Formation of the Union

Formation of the Union

Albert Bushnell Hart

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Formation of the Union Chapter 1 REFERENCES

BIBLIOGRAPHIES.-R. G. Thwaites, Colonies, §§ 39, 74, 90; notes to Joseph Story, Commentaries, §§ 1-197; notes to H. C. Lodge, Colonies, passim; notes to Justin Winsor, Narrative and Critical History, V. chs. ii.-vi., Channing and Hart, Guide, §§ 130-133.

HISTORICAL MAPS.-R. G. Thwaites, Colonies, Maps Nos. 1 and 4 (Epoch

Maps, Nos. 1 and 4); G. P. Fisher Colonial Era, Maps Nos. 1 and 3;

Labberton, Atlas, lxiii., B. A. Hinsdale, Old Northwest (republished

from MacCoun's Historical Geography).

GENERAL ACCOUNTS.-Joseph Story Commentaries, §§ 146-190; W. E. H.

Lecky, England in the Eighteenth Century, II. 1-21, III. 267-305; T. W.

Higginson, Larger History, ch. ix.; Edward Channing, The United

States, 1765-1865 ch. i.; H. E. Scudder, Men and Manners in America;

Hannis Taylor, English Constitution, Introduction, I.; H. C. Lodge,

Colonies (chapters on social life); T. Pitkin, United States, I.

85-138, Justin Winsor, Narrative and Critical History, V. chs. ii.-vi.;

R. Frothingham, Rise of the Republic, chs. i., iv.; Grahame, United

States, III. 145-176.

SPECIAL HISTORIES.-W. B. Weeden, Economic and Social History of New

England, II. chs. xiv., xv.; G. E. Howard, Local Constitutional

History, I. chs. ii., iii., vii.-ix.; C. F. Adams, History of Quincy,

chs. iii.-xiv.; M. C. Tyler, History of American Literature, II.; Edward

Channing, Town and County Government, and Navigation Acts; F. B.

Dexter, Estimates of Population; C. F. Bishop, Elections in the

Colonies; Wm. Hill, First Stages of the Tariff Policy; W. E. DuBois,

Suppression of the Slave Trade; J. R. Brackett, Negro in Maryland.

CONTEMPORARY ACCOUNTS.-Benjamin Franklin, Autobiography (1706-1771); John Woolman Journal (1720-1772); George Whitefield, Journals (especially 1739); Kalm, Travels (1748-1749); Robert Rogers, Concise Account of North America (1765); A. Burnaby, Travels (1759-1760); Edmund Burke, European Settlements in America; William Douglass, Summary; the various colonial archives and documents.-Reprints in II. W. Preston, Documents Illustrative of American History (charters, etc.); New Jersey Archives, XI., XII., XVIII. (extracts from newspapers); American History Leaflets, No. 16; Library of American Literature, III.; American History told by Contemporaries, II.

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