Dialect in British Fiction: 1800-1836Funded by The Arts and Humanities Research CouncilSupported by The University of Sheffield
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The Woman of Colour, A Tale.
Author Details
Author Name:Unknown
Gender:Unknown
Anonymous:Yes
Publication Details
Publisher:Printed for Black, Parry and Kingsbury. [But these notes taken from 2008: Ontario, Broadview]
Place:London
Date:1808
Novel Details
Genre:Courtship; didactic/moralising; manners/society
Setting:West Indies; London
Period:Contemporary
Plot
The heroine is Olivia, a woman born to a white plantation owner and his black slave. According to the terms of her father's will, she is sent to England to marry her white cousin, Augustus, which will thereby ensure her large inheritance. If they do not marry, he gets nothing and it all passes to his brother. On the boat on the way over, Olivia befriends Mrs Honeywood and her son. On arrival, Olivia meets with some kindness but also a lot of prejudice, particularly from the brother's wife, Mrs. Merton. Augustus marries her despite hints that his heart lies elsewhere. After being very happy for a few months, it turns out that Augustus was previously secretly married, but made to believe that his wife was dead. She and their child are still alive and they are reunited. This puts Olivia into the brother's hands so she retreats to the Welsh borders with her maid Dido. Honeywood finds them and declares his love, but Olivia insists on considering herself as a widow to her husband, and that no one can supplant him in her memory. Eventually Olivia returns happily to Jamaica with Dido with a view to 'ameliorating the situation, in instructing the minds -- in mending the morals of our poor blacks."
Overview of the Dialect
The black maid, Dido, has extensive speech and is generally very positively portrayed, even if she is a bit of a "black mammy" figure (although I'm not sure that such a stereotype exists so early?). There is no other non-standard speech, partly because there is no interest in the plot in conversing with the lower orders.
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Speaker #1:Olivia - Heiress, but mixed race
Individual or Group:Individual
Primary Identity:Olivia
Gender:Female
Age:Adult - young
Narrative Voice:1st person
Role:Central

Social Role
Social Role Description:Heiress, but mixed race
Social Role Category:Aristocracy or gentry
Speaker's Origin
Place of Origin Description:West Indies
Place of Origin Category:Caribbean
Extract #1 dialect features: Metalanguage
Speakers: All , Olivia
I am just returned to my own little cabin, after a pretty long tete-a-tete for though my faithful Dido formed the third of the party, yet her half-broken language did not bear a principal share in the conversation; but as you well know, she will be heard on all occasions when she deems it right to speak.
Speakers: All , Dido, interlocutor, Olivia
Dido, every officiously happy and busy about her " Missee ," was standing behind the sofa (which she had drawn towards the table), and very assiduously watching for the colours I wanted, and rubbing them on the slab, pretending to be occupied, in order to retain her station; and at intervals I felt her removing and replacing the combs of my hair, and smoothing it gently down with her hands, then looking over my shoulder, marking the progress of my pencil, and exclaiming, "Ah, my goody Heaven ! if my dear Missee be not making the own good Massee's plantation , and all of dis little bit of brush, and dis bit of paper!"
Mrs. Honeywood lifted her head; looking at us through her spectacles, "I would give something to be able to take dat brush and dat bit of paper, Dido," said she, laughingly imitating her , "and paint your lady and yourself, as you are now placed before my eyes."
Dido grinned, while Mrs. Honeywood still looking at me, said, --
"I never view you on that seat, with Dido standing in her place in attendance, without figuring you in my imagination as some great princess going over to her betrothed lord."
" Iss , iss , my Missee be de queen of Indee , going over to marry wid de prince in England," said Dido, nodding very significantly."
Speakers: All , Dido, Olivia
"Ah, my dear Missee ," says she, "we shall be there again, as if we were at the dear Fairfield plantation, only that Dido won't see the dear little creatures of her own colour running about: -- but no matter, God Almighty provides for his own, and it be very, very hard , if poor Dido cannot find some little babies and there mammies to care after , and to doctor, and to feed with goodee things, from her goodee Missee , go where she will!"
"Yes, that would be hard, indeed, Dido."
"Besides, Dido be greater there," said she, drawing up her head, with that air of pride which seems in some sort natural to her character, especially when she feels a sense of injury -- "Besides Dido be great there, and housekeeper to her dear dearest lady , to Massa Fairfield's daughter: although here she be "blacky," and "wowsky," and "squabby," and "guashy," and all because she has a skin not quite so white, -- God Almighty help them all -- me don't mind that though, do we, my dear Missee ? But Mrs Merton's maid treats me, as if me was her slave ; and Dido was never slave but to her own Missee , and she was proud of that!"
Speakers: All , Dido, Olivia
Tears still stood on my cheeks, when Dido bolted in; a wise grin on her face, her black orbs sparkling like diamonds --
"What! my dear Missee crying? Ah! how glad me be to see dearest Mr. Honeywood once again ! Dido always did like Massa Honeywood; and me be so glad he lives but just here, for now my dear Missee can see him every day -- every day -- and he be living in so nice grand house ! -- Oh dear, dear! what fine gardens there be , Missee , at Massa Honeywood's! -- But ah , Missee , Missee !" tapping my cheek with her hand, " it be your own house, if you do like it ; -- me do know it be -- me do know it be !" and she clapped her hands together, and danced around the room with marks of the greatest delight in her manner.
"Dido," said I. It was of no use to speak; Dido heard me not.
" Iss , iss , me think it be very pretty house , indeed , -- it be like the dear Fairfield plantation ! Iss , iss , and me shall be housekeeper again , and have my bunch of keys at my own side ! for here, God help Dido , there be nothing to lock . Now , be then good Missee , my own Massa 's daughter!"
