CHAPTER XXVI

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.

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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