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Tuscany (Italy) (search for this): chapter 11
upper classes,--education, wealth, aristocracy, conservatism,--the men that are in, ever yielded except to fear. I think the history of the race shows that the upper classes never granted a privilege to the lower out of love. As Jeremy Bentham says, the upper classes never yielded a privilege without being bullied out of it. When man rises in revolution, with the sword in his right hand, trembling wealth and conservatism say, What do you want? Take it; but grant me my life. The Duke of Tuscany, Elizabeth Barrett Browning has told us, swore to a dozen constitutions when the Tuscans stood armed in the streets of Florence, and he forgot them when the Austrians came in and took the rifles out of the Tuscan's hands. You must force the upper classes to do justice by physical or some other power. The age of physical power is gone, and we want to put ballots into the hands of women. We do not wait for women to ask for them. When 1 argue the Temperance Question, I do not go down to th
China (China) (search for this): chapter 11
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 ca
St. Paul (Minnesota, United States) (search for this): chapter 11
lents? How shall I earn bread? And Orthodox society, cabined and cribbed in Saint Paul, cries out, Go sew, jade! We have no other channel for you. Go to the needlessity in civil life, and I will find you forty thousand pulpits that will say Saint Paul meant just that. [Renewed applause.] Now, I am Orthodox; I believe in the Bible; I reverence Saint Paul; I believe his was the most masterly intellect that God ever gave to the race; I believe he was the connecting link, the bridge, by which mistake. You cannot anchor this Western continent to the Jewish footstool of Saint Paul; and after all, that is the difficulty,--religious prejudice. It is not the fx pulpit says, If you change it, it will be the pulling down of the stars and Saint Paul. I do not believe that the Honorable Mr. Norton is half as near to the mind of Saint Paul as the Honorable Mrs; Norton. I believe, therefore, in woman having the right to her brain, to her hands, to her toil, to her ballot. The tools to him
East India (search for this): chapter 11
left it when you founded a republic; you left it when you inaugurated Western civilization; we must grow out of one root. I congratulate you, as friends of this cause, on the progress of the last twelve months. You know that when you look at a barometer on a common sunshiny day, you must furnish yourself with an infinitesimal point of brass, and a machinery of delicate wheels to move it a small atom of space, sufficient to measure the changes of the quicksilver. But when you are in the East India seas, and — the monsoon is about to blow, or the tempest is about to sweep the surface of the waters, the barometer will jump an inch, or fall down an inch, according as the change is to be. You need no machinery then, when a storm is coming that will lift your ship out of the very sea itself. I think, that in the twenty years that have gone by, we have had the little, infinitesimally minute changes of the barometer, but the New York Legislature has risen a full inch in the moral baromet
Oriental (Oklahoma, United States) (search for this): chapter 11
result of the conflict of powers in the social state,--for there power works out untrammelled its natural result. Majorities do not rule there, but real power,--the agreeable, the fit, the useful,--that which commends itself to the best sense. Social life began centuries ago, just where legal life stands to-day. It began with the recognition of man only. Woman was nothing; she was a drudge; she was a toy; she was a chattel; she was a connecting link between man and the brute. That is Oriental civilization. We drift westward, into the sunlight of Christianity and European civilization, and as Milton paints animal life freeing itself from the clod, and tells us, you recollect, of the tawny lion, with his mane and fore-feet liberated, pawing to get free his hinder parts, so the mental has gradually freed itself from the incumbrance of the animal, and we come round to a society based on thought, based on soul. What is the result? Why, it would be idle to say that there woman is
Department de Ville de Paris (France) (search for this): chapter 11
have all the rights I want. So the daughter of Louis XVI., in the troublous times of 1791, when somebody told her that the people were starving in the streets of Paris, exclaimed, What fools I would eat bread first Thus, wealth, comfort, and ease say, I have rights enough. Nobody doubted it, Madam! But the question is not of yoo-day. It cannot be denied. If this is the best that free institutions can do, then just as good, and a great deal better, can be done by despotism. The city of Paris to-day, with but one will in it, that of Napoleon, spends less, probably, than the city of New York spends, and the results are, comfort, safety, health, quiet, pe the results are, murder, drunkenness, rowdyism, unsafety, dirt, and disgrace! I think there is something to be said for despotism in that point of view. I weigh Paris, the representative of despotism, against New York, the representative of Young America, and New York kicks the beam. No man can deny it. It is a failure on two
Warren (Illinois, United States) (search for this): chapter 11
in it, that of Napoleon, spends less, probably, than the city of New York spends, and the results are, comfort, safety, health, quiet, peace, beauty, civilization. New York, governed by brothels and grog-shops, spends twenty-five per cent more, and the results are, murder, drunkenness, rowdyism, unsafety, dirt, and disgrace! I think there is something to be said for despotism in that point of view. I weigh Paris, the representative of despotism, against New York, the representative of Young America, and New York kicks the beam. No man can deny it. It is a failure on two grounds,--it is a failure, because the law ,of political economy has given to man good wages, and science has invented for him drink cheap as water, and held it to his lips, and said, Make a brute of yourself! Intemperance, that gigantic foe of modern civilization, is the chasm in the forum which seems destined to swallow up the capacity of self-government. In the olden times, wine was dear, and only the upper
America (Netherlands) (search for this): chapter 11
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. Long used to respect woman's presence in those places, the vast majority of men ob
Turquie (Turkey) (search for this): chapter 11
d 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 ballot-box. 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 cone 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-
Oriental (Paraguay) (search for this): chapter 11
istent statute-book. A man is uneasy who is inconsistent. As old Fuller says, You cannot make one side of the face laugh, and the other cry! You cannot have one half your statute-book Jewish, and the other Christian; one half the statute-book Oriental, the other Saxon. You have granted that women may be hung, therefore you must grant that women may vote. You have granted that she may be taxed; therefore, on republican principles, you must grant that she ought to have a voice in fixing the ldo not know anywhere that woman is not. It is too late now to say that she cannot go to the ballot-box. 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 sa
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