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ed by her 〃Vindication of the Rights of Woman while the air was full of declamation on the 〃Rights of Man。〃 The claims made in this little book were in advance of the opinion of that day； but they are claims that have in our day been conceded。 They are certainly not revolutionary in the opinion of the world that has become a hundred years older since the book was written。
At this the Mary Wollstonecraft had moved to rooms in Store Street； Bedford Square。 She was fascinated by Fuseli the painter； and he was a married man。 She felt herself to be too strongly drawn towards him； and she went to Paris at the close of the year 1792； to break the spell。 She felt lonely and sad； and was not the happier for being in a mansion lent to her； from which the owner was away； and in which she lived surrounded by his servants。 Strong womanly instincts were astir within her； and they were not all wise folk who had been drawn around her by her generous enthusiasm for the new hopes of the world； that made it then； as Wordsworth felt； a very heaven to the young。
Four months after she had gone to Paris； Mary Wollstonecraft met at the house of a merchant； with whose wife she had become intimate； an American named Gilbert Imlay。 He won her affections。 That was in April； 1793。 He had no means； and she had home embarrassments； for which she was unwilling that he should become in any way responsible。 A part of the new dream in some minds then was of a love too pure to need or bear the bondage of authority。 The mere forced union of marriage ties implied； it was said； a distrust of fidelity。 When Gilbert Imlay would have married Mary Wollstonecraft； she herself refused to bind him； she would keep him legally exempt from her responsibilities towards the father； sisters； brothers； whom she was supporting。 She took his name and called herself his wife； when the French Convention； indignant at the conduct of the British Government； issue a decree from the effects of which she would escape as the wife of a citizen of the United States。 But she did not marry。 She witnessed many of the horrors that came of the loosened passions of an untaught populace。 A child was born to hera girl whom she named after the dead friend of her own girlhood。 And then she found that she had leant upon a reed。 She was neglected； and was at last forsaken。 Having sent her to London； Imlay there visited her； to explain himself away。 She resolved on suicide； and in dissuading her from that he gave her hope again。 He needed somebody who had good judgment； and who cared for his interests； to represent him in some business affairs in Norway。 She undertook to act for him； and set out on the voyage only a week after she had determined to destroy herself。
The interest of this book which describes her travel is quickened by a knowledge of the heart…sorrow that underlies it all。 Gilbert Imlay had promised to meet her upon her return； and go with her to Switzerland。 But the letters she had from him in Sweden and Norway were cold； and she came back to find that she was wholly forsaken for an actress from a strolling company of players。 Then she went up the river to drown herself。 She paced the road at Putney on an October night； in 1795； in heavy rain； until her clothes were drenched； that she might sink more surely； and then threw herself from the top of Putney Bridge。
She was rescued； and lived on with deadened spirit。 In 1796 these 〃Letters from Sweden and Norway〃 were published。 Early in 1797 she was married to William Godwin。 On the 10th of September in the same year； at the age of thirty…eight； Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin died； after the birth of the daughter who lived to become the wife of Shelley。 The mother also would have lived； if a womanly feeling； in itself to be respected； had not led her also to unwise departure from the customs of the world。 Peace be to her memory。 None but kind thoughts can dwell upon the life of this too faithful disciple of Rousseau。
H。 M。
LETTERS WRITTEN DURING A SHORT RESIDENCE IN SWEDEN； NORWAY； AND DENMARK。
LETTER I。
Eleven days of weariness on board a vessel not intended for the accommodation of passengers have so exhausted my spirits； to say nothing of the other causes； with which you are already sufficiently acquainted； that it is with some difficulty I adhere to my determination of giving you my observations； as I travel through new scenes； whilst warmed with the impression they have made on me。
The captain； as I mentioned to you； promised to put me on shore at Arendall or Gothenburg in his way to Elsineur； but contrary winds obliged us to pass both places during the night。 In the morning； however； after we had lost sight of the entrance of the latter bay； the vessel was becalmed； and the captain； to oblige me； hanging out a signal for a pilot； bore down towards the shore。
My attention was particularly directed to the lighthouse； and you can scarcely imagine with what anxiety I watched two long hours for a boat to emancipate me； still no one appeared。 Every cloud that flitted on the horizon was hailed as a liberator； till approaching nearer； like most of the prospects sketched by hope； it dissolved under the eye into disappointment。
Weary of expectation； I then began to converse with the captain on the subject； and from the tenor of the information my questions drew forth I soon concluded that if I waited for a boat I had little chance of getting on shore at this place。 Despotism； as is usually the case； I found had here cramped the industry of man。 The pilots being paid by the king； and scantily； they will not run into any danger； or even quit their hovels； if they can possibly avoid it； only to fulfil what is termed their duty。 How different is it on the English coast； where； in the most stormy weather； boats immediately hail you； brought out by the expectation of extraordinary profit。
Disliking to sail for Elsineur； and still more to lie at anchor or cruise about the coast for several days； I exerted all my rhetoric to prevail on the captain to let me have the ship's boat； and though I added the most forcible of arguments； I for a long the addressed him in vain。
It is a kind of rule at sea not to send out a boat。 The captain was a good…natured man； but men with common minds seldom break through general rules。 Prudence is ever the resort of weakness； and they rarely go as far as they may in any undertaking who are determined not to go beyond it on any account。 If； however； I had some trouble with the captain； I did not lose much time with the sailors； for they； all alacrity； hoisted out the boat the moment I obtained permission； and promised to row me to the lighthouse。
I did not once allow myself to doubt of obtaining a conveyance from thence round the rocksand then away for Gothenburgconfinement is so unpleasant。
The day was fine； and I enjoyed the water till； approaching the little island； poor Marguerite； whose timidity always acts as a feeler before her adventuring spirit； began to wonder at our not seeing any inhabitants。 I did not listen to her。 But when； on landing； the same silence prevailed； I caught the alarm； which was not lessened by the sight of two old men whom we forced out of their wretched hut。 Scarcely human in their appearance； we with difficulty obtained an intelligible reply to our questions； the result of which was that they had no boat； and were not allowed to quit their post on any pretence。 But they informed us that there was at the other side； eight or ten miles over； a pilot's dwelling。 Two guineas tempted the sailors to risk the captain's displeasure； and once more embark to row me over。
The weather was pleasant； and the appearance of the shore so grand that I should have enjoyed the two hours it took to reach it； but for the fatigue which was too visible in the countenances of the sailors； who； instead of uttering a complaint； were； with the thoughtless hilarity peculiar to them； joking about the possibility of the captain's taking advantage of a slight westerly breeze； which was springing up； to sail without them。 Yet； in spite of their good humour； I could not help growing uneasy when the shore； receding； as it were； as we advanced； seemed to promise no end to their toil。 This anxiety increased when； turning into the most picturesque bay I ever saw； my eyes sought in vain for the vestige of a human habitation。 Before I could determine what step to take in such a dilemma （for I could not bear to think of returning to the ship）； the sight of a barge relieved me； and we hastened towards it for information。 We were immediately directed to pass some jutting rocks； when we should see a pilot's hut。
There was a solemn silence in this scene which made itself be felt。 The sunbeams that played on the ocean； scarcely ruffled by the lightest breeze； contrasted with the huge dark rocks； that looked like the rude materials of creation forming the barrier of unwrought space； forcibly struck me； but I should not have been sorry if the cottage had not appeared equally tranquil。 Approaching a retreat where strangers； especially women； so seldom appeared； I wondered that curiosity did not bring the beings who inhabited it to the windows
