Harriet Martineau's autobiography .. . roduction, a wordor two as to my descent and parentage. On occasion of theRevocation of the Edict of Nantes, in 1688, a surgeon of thename of Martineau, and a family of the name of Pierre, crossedthe Channel, and settled with other Huguenot refugees, in Eng-land. My ancestor married a young lady of the Pierre family,and settled in Norwich, where his descendants afforded a succes-sion of surgeons up to my own day. My eminent uncle, Meadows Martineau, and my eldest brother, who diedbefore the age of thirty, were the last Norwich surgeons of thenam
Harriet Martineau's autobiography .. . roduction, a wordor two as to my descent and parentage. On occasion of theRevocation of the Edict of Nantes, in 1688, a surgeon of thename of Martineau, and a family of the name of Pierre, crossedthe Channel, and settled with other Huguenot refugees, in Eng-land. My ancestor married a young lady of the Pierre family,and settled in Norwich, where his descendants afforded a succes-sion of surgeons up to my own day. My eminent uncle, Meadows Martineau, and my eldest brother, who diedbefore the age of thirty, were the last Norwich surgeons of thename. — My grandfather, who was one of the honorable series,died at the age of forty-two, of a fever caught among his poorpatients. He left a large family, of whom my father was theyoungest. When established as a Norwich manufacturer, myfather married Elizabeth Rankin, the eldest daughter of a sugar-refiner at Newcastle upon Tyne. My father and mother hadeight children, of whom I was the sixth : and I was born on the12th of June, HOUSE I¥ WHICR HARRIET J[ y\.RT IK E AU VAS BOR^. HARRIET MARTINEAUS AUTOBIOGRAPHY. FIEST PEEIOD. TO EIGHT YEARS OLD. SECTION I. My first* recollections are of some infantine impressions whichwere in abeyance for a long course of years, and then revived inan inexplicable way, — as by a flash of lightning over a far hori-zon in the night. There is no doubt of the genuineness of theremembrance, as the facts could not have been told me by anyone else. I remember standing on the threshold of a cottage,holding fast by the doorpost, and putting my foot down, in re-peated attempts to reach the ground. Having accomplished thestep, I toddled (I remember the uncertain feeling) to a tree beforethe door, and tried to clasp and get round it; but the rough barkhurt my hands. At night of the same day, in bed, I was dis-concerted by the coarse feel of the sheets, — so much less smoothand cold than those at home; and I was alarmed by the creak-ino- of the be
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