To use a simile which will be intelligible to this generation, women
have been treated as if they were stones. Left shapeless under the
school-room prison system, they are only fit to be broken up for the
roads, as they will fit in nowhere. Our well-educated ancestresses,
down to the time of Hannah More, were formed into cubes, very solid and
steady on either of their bases, and suitable for many buildings,
though the finer kinds of stone are in this manner misapplied. Modern
science gives the stones more sides, and, while seeming to round them
into more adaptable forms, only produces a number of small facets,
making a somewhat polished dodecahedron, which rolls about in any
position and is of no particular service, except, maybe, to stick upon
a gate-post at a girl's school, though it has given a great deal of
trouble in the cutting. But the hourly guidance of the loving hands of
father and mother, aided by raspings and filings of circumstances, and
many blows from chisels more or less severe, produces at last a
beautiful statue, well shaped in all its parts, which becomes a perfect
and nobly planned Galatea. What is the best training for girls? That is
the question. What are they to be, or not to be?
We have tried hitherto to bring up our girls so that they may be fitted
for the high position here that we all wish they may attain, making
their education tend solely to pleasure; forgetting how easily the
nature of woman adapts itself to any superior station, and how soon it
seems like everyday life, however high the rank or great the wealth to
which a girl may be suddenly raised.
We teach religion, when it is taught at all, under the head of
"divinity," at school, where it is put on a par with the
multiplication-table; or as a series of "religious duties," to be
performed once a week and rendered as irksome as possible, quite
ignoring that everything we do is our duty towards God, or towards our
neighbour, which is part of the same duty; whereas we ought to train
our girls for "duties" here, and give them joy in preparing for their
high position as daughters of God in heaven. We should let our divine
life so permeate through every hour of our stay here, that it may be
the vivifying light shed upon everything we are concerned with, making
the trifles of this life unfold their beauties, comforting sadness and
gilding poverty, as the southern sunshine lights up squalid dwellings
till they shine like gold and silver, and makes rags glow with light
and colour.
Our ideas have changed lately, and now we seem to think that all girls
who are not born to high position here must of necessity be trained to
professional life. But, after all, the demand for certified teachers,
heads of ladies' colleges, doctors, and other learned professions, will
never comprise the great bulk of the number of willing workers among
the unmarried women of England: nor do these things constitute a
quarter of the work to be done.
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