My mother’s father, John Simpson, moved from Montgomery County, Pennsylvania, to Clermont County, Ohio, about the year 1819, taking with him his four children, three daughters and one son.  My mother, Hannah Simpson, was the third of these children, and was then over twenty years of age.  Her oldest sister was at that time married, and had several children.  She still lives in Clermont County at this writing, October 5th, 1884, and is over ninety ears of age.  Until her memory failed her, a few years ago, she thought the country ruined beyond recovery when the Democratic party lost control in 1860.  Her family, which was large, inherited her views, with the exception of one son who settled in Kentucky before the war.  He was the only one of the children who entered the volunteer service to suppress the rebellion.

Her brother, next of age and now past eighty-eight, is also still living in Clermont County, within a few miles of the old homestead, and is as active in mind as ever.  He was a supporter of the Government during the war, and remains a firm believer, that national success by the Democratic party means irretrievable ruin.

In June, 1821, my father, Jesse R. Grant, married Hannah Simpson.  I was born on the 27th of April, 1822, at Point Pleasant, Clermont County, Ohio.  In the fall of 1823 we moved to Georgetown, the county seat of Brown, the adjoining county east.  This place remained my home, until at the age of seventeen, in 1839, I went to West Point.

The schools, at the time of which I write, were very indifferent.  There were no free schools, and none in which the scholars were classified.  They were all supported by subscription, and a single teacher—­who was often a man or a woman incapable of teaching much, even if they imparted all they knew—­would have thirty or forty scholars, male and female, from the infant learning the A B C’s up to the young lady of eighteen and the boy of twenty, studying the highest branches taught—­the three R’s, “Reading, ’Riting, ’Rithmetic.”  I never saw an algebra, or other mathematical work higher than the arithmetic, in Georgetown, until after I was appointed to West Point.  I then bought a work on algebra in Cincinnati; but having no teacher it was Greek to me.

My life in Georgetown was uneventful.  From the age of five or six until seventeen, I attended the subscription schools of the village, except during the winters of 1836-7 and 1838-9.  The former period was spent in Maysville, Kentucky, attending the school of Richardson and Rand; the latter in Ripley, Ohio, at a private school.  I was not studious in habit, and probably did not make progress enough to compensate for the outlay for board and tuition.  At all events both winters were spent in going over the same old arithmetic which I knew every word of before, and repeating:  “A noun is the name of a thing,” which I had also heard my Georgetown teachers repeat, until I had come to believe it—­but I cast no reflections upon my old teacher, Richardson.  He turned out bright scholars from his school, many of whom have filled conspicuous places in the service of their States.  Two of my contemporaries there —­who, I believe, never attended any other institution of learning—­have held seats in Congress, and one, if not both, other high offices; these are Wadsworth and Brewster.