other, and not the identical copy.
I think the world, and literature itself, would be barren and insipid, if it was not for this exquisite variety of capacities and endowments with which God has variegated the human race.
I think woman is different from man, and by reason of that very difference, she should be in legislative halls, and everywhere else, in order to protect herself.
But men say it would be very indelicate for woman to go to the ballot-box or sit in the legislature.
Well, what would she see there?
Why, she would see men. [Laughter.] She sees men now. In “Cranford
village,” that sweet little sketch by Mrs. Gaskell
, one of the characters says, “I know these men,--my father was a man.”
[Laughter.] I think every woman can say the same.
She meets men now, she could meet nothing but men at the ballot-box; or, if she meets brutes, they ought not to be there.
for her to go to the ballot-box!-but you may walk up and down Broadway
any time from nine o'clock in the morning until nine at night, and you will find about equal numbers of men and women crowding that.
thoroughfare, which is never still.
You may get into an omnibus,--women are there, crowding us out sometimes.
[Laughter.] You cannot go into a theatre without being crowded to death by two women to one man. If you go to the Lyceum, woman is there.
I have stood on this very platform, and seen as many women as men before me, and one time, at least, when they could not have met any worse men at the ballotbox than they met in this hall.
[Laughter and applause.] You may go to church, and you will find her facing men of all classes,--ignorant and wise, saints and sinners.
I do not know anywhere that woman is not.
It is too late now to say that she cannot go to the