Go back to Turkey
, and shut her up in a harem; go back to Greece
, and shut her up in the private apartments of women; go back to the old Oriental
phases of civilization, that never allowed woman's eyes to light a man's pathway, unless he owned her, and you are consistent; but you see, we have broken down that bulwark centuries ago. You know they used to let a man be hung in public, and said that it was for the sake of the example.
They got ashamed of it, and banished the gallows to the jail-yard, and allowed only twelve men to witness an execution.
It is too late to say that you hang men for the example, because the example you are ashamed to have public cannot be a wholesome example.
So it is with this question of woman; you have granted so much, that you have left yourself no ground to stand on. My dear, delicate friend, you are out of your sphere; you ought to be in Turkey
My dear, religiously, scrupulously fashionable, exquisitely anxious hearer, fearful lest your wife or daughter or sister shall be sullied by looking into your neighbors' faces at the ballot-box, you do not belong to the century that has ballot-boxes.
You belong to the century of Tamerlane and Timour the Tartar
; you belong to China
, where the women have no feet, because it is not meant that they shall walk.
You belong anywhere but in America
; and if you want an answer, walk down Broadway
and meet a hundred thousand petticoats, and they are a hundred thousand answers.
For if woman can walk the streets, she can go to the ballot-box, and any reason of indelicacy that forbids the one, covers the other.
Woman will meet at the ballot-box the same men she sees in the lecture-room, the church, the theatre, the railroad cars, and the public streets.