Stray Thoughts for Girls — Inside the Classic
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Lord was mocking us when He said, "Be ye perfect, as your Father in Heaven is perfect."
To know our ideal is one step towards attaining it. "So run, not as uncertainly; so fight, not as one that beateth the air." Before taking such a definite step in life as leaving school, it would be very interesting to draw up a plan of what you would like your life to be, and also of what you hope to make of the life apparently before you, which may be very different from the life you would like. If you kept it, like sealed orders, for five years, it would be interesting to see how your views had changed, and how prayers had been answered in unexpected ways, and it would also be a solemn warning to see, as we assuredly should, that wilful prayers had been heard to our hurt.
Bacon, when he made a new start as Solicitor-General, made a survey of his life, past and future, his faults and blunders, his strong and weak points, his hopes, the books he meant to read and to write, the friends he wished to make. I am sure that thinking over our own lives as a whole would strengthen and guide us. We rush into action and fight our best, but we do not make a plan of the campaign, and thus much of our energy is wasted by misdirected effort; and, in leaving a school-life of rule and regularity, you will be much tempted to slip through the day without the safeguard of a life of Rule; but, until you _are_ the saints you are _called_ to be, you cannot afford to do without this help. We must remember the warning of St. Francis de Sales against playing at being angels before we are men and women.
On the other hand, you will need to guard against the temptation to make your rules unbending and inconsiderate, to follow your ideal, heedless of the fact that you thereby become tiresome to your people. How often the home people feel jealous of school, and say it has cut a girl off from her home interests, that she comes back full of outside friendships and interests and new principles. Of course she does; if not, what good would school have done her? But she ought to feel how natural and how _loving_ is this (often unexpressed) jealousy, and, by sympathetic tact, to avoid rousing it, and not to be always thrusting school interests down home throats. The duty of a life of rule at home is all the more complex because home pleasures are duties too; if it was only a question of self-denial it would be plain sailing, but your mother likes you to go out, and your brothers want you, and if you refuse to enjoy yourself it hurts them: if you even betray that you would rather be doing something else, you spoil their pleasure, for a "martyr" to home duty is a most depressing sight to gods and men. And the complexity lies in the fact that you enjoy going, and conscience pricks you every now and then because you never read, and you seem to go through the day in a slipshod way, with no definite rule,--no daily cross-bearing, no self-restraint to give salt to the day. At school you have a definite duty of self-improvement set before you, and everything urges you to follow it. This remains a duty when you go home, but it is very hard to reconcile it with the many things that clash--not the least of these being our own laziness when the help of external pressure is taken away. You have had intellectual advantages, and you will be downright sinful if you fritter all your time away over flowers and tennis, and never read because you do not like to be thought unsociable: you are bound to improve your talents, but take it as your motto, that _rules should be iron when they clash with our own wishes, and wax when they clash with those of others_.
Lucy Soulsby opens Stray Thoughts for Girls by defining the 'awkward age' not as a fixed span of years but as a stage of uncertainty, when a girl 'cannot answer' the question of what niche she fits. The preface frames the book as a set of 'suggestions' for those caught between childhood and a clear adult role, dedicating it to girls at this uncomfortable threshold. Soulsby’s voice is direct and self-aware, acknowledging that the awkwardness may be either the girl’s 'misfortune or her fault.'
The 1903 edition expands the original 1893 collection with new papers on 'Making Plans,' 'Conversation,' and 'Sunday,' while omitting 'Coming out.' This revision history suggests Soulsby saw the book as a living project, adjusting its contents to match the evolving concerns of her readers.
The Home as a School of Discipline
Soulsby treats home life not as a backdrop but as the central arena for moral training. In the excerpt on 'friction at home,' she argues that leaving home to escape difficulties is like a minister who says, 'let us look it boldly in the face,—and pass it by.' She insists that a girl must 'wrestle with that difficulty till she wrung from it the blessing.' The language is muscular and almost combative: home is a 'school' where the girl must 'learn to fit in,' and the duty is to 'know your own work, and do it.'
