The Mother of Washington and Her Times by Sara Agnes Rice Pryor : (full image Illustrated) (English Edition) [Kindle-editie] beoordelingen het boek quotes

The mothers of famous men survive only in their sons. This is a rule almost as invariable as a law of nature. Whatever the aspirations and energies of the mother, memorable achievement is not for her. No memoir has been written in this country of the women who bore, fostered, and trained our great men. What do we know of the mother of Daniel Webster, or John Adams, or Patrick Henry, or Andrew Jackson, or of the mothers of our Revolutionary generals?When the American boy studies the history of his country, his soul soars within him as he reads of his own forefathers: how they rescued a wilderness from the savage and caused it to bloom into fruitful fields and gardens, how they won its independence through eight years of hardship and struggle, how they assured its prosperity by a wise Constitution and firm laws. But he may look in vain for some tribute to the mothers who trained his heroes. In his Roman history he finds Cornelia, Virginia, Lucretia, and Veturia on the same pages with Horatius, Regulus, Brutus, and Cincinnatus. If he be a boy of some thought and perception, he will see that the early seventeenth century women of his own land must have borne a similar relation to their country as these women to the Roman Republic. But our histories as utterly ignore them as if they never existed. The heroes of our Revolution might have sprung armed from the head of Jove for aught the American boy can find to the contrary.Thus American history defrauds these noble mothers of their crown—not self-won, but won by their sons.Letitia Romolino was known to few, while the fame of "Madame Mère" is as universal as the glory of Napoleon himself. But Madame Mère had her historian. The pioneer woman of America, who "broke the way with tears," retires into darkness and oblivion; while "many follow with a song" the son to whom she gave her life and her keen intelligence born of her strong faith and love.Biographers have occasionally seemed to feel that something is due the mothers of their heroes. Women have some rights after all! And so we can usually find, tucked away somewhere, a short perfunctory phrase of courtesy, "He is said to have inherited many of his qualities from his mother," reminding us of "The Ladies—God bless 'em," after everybody else has been toasted at a banquet, and just before the toasters are ripe for the song, "We won't go home till morning!"But—if we are willing to be appeased by such a douceur—there is literature galore anent the women who have amused "great" men: Helen of Troy, Madame de Pompadour, Madame du Barry, Lady Hamilton, the Countess Guicciola, and such. We may comfort ourselves for this humiliating fact only by reflecting that the world craves novelty, and that these dames are interesting to the reading public, solely because they are exceptional, while the noble, unselfish woman, being the rule of motherhood, is familiar to every one of us and needs no historian. CONTENTSIntroductoryMary Washington's English AncestryThe Ball Family in VirginiaCoat Armor and the Right to bear itTraditions of Mary Ball's Early LifeRevelations of an Old WillMary Ball's ChildhoodGood Times in Old VirginiaMary Ball's Guardian and her GirlhoodYoung Men and Maidens of the Old DominionThe Toast of the Gallants of her DayHer Marriage and Early LifeBirthplace of George WashingtonThe Cherry Tree and Little HatchetThe Young Widow and her FamilyBetty Washington, and Weddings in Old VirginiaDefeat in War: Success in LoveIn and Around FredericksburgSocial Characteristics, Manners, and CustomsA True Portrait of Mary WashingtonNoon in the Golden AgeDinners, Dress, Dances, Horse-racesThe Little CloudThe StormMary Washington in the Hour of PerilOld Revolutionary LettersThe Battle-groundFrance in the Revolution"On with the Dance, let Joy be unconfined"Lafayette and our French AlliesIn Camp and at Mount VernonMrs. Adams at the Court of St. JamesThe First Winter at Mount VernonThe President and his Last