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
"No more than a man," said I. "A man who never becomes a father is
incomplete in one great resemblance to the divine being. Yet there have
been men with the element of fatherhood more largely developed in
celibacy than most are in marriage. There was Fénelon, for instance, who
was married to humanity. Every human being that he met held the place of
a child in his heart. No individual experience of fatherhood could make
such men as he more fatherly. And in like manner there are women with
more natural motherhood than many mothers. Such are to be found in the
sisterhoods that gather together lost and orphan children, and are their
mothers in God. There are natures who do not need the development of
marriage; they know instinctively all it can teach them. But they are
found only in the rarest and highest regions."
"Well," said my uncle, "for every kind of existence in creation God has
made a mate, and the eagles that live on mountain tops, and fly toward
the sun, have still their kindred eagles. Now, I think, for my part,
that if Fénelon had married Madame Guyon, he would have had a richer and
a happier life of it, and she would have gone off into fewer vagaries,
and they would have left the Church some splendid children, who might,
perhaps, have been born without total depravity. You see these perfected
specimens owe it to humanity to perpetuate their kind."
"Well," said I, "let them do it by spiritual fatherhood and motherhood.
St. Paul speaks often of his converts as those begotten of him--the
children of his soul; a thousand-fold more of them there were, than
there could have been if he had weighted himself with the care of an
individual family. Think of the spiritual children of Plato and St.
Augustine!"
"This may be all very fine, youngster," said, my uncle, "but very
exceptional; yet for all that, I should be sorry to see a fine woman
like Caroline withering into an old maid."
"She certainly will," said I, "unless you and mother stretch forth your
hands and give her liberty to seek her destiny in the mode in which
nature inclines her. You will never get _her_ to go husband-hunting. The
mere idea suggested to her of exhibiting her charms in places of resort,
in the vague hope of being chosen, would be sufficient to keep her out
of society. She has one of those independent natures to which it is just
as necessary for happiness that she should make her own way, and just
as irksome to depend on others, as it is for most young men. She has a
fine philosophic mind, great powers of acquisition, a curiosity for
scientific research; and her desire is to fit herself for a
physician,--a sphere perfectly womanly, and in which the motherly nature
of woman can be most beautifully developed. Now, help her with your
knowledge through the introductory stages of study, and use your
influence afterward to get her father to give her wider advantages."
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