Who is Matilda Betham

Mary Matilda Betham, known by family and friends as Matilda Betham (16 November 1776 – 30 September 1852),:143 was an English diarist, poet, woman of letters, and miniature portrait painter. She exhibited paintings at the Royal Academy of Arts from 1804 to 1816. Her first of four books of verses was published in 1797. For six years, she researched notable historical women around the world and published A Biographical Dictionary of the Celebrated Women of Every Age and Country in 1804.

Early life She was the eldest of fourteen children born to Rev. William Betham of Stonham Aspal, Suffolk and Mary Damant of Eye, Suffolk.:91 Her father researched and published books on royal and English baronetage genealogy. He was also a schoolmaster and the Anglican recto...
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  • In__search: alama iqbal, wrote national anthem for pakistan, stolen word by word from matilda betham-edwards, a british poet nothing is original, not even aasmani kitab, all stolen, cut copy and paste technology also invented 1400 years back
  • Keswickmuseum: have you had any adventurous countryside walks and encountered a stile too far? this illustration of bertha southey struggling with a stile was made by her friend mary matilda betham, with the accompanying poem:
  • Poemas_del_alma: matilda betham-edwards
  • Lawsonlaws17: "god make my life a little hymn of tenderness and praise, of faith, that never waxeth dim, in all his wondrous ways." (matilda barbara betham-edwards, 1836-1919).
  • Susan1878: matilda betham was born at westerfield, near ipswich in 1836.
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John Greenleaf Whittier Poem
The Light That Is Felt
 by John Greenleaf Whittier

A tender child of summers three,
Seeking her little bed at night,
Paused on the dark stair timidly.
'Oh, mother! Take my hand,' said she,
'And then the dark will all be light.'

We older children grope our way
From dark behind to dark before;

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