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A useful education served women best, More thought. To __earn how to grow old gracefully is perhaps one of the rarest and most valuable arts which can be taught to a woman._ Yet, when beauty is all that is expected or desired in a woman, she is left with nothing in its absence. It __s a most severe trail for those women to be called to lay down beauty, who have nothing else to take up. It is for this sober season of life that education should lay up its rich resources,_ she argued.
Fierce Convictions: The Extraordinary Life of Hannah More__oet, Reformer, Abolitionist
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A useful education served women best, More thought. To __earn how to grow old gracefully is perhaps one of the rarest and most valuable arts which can be taught to a woman._ Yet, when beauty is all that is expected or desired in a woman, she is left with nothing in its absence. It __s a most severe trail for those women to be called to lay down beauty, who have nothing else to take up. It is for this sober season of life that education should lay up its rich resources,_ she argued.
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