We have named our little volume Home-Life, or a Peep across the Threshold, because
it is a grouping of scenes that happen, and characters that have existence, every day
around the hearthstone. All houses wherein men have lived and died are haunted
houses. I will tell you a story about a haunted hearthstone; and, it will be no tale of
fiction. This hearthstone was haunted by another spirit – a spirit that had sinned,
suffered, and been forgiven. They had taken the child from the cold charities of a
public institution to the warm, beautiful folk who cluster around the hearthstone of
a home. A little hearthstone, brilliant with ingle-lights, first caught her vision. She
drew to the hearthstone a chair, placed slippers by the fire, hung a dressing gown to
air. Thoughts of other children and cold hearthstones gave her courage to carry on.
Soule, Caroline Augusta White. Home-Life, Or: A Peep across the Threshold. Boston: A. Tompkins and B. B. Mussey & Co., 1855. https://archive.org/details/homelifeorapeep00soulgoog/page/n11/mode/1up