#ArchiveLadiesWhoLead: Ellen Hardin Walworth

#ArchiveLadiesWhoLead: Ellen Hardin Walworth 1

Image Credit: Library of Congress, Rare Book and Special Collections Division, National American Woman Suffrage Association Collection.

 

Ellen Hardin Walworth was one of the four founders of the National Society of the Daughters of the American Revolution in 1890 and has a personal connection to St. Augustine. Her brother, General Martin D. Hardin, U. S. Army, Retired rented the house at 22 St. Francis Street–or the Tovar House as it is known today.

She was the first editor of American Monthly Magazine, the official publication of the DAR. As a leader in the movement to save the Revolutionary War battlefield at Saratoga, New York, she authored a visitors’ guide to the site in 1877 and in 1891 a history titled, Battles of Saratoga: 1777.

Mrs. Walworth was actively involved with The Geneva (NY) Political Equality Club along with Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan B. Anthony. In 1898, she delivered a lecture “Five Drills in Parliamentary Procedure” to help women organize to gain the right to vote.

Mrs. Walworth visited her brother’s winter home on St. Francis Street and wrote the following poem. It was published first in the New York Home Journal and reprinted in The Tatler in 1892.

 

CASA DEL CAÑONAZA

Without my window’s fair expanse,

Spread southern skies of deepest blue,

And drifting clouds the scene enhance,

Above the bay of azure hue.

Close by the window’s ledge are seen,

A hundred golden balls that bend

Beneath their leaves of glistening green,

And orange blooms their odors lend.

‘Twixt tree and bay the barracks stand

Where monks their quiet cloister reared;

Now soldiers’ tread and martial band

Sound where the vesper song was heard.

The wand of modern life has cast

It’s spell o’er convent hall and court,

As high the flagstaff like a mast,

Flings from its shaft the flag in sport.

And stern the evening gun reports

The day expired, for good or ill,

While echoes vibrate from old forts,

That of past ages whisper still.