Ten Years in Washington: or, Inside Life and Scenes in Our National Capital as a Woman Sees Them ... to Which Is Added a Full Account of the Life and Death of President James A. GarfieldClemmer, Mary
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Ten Years in Washington: or, Inside Life and Scenes in Our National Capital as a Woman Sees Them ... to Which Is Added a Full Account of the Life and Death of President James A. Garfield
Clemmer, Mary
Washington (D.C.) -- Description and travel; Washington (D.C.) -- History
In herself, Martha Washington was in no wise a remarkable woman.
Personally, she was a fair representative of the average American matron
of the eighteenth century. I say American, for whatever may be her right
to boast of superior educational advantages to-day, in the time of
Martha Washington and Abigail Adams, New England ignored utterly the
education of her women. They were shut out even from the Boston
High-School, because they had flocked to it in such numbers in pursuit
of knowledge. While her brother went to Harvard, the girl of
Massachusetts, if taught at all, was self-taught. Massachusetts had no
right to boast over Virginia in that day. The daughters of the cavalier
probably were oftener taught to dance and to play the spinnet than the
daughters of the Puritans; but neither could spell, nor many more than
barely read. But had Martha Washington enjoyed the highest mental
privileges, she would never have been known to the world as an
intellectual woman, or as a woman who, by any impulse of her unassisted
nature, would ever have risen above the commonplace. She could spin, but
she could not spell. She could bask in the warmth of the bountiful home
whose heavy cares were all carried by her illustrious husband. She could
pack the family coach with delicacies, and go through storm and mud once
a year to his camp, when the perils of his country had made him its
deliverer; but it is doubtful if any impulse of her soul would ever have
roused her to the majestic eloquence of Abigail Adams, who, when she
read the English King’s proclamation to his rebellious colonies, with
her little children about her in the depth of the night, wrote to her
absent husband: “This intelligence will make a plain path for you,
though a dangerous one. I could not join to-day in the petition of our
worthy pastor for a reconciliation between our no longer parent state,
but tyrant state, and these colonies. Let us separate; they are unworthy
to be our brethren. Let us renounce them, and instead of supplications
as formerly for their prosperity and happiness; let us beseech the
Almighty to blast their counsels and bring to naught all their devices.”
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