., 372, 431
"Tap at the Door, A," 369
Taylor and Company, 452, 490
Teche Bayou, the, 424
Tennessee, 172, 237
Tennyson, 401, 468
Tenter Fell, 78
Terry, Frances A. M., 511
Texas, 95, 159, 164, 176, 180, 409
Mrs. Barr's trip through, 182-185
purchase of, by the United States, 201
state's rights controversy in, 218-219
entrance of, into the Confederacy, 226
General Houston in, 219-229
Texas Cavalry, the Sixth, 244, 254, 255, 259
Texas Company, the, 228, 229
Theosophy, 451
Theyer, 412
Thom, John, 40
Thomas, August, 408, 439, 441-443
Thomas, Edith, 430
"Three Wishes," 375
Throckmorton, Senator J. W., 213
"Thyra Varrick," 97, 453, 454, 490
Tiffany's in Union Square, 327
Tilton, Theodore, 345
"'Tis God's World After All," 364
Tourgee, Mr., of Charleston, 359
Tract House, 490
Tractarian Movement, the, 51, 82
_Tribune_, the, 500
"Trinity Bells," 449, 452, 489
Trinity Church, 148
Trinity House, 70
_Truth_, the, 470
Tupper, Martin F., 403
Turkey-in-Asia, 455
Twain, Mark, 458
Twiggs, General, 226
"Two Ships," 369
"Two Talifers, the," 405
"Two Workers," 368
Tyler, ex-President, 225
Tyler, Moses Coit, 341, 342, 421-422, 435, 440, 508, 510
Tyng, Dr. Stephen, 333, 334, 350, 352, 384, 490
Ulverston in Lancashire, 1, 5, 43, 354, 502
Unionist Party, the, 218, 223
Urner, Nat, 385
Valentine, Professor, 390
Van Duzen, Mrs., 385
Van Dyke, Dr. Henry, 424-425, 440, 449, 505, 507, 509
Van Dyne, Miss, of _Harper's_, 385
Van Siclen, Mr., 424
Van Wagenen, Mr., of Dodd, Mead and Co., 447
Vaughan, Dr., 425
Venice, 307
Victoria, Queen of England, 34, 40-43, 52, 71, 99-100, 389
Vincent, Dr., 385
Virginia, 172
Walcott, the Reverend Mr., 353
Wales, Prince of, 99, 100
Walpole, Horace, 395
War, the Civil, 228-257
Ward, Dr. William Hayes, 431, 508
"Was It Right to Forgive?" 452, 490
Wash, the, 69
Watts, 51
Waul, General, 290-295
Webster, Albert, 339-341
Wedding of author, 104
Wentworth, Long John, 457
Wesley, John, 36, 37, 216
Wesleyan Chapel, 82, 87
West Indies, the, 41
West Riding, the, 11, 16, 47, 70, 101
Westmoreland, 360, 460
"We've Always Been Provided For," 364
Wheeler, Professor, of California University, 440, 510
"When Mother and I Were Married," 364
"When to Drop the Bridle," 364
White, Andrew, Minister to Berlin, 443
Whitehaven, 59-64, 177
"Why Literary Women Do Not Marry," 431
Wilcox, Ella Wheeler, 433
Wilde, Mrs., 432
Williams, Mayor, of Galveston, 285, 290
Willis, Mr., of Galveston, 298, 303, 305
Wilson, Samuel, 14, 374
Windermere, 102, 103, 109, 136, 193, 256, 325
Winter, Dr., 463
"Winter Evening Tales," 490
Wise, Mr. John, 432
"Women's Weapons," 432
Wordsworth, 37, 45, 46, 334
_Working Church_, the, 333, 334
"Woven of Love and Glory," 413
Yellow fever, epidemic of, in Galveston, 178, 266-284
"Yellow Jasmine," 494
Yorkshire, 11, 45, 50, 343, 416
Young, Captain, of the Devonia, 366, 474, 490
_Youth's Companion_, the, 418