Fry, Elizabeth Gurney, 1780-1845; Prison reformers -- Biography
At twelve years of age Elizabeth lost her mother, and in consequence
suffered much from lack of wise womanly training. The talents she
possessed ripened and developed, however, until she became remarkable
for originality of thought and action; while the spirit of benevolent
enterprise which distinguished her, led her to seek out modes of
usefulness not usually practiced by girls. Her obstinacy and spirit of
contradiction became in later years gradually merged or transformed into
that decision of character, and lady-like firmness, which were so
needful to her work, so that obstacles became only incentives to
progress, and persecution furnished courage for renewed zeal. Yet all
this was tempered with tender, conscientious heart-searching into both
motives and actions.
During her "teens" she is described as being tall and slender,
peculiarly graceful in the saddle, and fond of dancing. She possessed a
pleasing countenance and manner, and grew up to enjoy the occasional
parties which she attended with her sisters. Still, from the records of
her journal, we find that at this time neither the grave worship of
Quakerism nor the gayeties of Norwich satisfied her eager spirit. We
find too, how early she kept this journal, and from it we obtain the
truest and most interesting glimpses into her character and feelings.
Thus at seventeen years of age she wrote:--
I am seventeen to-day. Am I a happier or a better creature than I
was this day twelvemonths? I know I am happier--I think I am
better. I hope I shall be happier this day year than I am now. I
hope to be quite an altered person; to have more knowledge; to have
my mind in greater order, and my heart too, that wants to be put in
order quite as much.... I have seen several things in myself and
others I never before remarked, but I have not tried to improve
myself--I have given way to my passions, and let them have command
over me, I have known my faults and not corrected them--and now I
am determined I will once more try with redoubled ardor to overcome
my wicked inclinations. I must not flirt; I must not be out of
temper with the children; I must not contradict without a cause; I
must not allow myself to be angry; I must not exaggerate, which I
am inclined to do; I must not give way to luxury; I must not be
idle in mind. I must try to give way to every good feeling, and
overcome every bad. I have lately been too satirical, so as to hurt
sometimes: remember it is always a fault to hurt others.
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