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“Is it to be imagined ... that women were made for no other purpose than to fabricate sweetmeats and gingerbread, construct shirts, darn stockings, and become mothers of possible presidents? Assuredly not. Should the women of America ever discover what their power might be, and compare it with what it is, much improvement might be hoped for.”

Quote by Frances Trollope

Work

Domestic Manners of the Americans: Complete in One Volume

This book offers an in-depth look at the social practices, daily routines, and cultural norms of Americans as observed by the author during the early 19th century. more

Author

Frances Trollope
Frances Trollope

Frances Trollope, born on March 10, 1779, and died on October 6, 1863, was a renowned British novelist known for her social satirical novels. more

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