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Varina Davis, Jefferson Davis: Ex-President of the Confederate States of America, A Memoir by his Wife, Volume 1 6 0 Browse Search
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y. One of the sons moved to Caerphilly, Glamorganshire, Wales, where he was seated until he moved to Delaware about 1690, and became a large planter there. One of his daughters married Colonel John Read, the signer. Richard, the father of William B. Howell, was a practising lawyer in Mount Holly, N. J., before the Revolution, and his only brother, Lewis, was a surgeon. Richard Howell married Keziah Burr, a member of the Society of Friends, and upon the breaking out of the war of the Revoler, were appointed, with ten other young ladies of high social position, to scatter flowers in General Washington's path at the Trenton bridge, and Governor Howell wrote the poetic welcome which was recited upon his arrival. My father, William Burr Howell, was the fourth son of Governor Richard Howell and Keziah Burr. When quite young he was appointed an officer in the Marine Corps, and served with distinction under Commodore Decatur in the war of 1812, in the engagements on the lakes. Th
Chapter 18: marriage, 1845. My father, W. B. Howell, lived in a large old-fashioned house called The briers, on a bluff A high clay hill that rises above the river level is so called on the Mississippi. near Natchez, Miss. The ground sloped on each side, on the west to a dry bayou about one hundred feet or more deep, the sides of which were covered with pines, oaks, and magnolia trees. On the west there were deep caving bayous, washed in the yellow clay by the drainage to the river bank, about one-eighth of a mile from us. Mr. Joseph E. Davis came to see the family when I was sixteen, and urged my mother to let me go to him for a visit. After much insistance the request was accorded; but as I was reading hard then to finish my course of English and Latin classics, it was not until the next year that the visit was made. In those days the only mode of communication was by boat, or by going to Vicksburg and driving thirty-six miles back down stream. Therefore, under t