Works
Books
- Margret Howth (1861)
- Waiting for the Verdict (1867)
- Kitty's Choice or Berrytown and Other Stories (1873)
- John Andross (1874)
- A Law unto Herself (1878)
- Natasqua (1886)
- Kent Hampden (1892)
- Silhouettes of American Life (1892)
- Doctor Warrick's Daughters (1896)
- Frances Waldeaux (1897)
- Bits of Gossip (1904)
Short fiction
- Life in the Iron Mills, Atlantic Monthly (1861)
- David Gaunt (1862)
- John Lamar (1862)
- Paul Blecker (1863)
- Ellen (1865)
- The Harmonists (1866)
- In the Market (1868)
- A Pearl of Great Price (1868)
- Put out of the Way (1870)
- General William Wirt Colby, Wood's Household Magazine (1873)
- Earthen Pitchers (1873–1874)
- Marcia (1876)
- A Day with Doctor Sarah (1878)
Essays
- Men's Rights (1869)
- Some Testimony in the Case (1885)
- Here and There in the South (1887)
- Women in Literature (1891)
- In the Gray Cabins of New England (1895)
- The Disease of Money-Getting (1902)
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