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to a daughter of Governor Greene, of the same state.
My mother was grandniece to General Francis Marion, of Huguenot descent, known in the Revolution as the Swamp-fox of southern campaigns.
Her father was Benjamin Clarke Cutler, whose first ancestor in this country was John De Mesmekir, of Holland.
Let me here remark that an expert in chiromancy, after making a recent examination of my hand, exclaimed, ‘You inherit military blood; your hand shows it.’
My own earliest recollections are of a fine house on the Bowling Green, a region of high fashion in those days.
In the summer mornings my nurse sometimes walked abroad with me, and showed me the young girls of our neighborhood, engaged with their skipping ropes.
Our favorite resort was the Battery, where the flagstaff used in the Revolution was still to be seen.
The fort at Castle Garden had already been converted into a pleasure resort, where fireworks and ices might be enjoyed.
We were six children in all, yet Wordsworth's little maid would have reckoned us as seven, as a sister of four years had died shortly before my birth, leaving me her name and the dignity of eldest daughter.
She was always mentioned in the family as the first little Julia.
My two eldest brothers, Samuel and Henry
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