The Ladies of the White House; Or, in the Home of the Presidents: Being a Complete History of the Social and Domestic Lives of the Presidents from Washington to the Present Time—1789–1881Holloway, Laura C. (Laura Carter)
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The Ladies of the White House; Or, in the Home of the Presidents: Being a Complete History of the Social and Domestic Lives of the Presidents from Washington to the Present Time—1789–1881
Holloway, Laura C. (Laura Carter)
Presidents -- United States -- Biography; Presidents' spouses -- United States -- Biography
Mrs. Donelson was of medium height, with dark auburn hair, dark brown
eyes, fair complexion, lips and brow exquisitely moulded, slender
symmetrical figure, and hands and feet tiny as a child’s. Her portrait
bears a striking resemblance to the pictures of Mary Queen of Scots. No
stranger ever passes it without commenting on its singular fascination.
Young, fond of society and pleased with attention, she entered with zest
into the festivities of Washington, and participated in all its
gayeties. Her taste in dress was exquisite, and her toilette was the
envy and admiration of fashionable circles. The dress she wore at the
first inauguration, an amber-colored satin, brocaded with bouquets of
rosebuds and violets, and richly trimmed with white lace and pearls, was
a present from the General, and was described in every paper of the
Union. It is still preserved in the family, and even in this day of
costly attire, would be a gala dress. Beloved as a daughter by Mrs.
Jackson, and intimately associated with her for years, she was beside
that honored and dear friend at the time of her death; and her
tenderness and sympathy did much to mitigate the poignancy of the
General’s bereavement. He always called her “my daughter;” and often
when wearied with the cares of office, would seek relaxation amid her
family circle. Arbiter in politics, he deferred all matters of etiquette
to her; and when she would appeal to him to settle any knotty social
point, he would reply, “You know best, my dear. Do as you please.” Of
lively imagination, she was quick at repartee, and had that gift
possessed by so few talkers, of listening gracefully. Thrown in contact
with the brightest and most cultivated intellects of the day, she
sustained her part; and her favor was eagerly sought by the learned and
polished. A foreign minister once said to her, “Madam, you dance with
the grace of a Parisian. I can hardly realize you were educated in
Tennessee.” “Count, you forget,” was the spirited reply, “that grace is
a cosmopolite, and like a wild flower, is much oftener found in the
woods than in the streets of a city.”
During the Eaton controversy, the public was curious to see what course
she would take. Her friends were also Mrs. Eaton’s friends, it was her
policy to please General Jackson, and General Jackson’s heart was set on
Mrs. Eaton’s social recognition. At the public receptions and levees,
she received Mrs. Eaton with her usual dignity and courtesy; but when
the General asked her to visit that lady, and set the example of public
recognition of his favorite, she refused decidedly, saying, “Uncle, I
will do anything on earth for you, consistent with my dignity as a lady,
but I cannot and will not visit any one of Mrs. Eaton’s reputation.” She
carried her point, and the President never alluded to the distasteful
subject again in her presence.[14]
Footnote 14:
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