FREE ESSAY ON DOLLY MADISON

DOLLY MADISON

Dolly Payne Madison was born in Guilford County, North Carolina on May 20, 1768. Dolly was
born the first girl in a family of several children to Quaker parents, John Payne and
Mary Coles. She spent her childhood in Scotchtown, Virginia. The Paynes were well
connected and sufficiently prosperous, small planters in Hanover County.1 The Quaker
house forbade festivity, shunned amusement and frowned upon the world's vanities. After a
preliminary visit to Philadelphia, John Payne returned to Hanover County to dispose of
his property and free his slaves and in July 1783 he settled with his family in the
pleasant city of Philadelphia.
In Philadelphia Dolly brought loveliness and charm to the Quaker Evening Meetings. In her
mind, however, there were other things in Philadelphia more engrossing than the routine
of meetings. Under her Quaker gown Dolly's heart yearned, frankly and without any shame,
for these things. Yet, when her family told her to marry John Todd, she stood up
dutifully at first and second meeting and proclaimed her willingness to do so. His father
was an eminent Quaker schoolteacher; John was a prominent young lawyer, twenty-seven
years old. She did not contend against John Todd. Dolly had the ability to accept
whatever fate might have to offer and make the very best of it.2 They were married on
January 7, 1790, at the Friends' Meeting House on Pine Street.
In the summer of 1793 there came the yellow plague. Dolly was struggling with her
children along the crowded road to Gray's Ferry, one of the panic driven throngs escaping
from the stricken city. John Todd stayed behind to give his able bodied and courageous
help, and before the winter was over Dolly had lost her husband and her baby. Dolly
herself was desperately ill for she had caught the fever from John when he came
staggering out at last to Gray's Ferry. She recovered to find herself a widow at
twenty-five, and executrix of her husband's will. In the fall Dolly returned to her
mother's house, which was now a boarding house.
At all events, the Senator from New York, Colonel Aaron Burr, lodged at the Madison
Lodging House. He told everyone about the pretty widow Todd. He finally told his friend
Congressman Madison of Virginia. The Congressman, however, disliked women after Catherine
Floyd had ended their long engagement. One day James Madison saw the widow driving by and
began pestering Colonel Burr for an introduction. In the spring of 1794 Dolly and James
were introduced for the first time. It was not long before their engagement was rumored
all over Philadelphia. John Todd had not been dead a year when, on September 15, 1794,
James and Dolly were married at Harewood.
Now there was a new Philadelphia for Quaker Dolly, the Philadelphia she had always longed
for. The town had never been more gay, a continually changing pageant of foreign guests
and ministers.3 A brilliant scene graced by the presence of many of the emigrated
nobility of France. In her new role, as Mrs. Madison of Montpellier, Dolly plunged into
these festivities with all the stored-up zest of her restrained girlhood. For three years
Dolly brought a fresh, bright personality to enliven Lady Washington's somewhat stuffy
levees in the old brick house on Market Street. Dolly Madison adored the Washington's.
Dolly made friends in all camps for James Madison, which probably helped him win
presidency. He did not care for all the routs and levees so he retired to his beloved
town of Montpellier, to his solitude and his books.
On the morning of March 4, 1801 the Federalists were defeated, and Thomas Jefferson was
to take his place as President of the United States. Soon secretary of state Madison and
his wife were dragged away from Montpellier again and came to reside in Washington.
Present me respectfully to Mrs. Madison, Mr. Jefferson wrote, and pray her to keep you
where you are, for her own satisfaction and for the public good.4 Since Mr. Jefferson was
fond of them both, and because he was a widower, Mrs. Secretary of State Madison found
herself presiding at the head of the Executive board. For eight years, Queen Dolly, as
they called her, ruled over the social destinies of the Executive Mansion in spite of the
demands upon her strength and the humidity of the malarial marshes, which crippled her
with inflammatory rheumatism from which she suffered for the rest of her life.
