Elizabeth Macarthur (14 August 1766 – 9 February 1850) was born in Devon, England, the daughter of provincial farmers, Richard and Grace Veale, of Cornish origin. Her father died when she was 7; her mother remarried when she was 11, leaving Elizabeth in the care of her grandfather John and friends. Elizabeth married Plymouth soldier John Macarthur in 1788. With her newborn son Edward, she accompanied John and his regiment, the New South Wales Corps, to the recently established colony of New South Wales in 1790, travelling as part of the Second Fleet.
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