THE autumn of 1850 brought an event freighted with deep significance to me. My mother died.

THE autumn of 1850 brought an event freighted with deep significance to me. My mother died.

Of private differences personal to himself, my brother had none.

The first American ancestor of our name was a younger son of these old Devonshire people, and came to the Virginia colony in the reign of Charles the First.

In the year 1857, passing through Washington on our return from the annual visit to Philadelphia, I had the distinguished honor of visiting a President for the first time.

My mother was a Northern woman, daughter of Hon. John Sergeant, a distinguished lawyer, and for many years representative in Congress from Philadelphia.

As early as the autumn of 1862, I was made very happy by being sent to school.