In March, 1809, Mr. Jefferson retired, smiling to Monticello; Mr. Madison inevitably
became President, and Dolly moved into that Great House of which she had already been
mistress so long. After Madison became president official functions became more
elaborate. The inaugural ceremonies were none the less brilliant and impressive. The
President's House became known as the castle in the Madison era. Washington was coming
into its own, blessed with more attractions than any other place in America.5
Tuesday, August 23, 1814, Mrs. Secretary of the Navy Jones found it necessary to write to
Dolly that, I am packing with the possibility of having to leave, for the British are
near. There was suppose to be a big dinner for all the Cabinet at the Madison's but the
British fleet was in the Chesapeake. British troops were marching through the woods to
Washington and the Cabinet officers were with the President at General Winder's camp. The
British kept right on marching by the Bladensburg road which no one had thought to
obstruct, and instead of dining at Dolly's, the Cabinet went streaming across the country
to Bladensburg with the army. On Wednesday, August 24, there was a battle. An unfortunate
battle in which the base British fired rockets at the astonished militia, so that they
departed in some confusion to their homes. At Washington that afternoon there was tumult
and clamor in the streets. Dolly scanned the horizon with a spyglass and saw nothing to
encourage her. There was a dust of departing family coaches.
Dolly is best known for her flight from Washington in 1814, when the British invaded the
city during the War of 1812. She saved many state papers and a portrait of George
Washington. At three o'clock a messenger came galloping up and told Dolly that she must
leave. For the second time in American history, the British were coming! At Dolly's
suggestion, French John Siousa and Magrau, the gardener, broke the frame containing
Gilbert Stuart's portrait of Mr. Washington and gave the picture to some gentlemen for
safe keeping. Dolly herself passed through the dining room, crammed some things into her
reticule, and was then driven to Georgetown in her carriage.
The Castle was abandoned; to be raided, first, by American stragglers, and then to be
burned by the British who conflagrated it after marching fifty sailors and marines
silently through the avenue. Mrs. Smith wrote to Dolly, How gloomy is the scene, I do not
suppose Government will ever return to Washington.6 The Castle was conflagrated, only
it's blackened walls remained, and Dolly established herself in the Tayloe mansion, the
famous brick Octagon.
On February 4, 1815, there was news in the streets of victory at New Orleans, and the
name of President-to-be on every tongue. On February 13, Mr. Gallatin, Mr. Adams, Mr.
Clay, Mr. Bayard, and Mr. Russell had made a treaty. The whole town went to Mrs.
Madison's; someone was ringing a dinner bell. It was a gay winter; the Peace Winter of
1815. On March, 1817 Mr. Monroe won Presidency and the play was done for Dolly.
Now there was noting but Montpellier and the calm monotonous beauty of the Blue Ridge.
Dolly was now forty-nine. After the Castle and the Octagon, there was a quiet, slightly
dilapidated, colonnaded mansion against a background of unchanging trees. Dolly was to
spend the next twenty years, quite cheerfully and serenely in her native state. She still
received a succession of visitors.
Then the accumulating years brought separation and sorrow, Mr. Monroe died in 1831,
Dolly's sister, Anna Cutt, in 1832, and at last, in 1836, Madison himself. Dolly was very
sick afterwards, however, a visit to the White Sulphur in 1837 did her good. She found
something to occupy her in editing and publishing her husband's Reports of the
Constitutional Congress. She was sixty-nine now and for Dolly nothing remained but the
lonely contemplation of fading scenes.
Dolly returned to Washington in 1837 with her niece. It was a new Washington in many
ways, but turned to her with respectful attention. Montpellier had to be sold because her
son, John Payne Todd, who neglected his mother, was in debt. Washington, however, never
neglected Dolly, and often sent her baskets of fruit and provisions. Congress did not
forget Dolly either, and gave her a seat on the floor of the House during her lifetime.
Congress also paid for Mr. Madison's Reports.
It was February 7; Dolly was at the close of her eightieth year, she was in white satin
with the inevitable turban-and on July 12 she died.7