Maria Edgeworth’s most famous (or infamous) short story is “The Purple Jar,” the first in the series of the Rosamund stories, which began appearing in The Parent’s Assistant (1796). Why has this story overshadowed the series showing how a lively seven-year-old girl developed into an intelligent,thoughtful, and engaging young woman? Possibly because so many readers have been somewhat taken aback by the behavior of Rosamund’s mother on the shopping trip in London. During an awkward moment with her daughter, she might have exercised her authority gently to avoid an unpleasant outcome, but instead she chose to treat it as a teachable moment and let things take their course.
When Rosamund and her mother visit the apothecary’s shop, the little girl is captivated by a jar she wrongly assumes to be made of deep purple glass. She begs her mother to buy it for her, but her mother sensibly explains why she will not. When it is clear that Rosamund is unlikely to change her mind, her mother gives her the choice of the jar or a new pair of shoes, but not both. After some more thought, Rosamund decides she will take the jar. When the precious jar is delivered to the house, Rosamund discovers almost immediately that the luscious color comes from the nasty-smelling liquid it contains. Once the liquid has been poured out, an ordinary clear glass container remains. Her mother holds her to her decision and will neither return the jar nor purchase the new shoes for another four weeks.
Of course Rosamund should not have ignored the evidence from her senses that her shoes were completely worn out. Stones were getting in through the tattered soles, which made walking even a short distance rather painful. But her lively imagination presented such a glorious image of that purple jar filled with flowers on the mantel that she ignored her mother’s suggestion to inspect the jar, just in case it was not what it seemed. Possession of the jar, Rosamund convinced herself, would bring her a degree of happiness that no pair of shoes could.
Rosamund’s second fatal mistake is the more intriguing of the two because it involved a different kind of intelligence. Like a fairy, her mother promised to grant her one wish and one wish only. Rosamund should have realized (maybe) that she was in exactly same situation as a heroine in a fairy tale and o course, no fairy is not obliged to sit down and review the pros and cons of a wish on offer. Another reason why Rosamund should have been more cautious before she leapt. By choosing the purple jar instead of the shoes, she ended up with the equivalent of a sausage hanging where her nose should be, just like the silly wife in Charles’ Perrault’s “The Three Wishes,” but without the luxury of one more wish to put things to rights again.What Rosamund realizes during her month of stumbling around in down-at-the-heel shoes, is how difficult it is to anticipate where you will need to go. Her shoes were so disgraceful that her father left her at home while the rest of the family visited a glass house, a sight she very much wanted to see. No shoes, no outing. Rosamund’s journey in “The Purple Jar” was not as long as Dorothy’s on the Yellow Brick Road, but it was no less arduous for having taken place inside of her head, being the first step on the road to maturity. While Rosamund wanted to be a sensible, intelligent and independent person, she also sensed that it would be good to hold on to the capacity for magical thinking that got her in trouble in the first place: “Oh mamma, how I wish that I had chosen the shoes–they would have been of so much more use to me than that jar: however, I am sure–no not quite sure, but I hope, I shall be wiser another time.”
“The Purple Jar” looks like nothing more than a realistic story in easy language for young children. Yet the way Edgeworth skillfully weaves fairy tale elements into an everyday incident underscores its importance in her life. It implies that there is no learning without curiosity, imagination, or chance of making mistakes.
This post is dedicated to the memory of Mitzi Myers, who loved and understood Rosamund perhaps better than anyone except Edgeworth herself.