As
she matured, Mary Wollstonecraft, like Godwin, was beginning to believe that
marriage was a kind of a prison, and she wanted no part of it. She’d witnessed
her own mother’s sad experiences—and now she was alarmed by the recent marriage
of her sister Eliza to a man named Meredith Bishop.
When
Eliza gave birth to a daughter, she had terrible difficulties. She slipped into
a deep depression—something of a family trait—and her husband, desperate for
relief, invited Mary to live with them. With Mary’s aid, Eliza gradually
regained her strength and mental equilibrium—but this was only temporary. Her
husband was mystified.
And
then . . . a bizarre episode. Mary—deciding that her sister was in mortal
danger and that Bishop, her husband, was not a good spouse—plotted to help
Eliza “escape.” Early one Saturday morning in 1784, the sisters fled by coach
across London Bridge into the city. Inside the coach, Eliza was so upset that
she bit her wedding ring in half. Using false names, they registered at an inn
… and waited. Eliza had left behind most of her possessions and—surprising to
us—her baby.
Why
did she leave her child? Because both Eliza and Mary knew that English law gave
virtually all family rights to the husband. He could decide how to treat his
wife (she was considered property), how to treat his children (also property). When
a woman married, all her possessions became her husband’s. So Eliza realized
that when her husband found her, he would just take the child. And the law
would be on his side.
Sadly,
Eliza never again saw her baby, for in August, the little girl died. She had
not lived long enough to celebrate her first birthday.
The
Wollstonecraft sisters were relieved when Bishop decided not to pursue his
runaway wife. But Mary was not sure what do to next. They had to do something,
and soon. Money was short. She convinced Eliza that they should start a
school—just as Godwin had tried to do only a year earlier.
They
heard of an opportunity in Newington Green, an area in the village of Stoke
Newington, just northeast of the city (and now part of London). There they
found a large empty house, and even some students—all girls. Mary’s friend Fanny
Blood taught drawing and sewing, sisters Everina and Eliza helped out as best
they could, and Mary herself taught the traditional subjects of reading and
writing. The women worked hard, earned a good reputation, and soon—after only a
few weeks—had twenty girls with them. Godwin later explained Mary’s success as
a teacher: “No person was ever better formed,” he wrote, “for the business of
education.”
But
something terrible was looming in the near future, something that nearly
devastated Mary. Fanny Blood was deathly sick. Mary had seen what was
happening, had known what the symptoms meant. Coughing. Spitting blood. Tuberculosis. TB was almost always fatal
in Mary’s day. So she left her school and remained with Fanny until she died.
But
when the grieving Mary returned to Newington Green, she found the school was in
trouble. Debts were mounting, students were quitting—even their boarders were
leaving. The sisters were forced to close their school.
Mary’s
only other source of income was from a little booklet she had hurriedly written
and sold to publisher Joseph Johnson, Thoughts on the Education of Daughters.
Generous Mary gave her entire advance from the publisher (ten guineas) to Fanny
Blood’s parents for their expenses.
The
booklet was really a list of guidelines for mothers. Mary advised women to
nurse their own children, to keep firm but fair rules, to dress children
simply, and to emphasize basic skills. But, she stressed, “The main business of
our lives is to learn to be virtuous.”
Meanwhile,
with the school a failure, there was no choice: The sisters had to separate.
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