Elizabeth Macarthur

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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... John and Elizabeth Macarthur, with their frail son Edward, arrived in Sydney, two years after their wedding, in 1790 ... Elizabeth Macarthur, not always content, remained in Australia for the rest of her life, while John returned twice to England forging contacts and patronage and directing ... Towards the end of his life, John Macarthur devoted himself entirely to the development and promotion of trade in colonial wool – the backbone of ...
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