was limited to three.
Their testimony was invalid, their families attainted, and those who harbored them were fined forty shillings an hour.
They might be turned out shelterless among wolves and bears and frosts; they could be branded H for Heretic, and R for Rogue; they could be sold as slaves; and their graves must not be fenced to keep off wild beasts, lest their poor afflicted bodies should find rest there.
Yet in this same age female Quakers had gone as missionaries to Malta and to Turkey and returned unharmed.
No doubt the monks and the Sultan must have looked on the plain clothing as the Bloomer costume of its day, --and the Inquisition imprisoned the missionaries, though the Sultan (lid not. But meanwhile the Quaker women in New England might be walking to execution with their male companions — like Mary Dyer in Boston — under an armed guard of two hundred, led on by a minister seventy years old, and the fiercer for every year.
When they asked Mary Dyer, Are you not ash
ere is a remarkable passage of Plato, in which he says that children may find comedy more agreeable, but educated women
ai(/ te pepaideume/nai tw=n gunaikw=n,--rendered by Ficinus mulieres eruditae. Plato, de Leg., Book II. p. 791, ed. 1602.
Compare Book VII. p. 898, same edition. and youths and the majority of mankind prefer tragedy.
This distinctly recognizes intellectual culture as an element in the female society around him (since such a remark could hardly be made, for instance, in Turkey); and the Diotima of his Banquet represents, in the noblest way, the inspirational element in woman.
So Homer often recognizes the intelligence or judgment
fre/nes. of his heroines.
Narrating the events of a semi-barbarous epoch, when woman was the prize of the strongest, he yet concedes to her a dignity and courtesy far more genuine than are shown in the medieval romances, for instance, in which the reverence seldom outlasts marriage.
Every eminent woman, as viewed by Homer, partakes
s run, And reddish streaks that wink and glister, could hardly exceed what this book shows, when I fish it up from a chest of literary lumber, coeval with itself.
It would smell musty, doubtless, to any nose unregulated by a heart; but to me it is redolent of the alder-blossoms of boyish springs, and the aromatic walnut-odor which used in autumn to pervade the dells of Sweet auburn, that lay not so very far from our school-house.
It is a very precious book, and it should be robed in choice Turkey morocco, were not the very covers too much a part of the association to be changed.
For between them I gathered the seed-grain of many harvests of delight; through this low archway I first looked upon the immeasurable beauty of words.
Do ye hear, or does an amiable madness seize me?
I seem to hear her, and to wander through holy groves, where the pleasant waters and the breezes play.
Are these phrases really so delightful, or was it the process of re-translation into Latin that so fixe