Early Life
Harper, the fifth child and first son of Jesse Harper (1733 - ?) and Emily Diana Goodloe (1734–1788) was born near Fredericksburg, Virginia in January 1765 and moved with his parents to Granville, North Carolina around 1769. He received his early education at home and later attended grammar school. At the age of fifteen, Harper joined a volunteer corps of Cavalry and served in the American Revolutionary Army. He made a surveying tour through Kentucky and Tennessee in 1783, and graduated from the College of New Jersey (now Princeton University) in 1785. He studied law in Charleston, South Carolina, teaching school at the same time, and was admitted to the bar in 1786. He commenced practice in the Ninety-Sixth District of South Carolina, moving back to Charleston, S.C. in 1789.
On 7 May 1800, Harper married Catherine Carroll in Anne Arundel Co, Maryland, the daughter of Charles & Mary (Darnall) Carroll.
Robert had a least 4 children with Catherine:
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- Charles Carroll Harper, m. Charlotte Hutchinson Cheffelle
- Richard Caton Harper
- Robert Goodloe Harper, Jr
- Emily Louisa Harper, m. William Clapham Pennington.
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