Returning from the West immediately after my graduation,I was for ten years or so a teacher of young girls in seminaries much like my own Alma Mater.The best result to me of that experience has been the friendship of my pupils,--a happiness which must last as long as life itself.
A book must end somewhere,and the natural boundary of this narrative is drawn with my leaving New England for the West.Iwas to outline the story of my youth for the young,though Ithink many a one among them might tell a story far more interesting than mine.The most beautiful lives seldom find their way into print.Perhaps the most beautiful part of any life never does.I should like to flatter myself so.
I could not stay at the West.It was never really home to me there,and my sojourn of six or seven years on the prairies only deepened my love and longing for the dear old State of Massachusetts.I came back in the summer of 1852,and the unwritten remainder of my sketch is chiefly that of a teacher's and writer's experience;regarding which latter I will add,for the gratification of those who have desired them,a few personal particulars.
While a student and teacher at the West I was still writing,and much that I wrote was published.A poem printed in "Sartain's Magazine,"sent there at the suggestion of the editor of the "Lowell Offering"was the first for which I received remuneration--five dollars.Several poems written for the manuscript school journal at Monticello Seminary are in the "Household"collection of my verses,among them those entitled "Eureka,""Hand in Hand with Angels,"and "Psyche at School."These,and various others written soon after,were printed in the "National Era,"in return for which a copy of the paper was sent me.Nothing further was asked or expected.
The little song "Hannah Binding Shoes"--written immediately after my return from the West,--was a study from life--though not from any one life--in my native town.It was brought into notice in a peculiar way,--by my being accused of stealing it,by the editor of the magazine to which I had sent it with a request for the usual remuneration,if accepted.Accidentally or otherwise,this editor lost my note and signature,and then denounced me by name in a newspaper as a "literary thiefess;"having printed the verses with a nom de plume in his magazine without my knowledge.