But if women did not write, they used their influence to find a hearing
for those who did. Of the learning of the time they had their share,
though it may not have been very profound. Ovid tells us that “there
are learned fair, a very limited number; another set are not learned,
but they wish to be so.” He writes of a gay world which is not too
decorous or too serious, but in the category of a woman’s attractions
he mentions as necessary a knowledge of the great poets, both Greek
and Latin, among whom he modestly counts himself. Women of fashion had
poets or philosophers to read or talk to them, even at their toilets,
while the maids brushed their hair. They discussed Plato and Aristotle
as we do Browning and economics. They dabbled in the mysteries of
Isis and Osiris as we do in theosophy and Buddhism; speculated on
Christianity as we do on lesser faiths, and began to doubt their
falling gods. Philosophy was “the religion of polite society,” but
women have always been drawn toward a faith that appeals to the
emotions. Then there were the recitations and public readings, in which
they were actors as well as listeners.
We have glimpses of the more seriously intellectual side of the Roman
woman in the private letters of Cicero, which show us also the pleasant
family life that gives us the best test of its value and sincerity.
The brilliant orator seems to have had a special liking for able and
accomplished matrons. In his youth he sought their society in order to
polish and perfect his style. He speaks in special praise of Lælia,
the wife of Scævola with whom he studied law, also of her daughter
and granddaughters--all of whom excelled in conversation of a high
order; he refers often to Cærellia, a woman of learning and talent,
with whom he corresponded for many years; and he says that Caius Curio
owes his great fame as an orator to the conversations in his mother’s
house. Many other women he mentions whose attainments in literature,
philosophy, and eloquence did honor to their sex and placed them
on a level with the great men of their time. This was in the late
days of the Republic, when genuine talent was not yet swamped in the
pretensions of mediocrity.
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