Lady Wilde had a special interest in Irish folktales, which she helped to gather. Her eldest son William Wilde became a journalist and poet, her younger son Oscar Wilde became a prolific and famous writer, and her daughter Isola Wilde died in childhood. Her great-grandfather was an Italian who had come to Wexford in oscar wilde the decay of lying pdf 18th century. Speranza” wrote commentary calling for armed revolution in Ireland.
Duffy refused to name who had written the offending article. Speranza” reputedly stood up in court and claimed responsibility for the article. The confession was ignored by the authorities. But in any event the newspaper was permanently shut down by the authorities. She was an early advocate of women’s rights, and campaigned for better education for women.
She praised the passing of the Married Women’s Property Act of 1883, preventing women from having to enter marriage ‘as a bond slave, disenfranchised of all rights over her fortune’. William Wilde was knighted in January 1864, but the family celebrations were short-lived, for in the same year Sir William and Lady Wilde were at the centre of a sensational Dublin court case regarding a young woman called Mary Travers, the daughter of a colleague of Sir William’s, who claimed that he had seduced her and who then brought an action against Lady Wilde for libel. 2,000 were awarded against Lady Wilde. Then, in 1867, their daughter Isola died of fever at the age of nine.
In 1871 the two illegitimate daughters of Sir William burned to death in an accident and in 1876 Sir William himself died. The family discovered that he was virtually bankrupt. Lady Wilde left Dublin for London in 1879, where she joined her two sons, Willie, a journalist, and Oscar, who was making a name for himself in literary circles. January 1896 and, dying, asked for permission to see Oscar, who was in prison. Oscar’s prison cell as she died at her home, 146 Oakley Street, Chelsea, on 3 February 1896.
A headstone proved too expensive and she was buried anonymously in common ground. A monument to her, in the form of a Celtic cross, was erected at Kensal Green Cemetery by the Oscar Wilde Society in about 1999. Foley and Ryder, Dublin: Four Courts Press, 1998. Oscar Wilde and the New Woman”.
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