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Early Recollections.

My earliest recollection of this unusual personality remains as an immense impression of fear. I connected with a Powerful Being who loomed occasionally on my horizon, the inevitable catastrophe which occurred whenever I was forced into its volcanio presence. I, the child, was pushed within the very gates of the enemy, and left to find my way as best I could in the inhospitable surroundings. The nursery was certainly the safest retreat; but I never became attached to my nurses, and my mother would tell how, after years of devotion, when Helen finally left, I never shed a tear. Perhaps Helen was ineffectual as a disperser of childish fears, or these were too absorbing to leave room for sentiments.

Every now and then from the quiet of neglect I would be pulled forth by my mother, dressed up in red like a monkey, and, holding the hand of my blonde keeper, be walked up and down for a long time without stopping. These walks w3ere evidently some sort of social gatherings. The exercise proved too strenuous for my tiny legs, however, and I remember sitting down on the ground once, and crying. This spoiled some desired effect, for I was hastily dragged home, [[crossed-out]] smaoked [[/crossed-out]], and sent to bed.

And again, oh, so long ago, I remember walking up one morning still bonneted and clad in my red clothes... And where wsa my nurse then?

Another recollection is that of a tragedy which took place at my grandfather's house in Philadelphia. I was sleeping with my cousin who had fetohed me to keep her company. In the night we were awakened by terrible screams, and amidst great confusion I was taken back to the nursery. 

That night, while we slept, another cousin, Mamie, who was mad, threw herself out of a top storey window and was killed on the pavement.