My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's HistoryStowe, Harriet Beecher
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My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's History
Stowe, Harriet Beecher
American fiction -- 19th century; Courtship -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Romance fiction
"Yet, Miss Eva," said I, "I don't think we are so very much better off
than you. The life of the great body of _men_ is a succession of mere
ignoble drudgeries, with nothing great or inspiring. Unless we learn to
ennoble the common-place by a heroic spirit, most of us must pass
through life with no expression of this aspiration; and I think that
more women succeed in doing this than men--in fact, I think it is the
distinctive prerogative of woman to idealize life by shedding an
ennobling spirit upon its very trifles."
"That is true," she said, frankly; "but I confess it never occurred to
me; yet don't you think it harder to be heroic in every-day affairs?"
"Certainly; but those that can inspire common-place drudgery with noble
and heroic meanings are the true heroes. There was a carpenter once in
Nazareth who worked thirty years quietly at his bench; but who doubts
that every stroke of that work was inspired and heroic, as much as the
three public years that followed? And there are women, like him, toiling
in poverty--hard-working wives, long-suffering mothers, whose every
breath is heroic. There _can_ be no common-place where such noble
creatures live and suffer."
"Yes, Mr. Henderson," said Ida, "heroism can be in any life that is a
_work_-life--any life which includes energy and self-denial. But
fashionable life is based on mere love of ease. All it seeks is
pleasurable sensation and absence of care and trouble, and it starves
this heroic capability; and that is the reason, as Eva says, why there
is so much repressed unhappiness in women. It is the hunger of starving
faculties. What are all these girls and women looking for? Amusement,
excitement. What do they dread more than anything? Effort, industry,
self-denial. Not one of them can read a serious book through--not
because they are not able, but because it takes an effort. They read
nothing but serial stories, and if there is much thought in them, they
skip it, to get at the story. All the education they get in schools lies
idle; they do nothing with it, as a general thing. They neither read,
write, nor speak their French, Italian, or German--and what is the use
of having got them? Men study languages as a key to literature, and use
literature for some purpose; women study only to forget. It does not
take four languages and all the ologies to enable them to dance the
German and compose new styles of trimming. They might do all they do
equally as well without these expensive educations as with----"
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