uire des femmes naetait pas un Oeuvre du demon.
It was the same with political rights.
The foundation of the Salic Law was not any sentimental anxiety to guard female delicacy and domesticity.
It was, as stated by Froissart, a blunt, hearty contempt: The kingdom of France being too noble to be ruled by a woman.
And the same principle was reaffirmed for our own institutions, in rather softened language, by Theophilus Parsons, in his famous defence of the rights of Massachusetts men (the Essex result, in 1778): Women, what age soever they are of, are not considered as having a sufficient acquired discretion [to exercise the franchise].
In harmony with this are the various maxims and bon-mots of eminent men, in respect to women.
Niebuhr thought he should not have educated a girl well,--he should have made her know too much.
Lessing said, The woman who thinks is like the man who puts on rouge, ridiculous.
Voltaire said, Ideas are like beards: women and young men have none.
easing success, --a success always greatest when Rupert has been nearest.
And now this night-march is made to avenge a late attack, of unaccustomed audacity, from Essex, and to redeem the threat of Rupert to pass in one night through the whole country held by the enemy, and beat up the most distant quarters of the Roundheads.
The long and picturesque array winds onward, crossing Chisellampton Bridge (not to be recrossed so easily), avoiding Thame with its church and abbey, where Lord-General Essex himself is quartered, unconscious of their march; and the Cavaliers are soon riding beneath the bases of the wooded hills towards Postcombe.
For Hampden, the hope of the nation, is fatally shot through the shoulder with two carbine-balls in the first charge; the whole troop sees it with dismay; Essex comes up, as usual, too late, and the fight of Chalgrove Field is lost.
We must leave this picture, painted in the fading colors of a far-off time.
Let us leav