Retrospection and Introspection, by Mary Baker Eddy
Books by Mary Baker Eddy

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   In 1843 I was united to my first husband, Colonel George
Washington Glover of Charleston, South Carolina,
the ceremony taking place under the paternal roof in
   After parting with the dear home circle I went with
him to the South; but he was spared to me for only one
brief year.  He was in Wilmington, North Carolina, on
business, when the yellow-fever raged in that city, and was
suddenly attacked by this insidious disease, which in his
case proved fatal.
   My husband was a freemason, being a member in Saint
Andrew's Lodge, Number 10, and of Union Chapter, Number
3, of Royal Arch masons.  He was highly esteemed
and sincerely lamented by a large circle of friends and acquaintances,
whose kindness and sympathy helped to support
me in this terrible bereavement.  A month later I
returned to New Hampshire, where, at the end of four
months, my babe was born.
   Colonel Glover's tender devotion to his young bride
was remarked by all observers.  With his parting breath
he gave pathetic directions to his brother masons about
accompanying her on her sad journey to the North.  Here
it is but justice to record, they performed their obligations
most faithfully.

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   After returning to the paternal roof I lost all my husband's
property, except what money I had brought with
me; and remained with my parents until after my mother's
   A few months before my father's second marriage, to
Mrs. Elizabeth Patterson Duncan, sister of Lieutenant-Governor
George W. Patterson of New York, my little
son, about four years of age, was sent away from me, and
put under the care of our family nurse, who had married,
and resided in the northern part of New Hampshire.  I
had no training for self-support, and my home I regarded
as very precious.  The night before my child was taken
from me, I knelt by his side throughout the dark hours,
hoping for a vision of relief from this trial.  The following
lines are taken from my poem, "Mother's Darling,"
written after this separation: -

      Thy smile through tears, as sunshine o'er the sea,
       Awoke new beauty in the surge's roll!
      Oh, life is dead, bereft of all, with thee, -
        Star of my earthly hope, babe of my soul.

   My second marriage was very unfortunate, and from it
I was compelled to ask for a bill of divorce, which was
granted me in the city of Salem, Massachusetts.
   My dominant thought in marrying again was to get
back my child, but after our marriage his stepfather was
not willing he should have a home with me.  A plot was
consummated for keeping us apart.  The family to whose
care he was committed very soon removed to what was
then regarded as the Far West.

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   After his removal a letter was read to my little son,
informing him that his mother was dead and buried.
Without my knowledge a guardian was appointed him, and
I was then informed that my son was lost.  Every means
within my power was employed to find him, but without
success.  We never met again until he had reached the
age of thirty-four, had a wife and two children, and by a
strange providence had learned that his mother still lived,
and came to see me in Massachusetts.
   Meanwhile he had served as a volunteer throughout
the war for the Union, and at its expiration was appointed
United States Marshal of the Territory of Dakota.

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