Mrs Albert Grundy—Observations in Philistia
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Harold Frederic
Harold Frederic (1856-1898) was an American novelist and journalist. Born in Utica, New York, he was raised by his mother following his father’s tragic death in a railroad accident. At fifteen, he found work as a photographer in Utica before moving to Boston, later changing careers to become a reporter for The Utica Daily Observer. Frederic married Grace Green in 1877 and by 1882 was the editor of The Albany Evening Journal, raising his five children in the state capital. In 1884, he moved to London to work as a correspondent for the New York Times, sending for his family to join him after five years apart. In 1896, while living with his mistress Kate Lyon, Frederic published his bestselling novel The Damnation of Theron Ware, proving himself as a gifted American writer working in the realist tradition. At the height of his literary career, Frederic suffered a sudden stroke in London and died shortly thereafter.
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Mrs Albert Grundy—Observations in Philistia - Harold Frederic
Harold Frederic
Mrs Albert Grundy—Observations in Philistia
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Presenting in Outline the Comfortable and Well-Regulated Paradox over which She Presides, and showing its Mental Elevation
Setting forth the Untoward Circumstances under which the Right Tale was Unfolded in the Wrong Company
Annotating Sundry Points of Contact found to exist between the Lady and Contemporary Art
Affording a Novel and Subdued Scientific Light, by which divers Venerable Problems may be Observed Afresh
Touching the Experimental Graft of a Utilitarian Spirit upon the Aesthetic Instinct in our Sisters
Relating to Various Phenomena attending the Progress of the Sex along Lines of the Greatest Resistance
Illustrating the operation of Vegetables and Feminine Duplicity upon the Concepts of Maternal Responsibility
Containing Thoughts upon the Great Unknown, to which are added Speculations upon her Hereafter
Glancing at some Modern Aspects of Master John Gutenberg’s ingenious but Over-rated Invention
Detailing certain Prudential Measures taken during the Panic incident to a Late Threatened Invasion
Dealing with the Deceptions of Nature, and the Freedom from, Illusion Inherent in the Unnatural
Suggesting Considerations possibly heretofore Overlooked by Commentators upon the Laws of Property
Narrating the Failure of a Loyal Attempt to Circumvent Adversity by means of Modern Appliances
Introducing Scenes from a Foreign Country, and also conveying Welcome Intelligence, together with some Instruction
Disclosing the Educational Influence exerted by the Essex Coast, and other Matters, including Reasons for Joy
Describing Impressions of a Momentous Interview, loosely gathered by One who, although present, was not quite In it
Presenting in Outline the Comfortable and Well-Regulated Paradox over which She Presides, and showing its Mental Elevation
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Isuppose about the name there is no doubt. For sixty years we have followed that gifted gadabout and gossip, Heine, and called it Philistia. And yet, when one thinks of it, there may have been a mistake after all. Artemus Ward used to say that he had been able, with effort, to comprehend how it was possible to measure the distance between the stars, and even the dimensions and candle-power, so to speak, of those heavenly bodies; what beat him was how astronomers had ever found out their names. So I find myself wondering whether Philistia really is the right name for the land where She must be obeyed.
If so, it is only a little more the region of mysterious paradox and tricksy metamorphosis. We think of it always and from all time as given over to Her rule. We feel in our bones that there was a troglodyte Mrs Grundy; we imagine to ourselves a British matron contemporary with the cave bear and the woolly elephant But her very antiquity only makes it more puzzling.
There is an old gentleman who always tries to prove to me that the French are really Germans, that the Germans are all Slavs, and that the Russians are strictly Tartars: that is to say, that in keeping-count of the early races as they swarmed Westward we somehow skipped one, and have been wrong ever since. There must be some such explanation of how the domain which She sways came to be called Philistia.
I say this, because the old Philistia was tremendously masculine. It was the Jews who struck the feminine note. They used to swagger no end when they won a victory, and utilise it to the utmost limit of merciless savagery; but when it came their turn to be thrashed they filled the very heavens with complaining clamour. We got no hint that the Philistines ever failed to take their medicine like men.
Consider those splendid later Philistines, the Norsemen. In all their martial literature there is no suggestion of a whine. They loved fighting for its own sake; next to braining their foes, they admired being themselves hewn into sections. They never blamed their gods when they had the worst of it. They never insisted that they were always right and their enemies invariably wrong. They cared nothing about all that. They demanded only fun. It was their victims, the Frankish and Irish monks, who shed women’s tears and besought Providence to play favourites.
And here is the paradox. The children of these Berserker loins are become the minions of Mrs Grundy. By some magic she has enshrined Respectability in their temples. In one division of her empire she makes Mr Helmer drink tea; in another she sets everybody reading the Buchholz Family; in her chosen island home her husband on the sunniest Sundays carries an umbrella instead of a walking-stick. Fancy the wild delirium of delight with which the old Philistines would have raided her homestead, chopping down her Robert Elsmeres, impaling her Horsleys, and making the skies lurid with the flames of her semi-detached villa! Yet we call her place Philistia!
I know the villa very well. It is quite near to the South Kensington Museum. The title Fernbank
is painted on the gate-posts. How well-ordered and comfortable does life beyond those posts remain! Here are no headaches in the morning. Here white-capped domestics move with neat alertness along the avenues of gentle routine, looking neither to the policeman on the right nor fiery-jacketed Thomas Atkins on the left. Here my friend Mr Albert Grundy invariably comes home by the Underground to dinner. Here his three daughters—girls of a type with a diminishing upper lip, with sharper chins and greater length of limb than of old—lead deeply washed existences, playing at tennis, smiling in flushed silence at visitors, feeding contentedly upon Mudie’s stores, the while their mamma spreads the matrimonial net about the piano or makes tours of inspection among her outlying mantraps on the lawn. Here simpers the innocuous curate; here Uncle Dudley, who has seen life in Australia and the Far West, watches the bulbs and prunes the roses, and, I should think, yawns often to himself; here Lady Willoughby Wallaby’s card diffuses refinement from the summit of the card-basket in the hall.
To this happy home there came but last week—or was it the week before—a parcel of books. There were four complete novels in twelve volumes—fruits of that thoughtful arrangement by which the fair reader in Philistia is given three distinct opportunities to decide whether she will read the story through or not. Mrs Albert is a busy woman, burdened with manifold responsibilities to Church and State, to organised charities, to popularised music, to art-work guilds and the Amalgamated Association of Clear Starchers, not to mention a weather-eye kept at all times upon all unmarried males: but she still finds time to open all these packets of new books herself. On this occasion she gave to her eldest, Ermyntrude, the first volume of a novel by Mrs ————. It doesn’t matter what fell to the share of the younger Amy and Floribel. For herself she reserved the three volumes of the latest work of Mr ————.
She tells me now that words simply can not express her thankfulness for having done so. It seems the selection was not entirely accidental. She was attracted, she admits, by the charmingly dainty binding of the volumes, but she was also moved by an instinct, half maternal prescience, half literary recollection. She thought she remembered having seen the name of this man-writer before. Where? It came to her like a flash, she says. Only a while ago he had a hook called A Bunch of Patrician Ladies or something of that sort, which she almost made up her mind not to let the girls read at all, but at last, with some misgivings, permitted them to skim hastily, because though the morals were rocky—perhaps that wasn’t her word—the society was very good. But this new book of his had not even that saving feature. Respectable people were only incidentally mentioned in it. Really it was quite too low. The chief figure was a farm-girl who for the most part skimmed milk or cut swedes in a field, and at other times behaved in