No­vem­ber 29, 1832, Ger­man­town, Penn­syl­van­ia.

March 6, 1888, Con­cord, Mas­sa­chu­setts. Her death was due to mer­cu­ry poi­son­ing caused by an un­suc­cess­ful treat­ment for ty­phoid fev­er.

Sleepy Hol­low Ce­me­te­ry, Con­cord, Mas­sa­chu­setts.

From Our Happy Home

From our happy home
Through the world we roam
One week in all the year,
Making winter spring
With the joy we bring
For Christmas-tide is here.

Now the eastern star
Shines from afar
To light the poorest home;
Hearts warmer grow,
Gifts freely flow,
For Christmas-tide has come.

Now gay trees rise
Before young eyes,
Abloom with tempting cheer;
Blithe voices sing,
And blithe bells ring,
For Christmas-tide is here.

Oh, happy chime,
Oh, blessed time,
That draws us all so near!
Welcome, dear day,
All creatures say,
For Christmas-tide is here.

Louisa May Alcott
A Christmas Dream, and How It Came True
Harper’s Young People

Volume IV, numbers 162 & 163
December 5 & 12, 1882

Lou­isa was the daugh­ter of Amos Bron­son Al­cott and Abi­gail May.

She is best known as the auth­or of the no­vel Lit­tle Wo­men.

  1. Little King­dom I Pos­sess, A
  2. O the Beau­ti­ful Old Story