She draws a parallel between school forms and home life: just as a student must adapt to a new form after a remove, a girl must adapt to the 'higher and far more difficult work' of home. This analogy grounds her advice in the everyday experience of her readers, making the abstract concept of duty concrete. She does not romanticize home; she acknowledges it can be a place of 'friction and peevishness,' but insists that the struggle itself is the path to peace.
Filial Piety as a Root Virtue
Soulsby elevates filial piety to a foundational virtue, linking it to both Christian and classical ideals. She writes that 'the present very general eclipse of the old Roman virtue of filial piety lies at the root of much of the unsound work, and of the undone work, of the present day.' This claim is striking: she sees neglect of parents as a cause of broader social failure, not merely a private failing.
She anticipates objections by granting, for argument's sake, that the 'original debt' might be on the parents' side, but insists the daughter remains 'bound as ever to show them submission and devotion.' Her reasoning appeals to both Christian love and 'Pagan' strength, citing the commandment to love one's brother as a test of loving God. The argument is layered: she uses logic, scripture, and the 'hereditary sense of mankind' to build her case, showing a rhetorical sophistication that goes beyond simple moralizing.
A Conversational, Quotation-Rich Style
Soulsby’s prose is peppered with quotations from Gray, Wordsworth, Matthew Arnold, and the Wisdom of Solomon, as well as allusions to the Ugly Duckling and Punch. These references are not ornamental; they serve as touchstones for her arguments. For instance, she opens with the Ugly Duckling’s question 'Can you purr—can you lay eggs?' to capture the girl’s sense of not fitting in. The epigraphs to the contents page—on mother, sister, and wife—signal a thematic structure that the book will explore.
Her tone is often blunt and occasionally humorous. She quotes a minister who 'looks difficulty in the face—and passes it by,' and she cites Punch’s caricature of a girl who becomes a nurse only after her parents become inconvenient. This lightness leavens the seriousness of her subject, making her advice feel like a conversation rather than a sermon. The reader is addressed directly as 'you,' and Soulsby frequently anticipates objections, as when she says, 'Have any of you the lurking thought, "I was born by no choice of my own"?'
The Structure of a Revised Collection
The 1903 edition is explicitly a revision: Soulsby added five new papers, omitted one, and altered another. This revision history is part of the book’s identity. The contents list shows a mix of practical topics ('Making Plans,' 'Conversation,' 'Sunday') and more thematic ones ('Aunt Rachel; or, Old Maids’ Children,' 'Friendship and Love'). The book does not follow a linear argument but offers 'stray thoughts'—a series of essays that can be read independently.
The preface to the new edition notes that the present form 'match[es] the other volumes of "Stray Thoughts,"' implying that this is part of a series. Readers coming to this book should expect a collection of discrete pieces rather than a single sustained treatise. The dedication to 'Girls at the "Awkward Age"' and the epigraph from The Winter’s Tale—'An unlessoned girl, unschool’d, unpractis'd'—set the tone for a work that aims to school its readers in the practical and moral arts of womanhood, but does so through a series of pointed, essayistic interventions rather than a systematic curriculum.
Reading Stray Thoughts for Girls as a first-time reader, it helps to treat each essay as a standalone piece while noticing how Soulsby’s recurring concerns—duty, self-discipline, the home—weave through the collection. Her voice is that of an experienced older friend, not a distant authority. She expects her readers to think critically, even to disagree, but she never lets them off the hook. The book rewards a slow, reflective reading, perhaps one essay at a time, allowing its blend of quotation, anecdote, and argument to sink in.
Reading Lucy Soulsby’s blunt tenderness about domestic friction, I felt the odd quiet of her parlor. It reminded me of another old friend, a volume of essays that sits beside my chair, patient as a cat. Both share that unhurried, conversational weight. I pulled down Among My Books. Second Series — A Closer Reading and simply sat with the memory of it.
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