We are not utterly cut off. There was, for instance, Mary Collier. An agricultural laborer, a washerwoman, and a poet. She was taught the crude elements of reading and writing and, in the midst of her toils, took some precious time out of the day to read. She read, for instance, Stephan Duck, another peasant poet, and noted his disparaging words about women “sitting in the fields” rather than swinging their scythes. She cried out against the lie here in her own poem, The Woman’s Labour an epistle to Stephan Duck, which was published in 1739. Collier gives us first hand an account of standing outside in the cold winter dark of early mourning, waiting for the maid to get up and let her and other washerwomen into the house, so they could begin the laundry. But when from Wind and Weather we get in, Briskly with Courage we our Work begin ; Heaps of fine Linen we before us view, Whereon to lay our Strength and Patience too ; Cambricks and Muſlins, which our Ladies wear, Laces and Edgings, co
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