first Harriet, 
with a not unnatural feeling of injury, said to her: "Because you have 
come and married my father, when I am big enough, I mean to go and 
marry your father;" but she afterwards learned to love her very much. 
At seven, with a remarkably retentive memory,--a thing which many of 
us spoil by trashy reading, or allowing our time and attention to be 
distracted by the trifles of every-day life,--Harriet had learned 
twenty-seven hymns and two long chapters of the Bible. She was 
exceedingly fond of reading, but there was little in a poor minister's 
library to attract a child. She found Bell's Sermons, and _Toplady on 
Predestination_. "Then," she says, "there was a side closet full of 
documents, a weltering ocean of pamphlets, in which I dug and toiled 
for hours, to be repaid by disinterring a delicious morsel of a _Don 
Quixote_, that had once been a book, but was now lying in forty or fifty 
dissecta membra, amid Calls, Appeals, Essays, Reviews, and 
Rejoinders. The turning up of such a fragment seemed like the rising of 
an enchanted island out of an ocean of mud." Finally Ivanhoe was 
obtained, and she and her brother George read it through seven times.
At twelve, we find her in the school of Mr. John P. Brace, a 
well-known teacher, where she developed great fondness for 
composition. At the exhibition at the close of the year, it was the 
custom for all the parents to come and listen to the wonderful 
productions of their children. From the list of subjects given, Harriet 
had chosen, "Can the Immortality of the Soul be proved by the Light of 
Nature?" 
"When mine was read," she says, "I noticed that father brightened and 
looked interested. 'Who wrote that composition?' he asked of Mr. Brace. 
'Your daughter, sir!' was the answer. There was no mistaking father's 
face when he was pleased, and to have interested him was past all 
juvenile triumphs." 
A new life was now to open to Harriet. Her only sister Catharine, a 
brilliant and noble girl, was engaged to Professor Fisher of Yale 
College. They were to be married on his return from a European tour, 
but alas! the Albion, on which he sailed, went to pieces on the rocks, 
and all on board, save one, perished. Her betrothed was never heard 
from. For months all hope seemed to go out of Catharine's life, and 
then, with a strong will, she took up a course of mathematical study, his 
favorite study, and Latin under her brother Edward. She was now 
twenty-three. Life was not to be along the pleasant paths she had hoped, 
but she must make it tell for the future. 
With remarkable energy, she went to Hartford, Conn., where her 
brother was teaching, and thoroughly impressed with the belief that 
God had a work for her to do for girls, she raised several thousand 
dollars and built the Hartford Female Seminary. Her brothers had 
college doors opened to them; why, she reasoned, should not women 
have equal opportunities? Society wondered of what possible use Latin 
and moral philosophy could be to girls, but they admired Miss Beecher, 
and let her do as she pleased. Students poured in, and the seminary 
soon overflowed. My own school life in that beloved institution, years 
afterward, I shall never forget. 
And now the little twelve-year-old Harriet came down from Litchfield 
to attend Catharine's school, and soon become a pupil-teacher, that the
burden of support might not fall too heavily upon the father. Other 
children had come into the Beecher home, and with a salary of eight 
hundred dollars, poverty could not be other than a constant attendant. 
Once when the family were greatly straitened for money, while Henry 
and Charles were in college, the new mother went to bed weeping, but 
the father said, "Well, the Lord always has taken care of me, and I am 
sure He always will," and was soon fast asleep. The next morning, 
Sunday, a letter was handed in at the door, containing a $100 bill, and 
no name. It was a thank-offering for the conversion of a child. 
Mr. Beecher, with all his poverty, could not help being generous. His 
wife, by close economy, had saved twenty-five dollars to buy a new 
overcoat for him. Handing him the roll of bills, he started out to 
purchase the garment, but stopped on the way to attend a missionary 
meeting. His heart warmed as he stayed, and when the contribution-box 
was passed, he put in the roll of bills for the Sandwich Islanders, and 
went home with his threadbare coat! 
Three years later, Mr. Beecher, who had now become widely known as 
a revivalist and brilliant preacher, was called to Boston, where he 
remained for six years. His six sermons    
    
		
	
	
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