An Essay written on Feb 27, 1847

[Written as one paragraph; broken up here into paragraphs for easier reading.]

Can't

This little word I must confess can furnish me with no sublime, or lofty sentiments of which to weave a composition, but as it is so often intruding itself into my affairs, and annoying me with its determined efforts to frustrate every good attempt I cannot refrain from mentioning some of its principal characteristics, and also some of the various means it uses to establish its authority. It will be unnecessary for me to say anything respecting its derivation, or its meaning, as it has probably made itself known to all, who manifested any willingness to form the acquaintance.

For my own part, I am fully sensible that the benefit received from the intimacy which I have ever maintained with it, is exceedingly small, still I know not how to refuse its urgent solicitations to be yet regarded as a friend - nor would I be willingly, entirely to discard it, as it has occasionally manifested a strong desire to be instrumental of good - but it often reminds me of those persons, who not satisfied with gratifying their propensity to rule in their own place, and sphere, are found endeavoring to influence, or control all who come within their reach.

It has often caused me trouble, especially since I came to Holyoke. First, when the "Examination" was the all-engrossing subject of attention, almost it persuaded me to relinquish my long-cherished design, of spending a season in this "far famed school" but by resolving not to listen to its discouraging voice, I came off victorious, and imagined my enemy was in chains, but when the numberless rules, for our strict observance appeared, then it was that "Can't" again lifted high its voice in opposition, and not only tried my patience but brought sorrow to my teacher's heart, which of all things, I would most avoid.

Next, when the composition act was passed, which it was beyond our power to repeal, "Can't" was more than ever determined to assert its chains, and but for the faithful premonition given, of its utter inability to conquer, I have no doubt, but that conspiracy more daring than has yet been known, would have been quickly formed, and all "the laws of the Medes and Persians" involved in one common ruin.

Its forces although small, have not been unsuccessful but under Wo'nt the most distinguished general of the army, have gained decided victories. I acknowledge though it is with shame, that by it, I have been entirely defeated, as this day's work most assuredly proves, for my Composition has once, yes twice been demanded, but it is not found.

Strange! that that serious crime tardiness, is so often proved against it, but, the truth is, I can't has confined it in the dungeon of ignorance, and unskillfulness - True, it has in former times been so fortunate as to escape from the strong holds of its victor, but never without the marks of degradation and defeat, and now as I have in vain entreated those, whom I once looked upon as friends, to help me out of my emergency, I have resolved upon submission, and most consent, though it be against my will, to remain forever under the cruel and despised dominion of I "Can't" -

Harriet Ely.

Holyoke Sem. Feb 27. 1847.