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immortality, onless indeed, you lived in Injeany, where yon could git divorces and change your names wunst in 10 or 15 years? S'pos'n' all uv you hed bin fortunate enough to win sich virgin souls ez me, could you endure charms like mine for a eternity? Methinka not. 1 know that ef I hed a husband he would bless Eve for interdoosin' death into the world.
I progress. Woman then, is man's ekal, but is she okkepyin, her proper speer? Alas not! wo are deprived uv the ballot, and ain't allowed to make stump speeches or take Dart in pollitix. Is it right? True we ain't ez yit learned In these matters, but what uv that? How many men vote who know what they'r votin' for, and how many stumj speakers know what they'r talkin' about? I demand the ballot. I want to bo a torch-light procession. I want to sit in Congris among the other old grannies. I want to demonstrate my fitness for governin' by comin' home elevated on 'leokshun nights. I want to assoom t hat speer which Nachei fitted me for ekally with man, but from which maskelins iealousy hez thus far excluded me. Don't say we're weak and frivolus! Weak! why I wunst know'd a female friend uv mine who hed strength reglerly to carry her husband, who weighed 200 pounds averdupois, into the house every night, after he was lifted off from a dray onto wVieh his friends which could stand more fluids than he could hed deposited him. Many a time I've seed her lift that barrel uv whiskey with a man outside uv it.
Ez I heard some wicked boys who wuz a playin cards say I pass.
Matrimony, thus far in the world's history, hez bin oin only destiny. I am glad I hed allus strength uv mind enough to resist all propositions lookin' to my enslavement. I hed too much respeck for myself to make myself the slave uv a man. Wunst, indeed, I might hev done so, but the merest accident in the world saved me. A young man, in my younger days, when the bloom wuz on the peach, ere sleepless nights spent in meditatin'the wrongs uv my sex hed worn furrows into these wunst blushin cheeks, a young man come to our house and conversed sweetly with me. It wuz my fust beau; and oh, my sisters, hed he that night asked me to be his'n I should hev bin weak enough to hev sed yes. and I would hev bin a washer uv dishes and a mender uv stockins for life. But fate saved me. HE DIDNT ASK ME—that night nor never afterwards—and, hallelujy! I'm free!
Again. I demand the right uv standin up in the cars the same as men, instead of havin' a dozen uv 'em start up when I enter coz I'm a woman! Why should they? Wuz these limbs given me by Nacher, for what? I resent with skor-rr-n the implied insult. I hev seen bearded men stand up to let a little chit uv 18 (O, my sisters, ef there is a provokin' objick in this world it's a smooth-faced girl uv 18; they know so little of life and let on they know so much,) set down, when the night afore that same girl hed waltzed 20 miles, and ef she hadn't tired all her partners out, could hev waltzed 20 more. I'm disgusted with sich.
There hev bin women in the world who hev done suthin. There wuz the queen uv Sheba, who wuz eggselled only by Solomon, and all that surprized her in him wuz that he could support 3000 women. Bless Solomon's heart, I'd like to see him do it now I Where could he find a house big enough to hold 'em? He'd hev to put a wing on each side of the temple, and put another story on top uv it. And there wuz Joan of Arc, who walloped the English, who wuz maid uv Orleans, which wuzn't the same as Noah's Ark, for that wuz made of gopher wood, besides the latter was pitched without and pitched within. There wuz Queen Elizabeth, who wuz the Virgin Queen, and—but I propel.
How shall we gain our lost rights, and assume that position in the world to which we are entitled to? O, my sisters, these is a question upon which I have cogitated long and vigorously. We might do it by pisenin' all the men, but we would be robbed uv one-half uv our triumph, for they wouldn't be alive to see how well we did things without 'em; and besides, who'd pay our bills, and then what would become uv the next generation? We might resolve to do no more uv the degradin' work they hev imposed onto us, but if we didn't who would? One week's eat in'what they would cook would sicken a well-regulated woman; and besides, they might not let us eat at all. We can't be nothin' else but women, but let us be women in a grand style. Let's refuse to kiss 'em or be kissed by 'em till they come to terms; let's preserve a keerful coldness toward 'cm till they acknowledge our ekality. This I have practiced for years. I allow no young man to throw his arms around my waist, and pressin' me to his buzzum, imprint upon my virgin lips the impassioned kiss uv love. Ef one should attempt it this minute, I should exclaim, " My civil rights fust, the marriage rights afterward!" Try it, young sisters! and ef that don't fetch 'em to terms, write me post-paid, and I'll send suthiD' that will
ONLY A CURL.—E. B. Browning.
Friends of faces unknown, and a land
Unvisited over the sea,
Held up to be looked at by me,—
While you ask me to ponder, and say
What a father and mother can do
Shall I speak like a poet, or run
Oh, children—I never lost one;
Yet my arm's round my own little son,
And I feel what it must be and is,
When God draws a new angel so,
How you think, staring on at the door
Where the face of your angel flashed in,
"God lent him and takes him," you sigh.
Nay, there let me break with your pain:
That he ever can take back again.
He gives what he gives: I appeal
To all who bear babes; in the hour
And the babe cries—has each of us known
By apocalypse—God being there
Through all changes, all times, everywhere^
He's ours, and forever. Believe,
O father!—O mother, look back
He gives what he gives. Be content I
God lend? Where the usurers lent
In his temple, indignant he went,
He lends not, but gives to the end,
That he draws back a gift, comprehend
And finish it up to your dream,—
Or keep as a mother may, toys
Too costly, though given by herself, Till the room shall be stiller from noise, And the children more fit for such joys, Kept over their heads on the shelf.
So look up friends! you who indeed
Have possessed in your house a sweet piece Of the heaven which men strive for, must need Be more earnest than others are—-speed When they loiter, persist where they cease.
You know how one angel smiles there,—
Then, courage. Tis easy for you
MY CHILD.—John Pikrpont.
I cannot make him dead!
His fair sunshiny head
Yet when my eyes, now dim
With tears, I turn to him,
I walk my parlor floor,
And through the open door,
Fm stepping toward the hall
To give the boy a call;
I thread the crowded street;
A satchelled lad I meet, With the same beaming eyes and colored hair;
And as he's running tiy,
Follow him with my eye,
I know his face is hid
Under the coffin lid;
My hand that marble felt;
O'er it in praver I knelt;
I cannot make him dead!
When passing by the bed,
My spirit and my eye
Seek him inquirmgly, Before the thought comes that—he is not there 1
When at the cool gray break
Of day, from sleep I wake,
My soul goes up with joy,
To Him who gave my boy; Then comes the sad thought that—he is not there 1
When at the day's calm close,
Before we sock repose,
Whate'er I may be saying,
I am in spirit praying