It is    I begin to e tory of my life. I    itious ation in lifting t gs about my c. task of ing an autobiograp one. ry to classify my earliest impressions, I find t fad fancy look alike across t link t . ts tasy. A feand out vividly from t years of my life; but "t." Besides, many of t ts of vital importan my early education ten i of great discoveries. In order, t to be tedious I sry to present in a series of sketc seem to me to be t iing and important.

        I uscumbia, a little tohern Alabama.

        tive of Szerland, ors    teace a book on t of tion--rat is true t t ors, and no slave w had a king among his.

        My grandfat;entered" large tracts of land in Alabama and finally settled told t once a year    from tuscumbia to Po purcation, and my auo s of trips.

        My Grandmoter of one of Lafayettes aides, Alexander Moore, and granddaugs E. Lee.

        My fatain in te Army, and my mote Adams, s, for many years. t, Massacts, and moved to ,    on tt, ts as Edt and Dr. Edt er to Mempennessee.

        I lived, up to time of t deprived me of my siginy ing of a large square room and a small one, in . It is a    in to build a small ead as an ao be used on occasion. Suc after t to live in it. It ely covered    looked like an arbour. ttle porc e    of humming-birds and bees.

        tead, tle rose-bo ;Ivy Green" because trees and fences iful Engliss old-fashe paradise of my childhood.

        Even in teaco feel along tiff boxs and lilies. too, after a fit of temper, I    to find fort and to    fa t joy it o lose myself in t garden of floo o spot, until, ing suddenly upon a beautiful vine, I reized it by its leaves and blossoms, and kne umble-dorailing clematis, drooping jessamine, and some rare s flowers called

        butterfly lilies, because tals resemble butterflies    t of all. Never -satisfying roses as to oons from our ported by a so soft, so pure, I could not    resemble the asphodels of Gods garden.

        ttle life. I came, I sa baby in t of discussion as to a name for me. t baby in t to be ligic about t. My fated tor ake any furt in t as    I ser t. But i of carryio c turally, si    it o call me after my grandmother, and he gave her name as helen Adams.

        I am told t ion.

        Everyt I saed upon imitating. At six mont "how dye,”

        and one day I attracted every otention by saying "tea, tea, tea" quite plainly. Even after my illness I remembered one of t ;er," and I tio make some sound for t er all ot. I ceased making t;he word.

        tell me I    take of tub and racted by t danced in t on t ran too take me up in her arms.

        t last long. One brief spring, musical    and roses, oumn of gold and crimson sped by as at t of an eager, deligo t acute gestion of tomacor t I could not live. Early one m,    me as suddenly and mysteriously as it    rejoig in t m, but no one, not even tor, kne I should never see or hear again.

        I fancy I still ions of t illness. I especially remember tenderness ried to soot and pain, and t er a tossing urned my eyes, so dry and , to t,    more dim eac, except for ting memories, if, i all seems very unreal, like a nig used to t surrounded me and fot t it , until seaco set my spirit free. But during t een mont glimpses of broad, green fields, a luminous sky, trees and flo . If    the day has shown.”
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