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Historical romance written in 1888. Remember the Alamo is the story of the fictional family of Robert Worth--at the time of the Texas revolution. By that time, Worth, a native of New York, had served as a well-known and respected physician in the town of San Antonio for more than a quarter of a century. Soon after he first arrived in Texas, Worth had married San Antonio native Maria Flores, and together they raised a family of two sons and two daughters. The turmoil in Texas during the period leading up to the revolution is epitomized in the Worth family. As a result of their multicultural marriage, the issues of whether Texas should be governed by Mexico or by Anglo-American influences became the fundamental topic that threatened to divide the family. On a much broader scale, these same issues threatened the unity of the people of Texas.

The Alamo is not only an American icon, but important historically in the development of the American Southwest. With defenders from many states and several countries, it stands for all time as a testament to the courage of men who are willing to stand up against tyranny. In this book, which was first published in the 19th century, Amelia Barr weaves a gripping semi-historical novelization of the events surrounding the Alamo during the Texas Revolution. It offers insight into the Spanish and Mexican heritage of Texas and the motivations of the Anglo colonists who were determined to make Texas their new home. Alacrity Press is proud to make this work of classic Texas fiction, Remember the Alamo by Amelia E. Barr available once more to young readers.

CHAPTER I. THE CITY IN THE WILDERNESS. "What, are you stepping westward?" "Yea." Yet who would stop or fear to advance, Though home or shelter there was none, With such a sky to lead him on!" —WORDSWORTH. "Ah! cool night wind, tremulous stars, Ah! glimmering water, Fitful earth murmur, Dreaming woods!" —ARNOLD.In A. D. sixteen hundred and ninety-two, a few Franciscan monks began to build a city. The site chosen was a lovely wilderness hundreds of miles away from civilization on every side, and surrounded by savage and warlike tribes. But the spot was as beautiful as the garden of God. It was shielded by picturesque mountains, watered by two rivers, carpeted with flowers innumerable, shaded by noble trees joyful with the notes of a multitude of singing birds. To breathe the balmy atmosphere was to be conscious of some rarer and finer life, and the beauty of the sunny skies—marvellous at dawn and eve with tints of saffron and amethyst and opal—was like a dream of heaven.One of the rivers was fed by a hundred springs situated in the midst of charming bowers. The monks called it the San Antonio; and on its banks they built three noble Missions. The shining white stone of the neighborhood rose in graceful domes and spires above the green trees. Sculptures, basso-relievos, and lines of gorgeous coloring adorned the exteriors. Within, were splendid altars and the appealing charms of incense, fine vestures and fine music; while from the belfreys, bells sweet and resonant called to the savages, who paused spell-bound and half-afraid to listen.

Readers, young and old, can truly capture a sense of their heritage through these great books written by the Founding Fathers, legendary heroes and world renowned American writers.The romantic historical drama of the battle for Texas as viewed through the eyes of a San Antonio doctor and his bicultural family, divided in their beliefs yet united in their love for each other. The American settlers are determined to establish the territory as one of the United States... but at what price freedom?Amelia Edith Huddleston (1831-1919) was a British/American novelist. She wrote for religious periodicals and published a series of semi-historical tales and novels. Remember the Alamo is an historical romance written in 1888, Remember the Alamo reflects the attitudes and writing style of it's day and offers an interesting look at the Spanish and Mexican heritage of San Antonio.

Amelia Edith Huddleston Barr (March 29, 1831 – March 10, 1919) was a British novelist She was born on March 29, 1831 in Ulverston, Lancashire, England as Amelia Edith Huddleston to Reverend William Huddleston. In 1850 she married William Barr, and four years later they migrated to the United States and settled in Galveston, Texas where her husband and three of their six children died a sad death from yellow fever in 1867. With her three remaining daughters, Mrs. Barr moved to Ridgewood, New Jersey in 1868. She came there to tutor the three sons of a prominent citizen, William Libby, and opened a school in a small house. This structure still stands at the southwest corner of Van Dien and Linwood Avenues. Amelia Barr did not like Ridgewood and did not remain there for very long. She left shortly after selling a story to a magazine. In 1869, she moved to New York City where she began to write for religious periodicals and to publish a series of semi-historical tales and novels.

Amelia Edith Huddleston Barr (March 29, 1831 – March 10, 1919) was a British novelistShe was born on March 29, 1831 in Ulverston, Lancashire, England as Amelia Edith Huddleston to Reverend William Huddleston.In 1850 she married William Barr, and four years later they migrated to the United States and settled in Galveston, Texas where her husband and three of their six children died a sad death from yellow fever in 1867.With her three remaining daughters, Mrs. Barr moved to Ridgewood, New Jersey in 1868. She came there to tutor the three sons of a prominent citizen, William Libby, and opened a school in a small house. This structure still stands at the southwest corner of Van Dien and Linwood Avenues. Amelia Barr did not like Ridgewood and did not remain there for very long. She left shortly after selling a story to a magazine. In 1869, she moved to New York City where she began to write for religious periodicals and to publish a series of semi-historical tales and novels.

THE CITY IN THE WILDERNESS. "What, are you stepping westward?" "Yea." Yet who would stop or fear to advance, Though home or shelter there was none, With such a sky to lead him on!" —WORDSWORTH. "Ah! cool night wind, tremulous stars, Ah! glimmering water, Fitful earth murmur, Dreaming woods!" —ARNOLD. In A. D. sixteen hundred and ninety-two, a few Franciscan monks began to build a city. The site chosen was a lovely wilderness hundreds of miles away from civilization on every side, and surrounded by savage and warlike tribes. But the spot was as beautiful as the garden of God. It was shielded by picturesque mountains, watered by two rivers, carpeted with flowers innumerable, shaded by noble trees joyful with the notes of a multitude of singing birds. To breathe the balmy atmosphere was to be conscious of some rarer and finer life, and the beauty of the sunny skies—marvellous at dawn and eve with tints of saffron and amethyst and opal—was like a dream of heaven. One of the rivers was fed by a hundred springs situated in the midst of charming bowers. The monks called it the San Antonio; and on its banks they built three noble Missions. The shining white stone of the neighborhood rose in graceful domes and spires above the green trees. Sculptures, basso-relievos, and lines of gorgeous coloring adorned the exteriors. Within, were splendid altars and the appealing charms of incense, fine vestures and fine music; while from the belfreys, bells sweet and resonant called to the savages, who paused spell-bound and half-afraid to listen. Certainly these priests had to fight as well as to pray. The Indians did not suffer them to take possession of their Eden without passionate and practical protest. But what the monks had taken, they kept; and the fort and the soldier followed the priest and the Cross. Ere long, the beautiful Mission became a beautiful city, about which a sort of fame full of romance and mystery gathered. Throughout the south and west, up the great highway of the Mississippi, on the busy streets of New York, and among the silent hills of New England, men spoke of San Antonio, as in the seventeenth century they spoke of Peru; as in the eighteenth century they spoke of Delhi, and Agra, and the Great Mogul. Sanguine French traders carried thither rich ventures in fancy wares from New Orleans; and Spanish dons from the wealthy cities of Central Mexico, and from the splendid homes of Chihuahua, came there to buy. And from the villages of Connecticut, and the woods of Tennessee, and the lagoons of Mississippi, adventurous Americans entered the Texan territory at Nacogdoches. They went through the land, buying horses and lending their ready rifles and stout hearts to every effort of that constantly increasing body of Texans, who, even in their swaddling bands, had begun to cry Freedom