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Unbridling the Tongues of Women - The University of Adelaide

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<strong>Unbridling</strong> <strong>the</strong> tongues <strong>of</strong> women<br />

Once launched in <strong>the</strong> 1870s, Miss Spence won acclaim and affection for her<br />

‘rare gifts <strong>of</strong> speech and intellect’. At home in <strong>Adelaide</strong>, a reporter was to praise a<br />

sermon he heard her deliver, approving her slight Scots accent, her clear, firm voice<br />

and her unselfconsciousness. Ano<strong>the</strong>r observer exclaimed over her speech to a public<br />

meeting: ‘Does not Miss Spence speak well and clearly’. Abroad, too, in 1893-4, she<br />

elicited enthusiasm. Even in <strong>the</strong> United States, where a woman speaking in public<br />

was not such a rare phenomenon by <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> nineteenth century, Ca<strong>the</strong>rine<br />

Spence’s public address at <strong>the</strong> World Congress <strong>of</strong> Charities & Corrections in Chicago<br />

gained, she reported, ‘a most attentive hearing, and was frequently interrupted<br />

by applause, which is not such a common thing in America as it is in Australia’. A<br />

charismatic speaker, she was: fur<strong>the</strong>r east she presented, she was told, ‘<strong>the</strong> finest political<br />

address given in Boston for ten years’.<br />

Ca<strong>the</strong>rine Spence knew that she was carving out a new path along which o<strong>the</strong>r<br />

women would follow her. When she insisted on giving her own lecture to <strong>the</strong> South<br />

Australian Institute, an unprecedented innovation in 1871, she did so, she said, ‘to<br />

make it easier henceforward for any woman who felt she had something to say to<br />

stand up and say it’.<br />

<strong>Unbridling</strong> <strong>the</strong> tongues <strong>of</strong> women: a biography <strong>of</strong> Ca<strong>the</strong>rine Helen Spence began life<br />

as a <strong>the</strong>sis for a Master <strong>of</strong> Arts degree at <strong>the</strong> Australian National <strong>University</strong>,<br />

completed in 1971. Subsequently, I was advised to send it to Melbourne <strong>University</strong><br />

Press, <strong>the</strong> principal publisher <strong>of</strong> Australian historical work. It came back with a letter<br />

saying that <strong>the</strong>y thought it was very well written, but that <strong>the</strong>re was no market for<br />

books about women. This was in 1973, just two years before International <strong>Women</strong>’s<br />

Year and <strong>the</strong> appearance <strong>of</strong> Anne Summers’ Damned Whores and God’s Police, Beverley<br />

Kingston’s My Wife, My Daughter, and Poor Mary Ann, and later, Miriam Dixson’s <strong>The</strong><br />

Real Matilda, so Melbourne <strong>University</strong> Press missed out on what might have been a<br />

small scoop. My <strong>the</strong>sis was eventually published by Hale & Iremonger in 1985.<br />

At <strong>the</strong> heart <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> researches that I carried out was Ca<strong>the</strong>rine Spence’s Autobiography,<br />

a work that she wrote during her last months, sometimes in indelible pencil<br />

because she was writing in bed, and, she said, ‘A nice state I and <strong>the</strong> sheets would be<br />

in if I used ink’. Following it fairly closely, I depicted her on a journey which brought<br />

her, at <strong>the</strong> celebration <strong>of</strong> her eightieth birthday in 1905, to <strong>the</strong> declaration, ‘I am a<br />

New Woman, and I know it’.<br />

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