Mrs. Grant and Madame Jule
From New York Times Bestselling Author Jennifer Chiaverini, the first novel to chronicle the singular relationship between Julia Grant, beloved First Lady, and the courageous woman who was her slave and namesake.
In 1844, shy Missouri belle Julia Dent met Lieutenant Ulysses S. Grant, brilliant horseman and reluctant soldier. The two fell deeply in love, but Grant’s abolitionist family refused to attend their wedding. For despite her husband's objections, Julia kept as her slave another Julia, known as Jule.
Since childhood they had been companions and confidantes. Julia was gifted with prophetic dreams, which Jule helped her interpret; Julia secretly taught Jule to read, while Jule became her vision-impaired mistress’s eyes to the world. But as Grant rose through the ranks of the Union army during the Civil War, the stark distinctions between mistress and slave strained their unlikely friendship. Both women risked certain danger as they traveled to and from General Grant’s military headquarters—until the signing of the Emancipation Proclamation inspired Jule to make a daring bid for freedom.
Mrs. Lincoln, please, do quiet yourself.” “Who are you to command me to be silent?” Mrs. Lincoln demanded. “I suppose you think you’ll get to the White House yourself, don’t you?” “I am quite satisfied with my present position,” Julia replied with all the dignity she could muster. “It is far greater than I had ever hoped to attain.” “Oh! I have no doubt that it is!” Mrs. Lincoln turned her back upon Julia and Mrs. Ord, red-faced and fuming. Only then did Julia notice that the presidential.
They’d been living in Georgetown Heights, but they plan to move back to Illinois.” “The citizens of Galena did give them a lovely home, but the general’s work keeps him in the capital, so here they shall stay.” The young bride clasped her hands together in her lap, her eyes shining. “Isn’t it marvelous that they chose our neighborhood?” “Why, yes.” Jule gently ran the comb through Mrs. Gilbert’s golden locks. “How exciting to have such a celebrated neighbor. Have you made Mrs. Grant’s.
Summoned troops, Julia had known her husband would answer the call. If the government had any sense, they would put him on horseback and make him a leader of men. The following evening, a second meeting was held to organize a recruitment drive. Illinois had been assigned a quota of six regiments, and Galena was expected to provide one company. On the basis of his wartime experience, Ulys was appointed chairman of the meeting. Local politicians and prominent citizens made speeches, fiery and.
With a scar,” he boasted casually as his younger siblings listened, awestruck. “I’ll carry it always as a memory of that battle.” “Don’t be alarmed,” Ulys murmured for Julia’s ears alone. “The scar’s barely visible.” Julia nodded, much relieved. As the ambulance carried them through Vicksburg to Ulys’s headquarters, Julia’s happiness ebbed as she took in the sights of the battered city encircled with barricades and rifle pits. Once gracious homes and charming cottages were pockmarked with.
Among them. Jule discreetly inquired with the concierge and was sent upstairs to the suite of Mrs. Bramlette, the wife of the governor of Kentucky, who had come to Washington to confer with President Lincoln on the contentious issue of Negro enlistment. “What do you think, Jule?” Mrs. Bramlette queried after describing at length and with great enthusiasm how her husband’s position conflicted with the president’s. “I know General Grant’s in favor of it,” Jule said, frowning in concentration as.