"Dido!" said I again, in rather a louder key. Dido turned round. "Dido, do you love your mistress?"
"You know Dido loves her Massa 's own daughter , better than she loves her own self."
"And you can be happy where your mistress is?"
"Oh iss , iss ! Where Missee be happy , Dido be so too ,"
"Then we shall both be very comfortable here."
"Not here !" said Dido, and her arms fell lumphishly down at her sides.
"And why not here?"
" Massa Honeywood's be very fine house!"
"Very likely I shall never go to see it."
"Never! -- Oh, my dearee Missee !"
" Never , Dido!"
" Oh, my good God almighty! me thought -- Dido did think -- but 'tis all of one -- me know nothing in this England town, but disappointments -- me will never believe any thing that me sees again, -- no, that me won't ; for me cou'd have well sworn, that when Massa Honeywood comed here , this very morning, that he wou'd have asked my dear Missee to come and live to his house ; for me was sure -- me thought -- that my Missee was his own very sweetheart!"
Speaker #2:Dido - Lady's maid, slave
Individual or Group:Individual
Primary Identity:Dido
Gender:Female
Age:Adult - unspecified age
Narrative Voice:1st person
Role:Central

Social Role
Social Role Description:Lady's maid, slave
Social Role Category:Slave
Speaker's Origin
Place of Origin Description:West Indies
Place of Origin Category:Caribbean
Speakers: All , Dido, interlocutor, Olivia
Dido, every officiously happy and busy about her " Missee ," was standing behind the sofa (which she had drawn towards the table), and very assiduously watching for the colours I wanted, and rubbing them on the slab, pretending to be occupied, in order to retain her station; and at intervals I felt her removing and replacing the combs of my hair, and smoothing it gently down with her hands, then looking over my shoulder, marking the progress of my pencil, and exclaiming, "Ah, my goody Heaven ! if my dear Missee be not making the own good Massee's plantation , and all of dis little bit of brush, and dis bit of paper!"
Mrs. Honeywood lifted her head; looking at us through her spectacles, "I would give something to be able to take dat brush and dat bit of paper, Dido," said she, laughingly imitating her , "and paint your lady and yourself, as you are now placed before my eyes."
Dido grinned, while Mrs. Honeywood still looking at me, said, --
"I never view you on that seat, with Dido standing in her place in attendance, without figuring you in my imagination as some great princess going over to her betrothed lord."
" Iss , iss , my Missee be de queen of Indee , going over to marry wid de prince in England," said Dido, nodding very significantly."
Speakers: All , Dido, Olivia
"Ah, my dear Missee ," says she, "we shall be there again, as if we were at the dear Fairfield plantation, only that Dido won't see the dear little creatures of her own colour running about: -- but no matter, God Almighty provides for his own, and it be very, very hard , if poor Dido cannot find some little babies and there mammies to care after , and to doctor, and to feed with goodee things, from her goodee Missee , go where she will!"
"Yes, that would be hard, indeed, Dido."
"Besides, Dido be greater there," said she, drawing up her head, with that air of pride which seems in some sort natural to her character, especially when she feels a sense of injury -- "Besides Dido be great there, and housekeeper to her dear dearest lady , to Massa Fairfield's daughter: although here she be "blacky," and "wowsky," and "squabby," and "guashy," and all because she has a skin not quite so white, -- God Almighty help them all -- me don't mind that though, do we, my dear Missee ? But Mrs Merton's maid treats me, as if me was her slave ; and Dido was never slave but to her own Missee , and she was proud of that!"
Speakers: All , Dido, Olivia
Tears still stood on my cheeks, when Dido bolted in; a wise grin on her face, her black orbs sparkling like diamonds --
"What! my dear Missee crying? Ah! how glad me be to see dearest Mr. Honeywood once again ! Dido always did like Massa Honeywood; and me be so glad he lives but just here, for now my dear Missee can see him every day -- every day -- and he be living in so nice grand house ! -- Oh dear, dear! what fine gardens there be , Missee , at Massa Honeywood's! -- But ah , Missee , Missee !" tapping my cheek with her hand, " it be your own house, if you do like it ; -- me do know it be -- me do know it be !" and she clapped her hands together, and danced around the room with marks of the greatest delight in her manner.
"Dido," said I. It was of no use to speak; Dido heard me not.
" Iss , iss , me think it be very pretty house , indeed , -- it be like the dear Fairfield plantation ! Iss , iss , and me shall be housekeeper again , and have my bunch of keys at my own side ! for here, God help Dido , there be nothing to lock . Now , be then good Missee , my own Massa 's daughter!"
"Dido!" said I again, in rather a louder key. Dido turned round. "Dido, do you love your mistress?"
"You know Dido loves her Massa 's own daughter , better than she loves her own self."
"And you can be happy where your mistress is?"
"Oh iss , iss ! Where Missee be happy , Dido be so too ,"
"Then we shall both be very comfortable here."
"Not here !" said Dido, and her arms fell lumphishly down at her sides.
"And why not here?"
" Massa Honeywood's be very fine house!"
"Very likely I shall never go to see it."
"Never! -- Oh, my dearee Missee !"
" Never , Dido!"
" Oh, my good God almighty! me thought -- Dido did think -- but 'tis all of one -- me know nothing in this England town, but disappointments -- me will never believe any thing that me sees again, -- no, that me won't ; for me cou'd have well sworn, that when Massa Honeywood comed here , this very morning, that he wou'd have asked my dear Missee to come and live to his house ; for me was sure -- me thought -- that my Missee was his own very sweetheart!"
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