The story of my life ; or, The sunshine and shadow of seventy years / by Mary A. Livermore ... with hitherto unrecorded incidents and recollections of three years' experience as an army nurse in the great Civil War, and reminiscences of twenty-five years' experiences on the lecture platform ... to which is added six of her most popular lectures ... with portraits and one hundred and twenty engravings from designs by eminent artists ...

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THE STORY OF MY LIFE.

Oh, less go t' lan' o' Can'an,
An' he wants me now;
Whar de streets am allers gold'n,
An' he wants me now;
Whar my Lawd's a waitin' fo' me,
An' he wants me now;
Glory, glory, how I lub my Saviour!
Glory, glory, dat I do!"
Mr. and Mrs. Henderson came out on-the veranda to
welcome us back, accompanied by our nearest neighbors,
three miles distant, who were making a call of ceremony,
and waiting for me.
"One might imagine you were a company of dryads
captured in the woods by black satyrs, who were bringing
you home in triumph," said Mrs. Henderson.
"Or, to come down from mythology to prosaic fact,"
said her husband, "one might think that a nigger campmeeting had just broken up."
The concourse of servants melted quietly away as soon
as we reached the house. The children were wild with
delight; the house overflowed with their happiness, and
their vociferous praise of the day rang from room to room.
"They had never had so good a time! Spitfire had never
behaved so well! And Dick was the best boy,--he hadn't
fired his gun once!"
"Why, how was that, my boy?" inquired his father.
"What has been the matter? Was there nothing in the
way of game?"
"I hain't hunted to-day," was Dick's nonchalant reply.
"Stories is a heap better'n huntin', an' we've had stories all
day."
When the children had left us for the night, and Mr.
Henderson could speak with me alone, he inquired concerning Dick's punishment of Pete, which had been reported to