Mary Emma Jocelyn diary, 1851-1852.

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  • Born in New Haven, Connecticut to antebellum abolistionist, clergyman, and engraver Simeon Smith Jocelyn (1799-1879) and Harriet Starr (d. 1877). The Jocelyn family moved to Williamsburg, Brooklyn in 1844 where Simeon Smith Jocelyn was installed as the pastor of the First Congregational Church. Mary Emma was the fifth of eight children born to the Jocelyns. Her siblings are Harriette Luceannah (1823-), Simeon Starr (1825-), Albert Higley (1827-), Caroline Eliza (1830-1868), Nathaniel (1835-1852), Cornelius Buell (1838-1864), and Frederick Henry (1841-).
  • This volume contains the diary of Mary Emma Jocelyn spanning ten months from November 1851 to September 1852. The first entry in the diary was recorded on Thanksgiving Day, November 27, 1851. At the top of the page is written "Journal continued." Jocelyn made daily entries in her diary and recorded her life with her family and friends while living in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, New York. A brief note on the weather begins each entry. Jocelyn described her daily activities including sewing, reading, seeing family and friends, and distributing tracts. She attended church on Sundays chiefly at her father's church, the First Congregational Church, and singing class with her sisters Carrie (Caroline) and Harriet. She was often visiting or receiving friends including Mary Reeve and Hannah Hudson among others. Jocelyn attended lectures and events at the Lyceum in Brooklyn. She also visited her sister in Brooklyn and mentions ferrying over. The Jocelyn family and the Hudson family appeared to be close friends and the Jocelyn siblings spent much time with brothers George and Henry and their sister Hannah. Jocelyn wrote often of Henry Hudson and worried about his crisis of faith. Major events in the family are described throughout the ten-month period, including the joyous wedding of her sister Harriet to Douglas Murphy on June 30, 1852 and the death of her brother Nathaniel (Natty) in August 1852. Thirty pages in the diary were dedicated to Natty's illness and death. This lengthy entry is dated September 27, 1852 and describes the family's anguish and grief over Natty's passing. Other notable entries include her father Simeon's travels, her lengthy description of a dream, helping a young Irish immigrant, her interest in an essay by Edgar Allen Poe, and the celebration of the founding of Williamsburg in January 1852. The diary is in chronological order from November 27, 1851 through April 1, 1852. After April 1 the diary is arranged as follows: July 8 to August 8, 1852; 23 pages dated September 27, 1852; April 29 to June 8, 1852; April 3 to April 28, 1852; June 9 to July 5, 1852. Bound in at the end are seven pages continuing the September 27th entry. Laid in the volume is a printed flier for an exhibition and sale at Montague Hall, Brooklyn for "articles offered for sale at the Anti Slavery Fair" November 30, 1851 with notes on the verso by Mary Emma Jocelyn.

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    Sunday February 29th There were two large fires during the night. I saw both of them. The fire was quite near us, and lighted up the clouded sky, and the snow-robed earth with a roseatic and resplendent glow. I was much amused to see some throwing snow balls into the flames, which rose brighter and higher, as if in scorn of these petty efforts. The soft, cloggy snow made it difficult for the firemen to drag their engines, yet they were soon on the job, and at last through their untiring efforts the struggling reluctant flames were compelled to desist their destructive work. As this last triumphant shout of the crowd proclaimed the victory over the devouring element, and the wearied firemen turned noisly homeward, I closed my window and retired. Towards morning Harriet called me to see another, and a much larger one in a distant part of the city. It was a very beautiful sight but I was too sleepy to gaze at it long. Morning dawned brightly, but it was cold, and the ground fozen. I attended church all day, and Sunday school in the afternoon. Father preached in the morning his text was 11 Peter 2;9. - Henry H was at church in the afternoon for the first time since his return. - Did not go out in the evening and retired. early. Monday. Cloudy and cold. At home, employed as usual. Elisabeth Culbert called in the afternoon. Ellen Dickinson also called in the morning to invite Carrie and I to attend the Ladies Annual Commencment of Columbia College but as Carrie was not well we declined.

    [sideways on the page] admirer. I think and can hardly fail to read his Personal Philosophy. Also wrote in my journal.

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    [sideways on the page] Mrs. Hagget called on Mother. E. Culbert called.

    Tuesday. Rained in the morning but was very pleasant in the afternoon. Mary Willet called. Mr. Peek from Rochester took tea with us, and staid over night. In the evening Natty and I attended a very interesting meeting of the Williamsburgh Dispensary at the Dutch Refomed Church. Wednesday. Very pleasant. Carrie spent the day in Brooklyn. I was not very well or I should have accompanied her. Went out shopping in the morning. Early in the afternoon Mrs. Kilgour brought Annie to our house in her carriage. Annie has been spending a couple of days with them and Maggie is also with them at present. Annie looked well and cheerful and has come to stay with us till tomorrow. -- Henry Hudson called. Starr and Mr. Murphy came over at tea time. Thursday. Cloudy and cold. Starr left soon after breakfast. I commenced working a work-basket for Harriet. The day passed very pleasantly, our little Annie being in very good spirits and more than usually talkative. She left us about 4 P.M. Before dark it commenced snowing quite hard. H. H. made an engagement yesterday, to accompany me to Lyceum tonight but the storm kept us both at home. Leigh Dickinson spent the eveing with Carrie. --H. Stearns called P.

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    Friday. March 5th Bright overhead, but the walking was very bad. In the afternoon Carrie and I made a lon call on Kate Hudson. Found Helen Stearns at our hourse on our return. Prayer meeting at our house in the eveing. Mr. Murphy came over in the afternoon. He conducted the meeting. Saturday [there is a note placed in the center of the page obscuring much text] [the note reads] Samuel married a friend of grandma's, Mary -- and prospered in the coffee business. He and his wife were happily married. [unobscured text above note] Mary Reeve [note obscures all but an occasional word on either side of note, until. . . ] unearthly did it sound that I was overpowered and burying my face in my handkerchidf I wep. Soon it ceased and I looked up; the scene was changed: before me opened a large parlor in a distant corner of which reclining upon a sofa lay my own dear Sophy, that gentle one who

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    [this is a clear copy of the page mentioned earlier - with the note about the marriage] Friday. March 5th Bright overhead, but the walking was very bad. In the afternoon Carrie and I made a lon call on Kate Hudson. Found Helen Stearns at our hourse on our return. Prayer meeting at our house in the eveing. Mr. Murphy came over in the afternoon. He conducted the meeting. Saturday. Very pleasant. Was not very well. Mary Reeve called in the afternoon. She returned from teh country on Wednesday. It was a happy meeting on both sides, and indeed I was glad to see her again for I have missed her very much. Sunday March 7th. Last night I had a very singular dream which made a deep impression on my mind, perhaps the more so as it is very seldom that I dream at all or can remember a dream after awaking. But of this one I have as clear and distinct a recollection as if were a reality. -- I was at church and the choir were singing most sweetly. It was a strange church; I had never been there before and though the place was full I saw there no familiar faces; but I thought of nothing, but that enchanting music, -- so sweet, so unearthly did it sound that I was overpowered and burying my face in my handkerchief I wept. Soon it ceased and I looked up; the scene was changed: before me opened a large parlo in a distant corner of which reclining upon a sofa lay my own dear Sophy, that gentle one who

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