She was the daughter of Thaddeus and Susanna C. (Ayer) MORRELL, of North Berwick, ME. She was the fifth child of ten. Her father was a Friend, and his ancestors, Huguenots. Her mother's ancestry were Scottish Covenanters.
After a library was founded in her town when she was twelve years old, she became an avid reader of Rollins', Gibbons and Hulne's histories; Josephus, Young's Night Thought, Paradise Lost and for fiction, Cooper's novels. At fourteen she taught school, and then went to Parsonsfield Seminary. She also studied at New Market Academy and Philadelphia Collegiate Institute. She married Rev. Goram P. Ramsey, a Free Will Baptist minister, in Aug. 1840. She was converted at age nineteen and soon became a contributor to the "Morning Star" and the Boston "Saturday Evening Post," and took a prize from the latter Aug. 5, 1840. She was a faithful helper to him in his several pastorates.
When he served Hillsdale College in Mich., she became the first lady principal there.
She was deeply interested in foreign missions, and was very active in promoting the interests of the FWB Woman's Missionary Society. In 1851, she was elected as its president, serving several years. Before this, she was its corresponding secretary for three years. The Society often called upon her to deliver public addresses.
She also authored a book on missions, "Facts and Reflections...Importance of Missions," pub. 1848, by Wm. Burr, Printer, FWB Printing Estab.

Though she sacrificed her literary aspirations to home and parish work, her pen was not idle. After her husband's death, she resorted to read and muse, and in so doing brought forth a number of poems and hymns, as well as stories. A deep love of nature is revealed in her poems, one of which was "Growing Old"--included a few lines below:
"I mind me of the blue and tranquil sky,
The rosy brightness of the opening day,
The breath of spring flowers on the balmy air;
"Arise," they cried, "thy journey is begun!"
Shall I upbraid you, O ye fleeting years,
That ye have brought me only toil and loss,
That touched by you, the roses in my hands
Are turned to dust and all my gold is dross?
Nay, for I see beyond the parting sky
The palm and crown, and flowers that never die."

One child: Oberlin N. Ramsey, bn NH.

She was the daughter of Thaddeus and Susanna C. (Ayer) MORRELL, of North Berwick, ME. She was the fifth child of ten. Her father was a Friend, and his ancestors, Huguenots. Her mother's ancestry were Scottish Covenanters.
After a library was founded in her town when she was twelve years old, she became an avid reader of Rollins', Gibbons and Hulne's histories; Josephus, Young's Night Thought, Paradise Lost and for fiction, Cooper's novels. At fourteen she taught school, and then went to Parsonsfield Seminary. She also studied at New Market Academy and Philadelphia Collegiate Institute. She married Rev. Goram P. Ramsey, a Free Will Baptist minister, in Aug. 1840. She was converted at age nineteen and soon became a contributor to the "Morning Star" and the Boston "Saturday Evening Post," and took a prize from the latter Aug. 5, 1840. She was a faithful helper to him in his several pastorates.
When he served Hillsdale College in Mich., she became the first lady principal there.
She was deeply interested in foreign missions, and was very active in promoting the interests of the FWB Woman's Missionary Society. In 1851, she was elected as its president, serving several years. Before this, she was its corresponding secretary for three years. The Society often called upon her to deliver public addresses.
She also authored a book on missions, "Facts and Reflections...Importance of Missions," pub. 1848, by Wm. Burr, Printer, FWB Printing Estab.

Though she sacrificed her literary aspirations to home and parish work, her pen was not idle. After her husband's death, she resorted to read and muse, and in so doing brought forth a number of poems and hymns, as well as stories. A deep love of nature is revealed in her poems, one of which was "Growing Old"--included a few lines below:
"I mind me of the blue and tranquil sky,
The rosy brightness of the opening day,
The breath of spring flowers on the balmy air;
"Arise," they cried, "thy journey is begun!"
Shall I upbraid you, O ye fleeting years,
That ye have brought me only toil and loss,
That touched by you, the roses in my hands
Are turned to dust and all my gold is dross?
Nay, for I see beyond the parting sky
The palm and crown, and flowers that never die."

One child: Oberlin N. Ramsey, bn NH.