The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1853-04-21
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THE TABLES TURNED.
A SKETCH OF WOMAN'S RIGHTS.

My dear friend, come to us and see
if you can do anything with Anna. She
is crazy to attend the woman's rights
convention
The above is brief extract from the
letter of friend who resided few miles
from the city Of Boston Her husband
was merchant in easy circumstances
Anna was their only daughter and almost
a beauty, not quite. She had pretty curly
hair, bright eyes, a delicate complexion,
and in fine, her face and form were cal
culated to arrest attention, to please
eminently. Add to those advantages, a
mind of II very superior order, and you
will perceive that Anna Hope was an
only daughter to be proud Of
The next day found me at the resi-
dence of my early friend. The dew
spangled all the lawn, the roses blushed
and threw out a delightful perfume. A
sweet cottage it was, picturesque and
romantically situated.
| saw, as her mother had told me, that
Anna was womcn's right crazy Rid
iculc, argument, persuasion were useless
She launched out in full tide, her whole
theme woman, her degradation, her
eminent qualification, her evident supe-
riority. In vain | cited case after case
to prove my side of the argument All
would not do; man was tyrant, a huge
tiger with nothing but strength to re-
commend him; distinguished in the
power Of nothing but torcc-pressing his
iron hand upon poor women-woman
was great IMAM was little U.
We could do nothing with her; she
shook her curly h 'ad, snapped her bright
eyes, set her little lips together in very
determined manner, thrust the needle in
her little forefnger (by the way, she had
an extremely small hand) in an attempt
to thrust an obsolete idea into my brain
The witch was as witty as any man
could be, and looked exceedingly inter-
esting in her tremendous efforts to appear
dignifyd and masculine; no doubt she
felt her slender shoulders equal to the
burden of small world
what shall do = asked the father
despairingly | wish she had never got
these notions in her head, she is con
tinually busy about the heaviest work
sprains her arms and ancles in trying to
prove she has enormous strength, reads
works on agriculture and argues with
farmers sets herself up as thcologian,
and mortifes me by contradicting our
gray-headed minister, who is just four
times her age what shall | do =
Let her 90 to Syracuse, and trust TO
Providence that something will occur to
convince her of her errer.'
Don't know, don't know he muttered
shaking his head 4; 'mother is far from
we'll, and precious little good she gets
of her; Frank is miscrablc-I'm half
sick myself, both with anxiety about her
and arrangement of business besides,
think Of ayoung thing travelling on to
Syracuse alone
'I should not be afraid to trust her,
I replied something tells me that it
will do her good; l advise you by all
means to let her go
An event entirely unexpected took me
far from my home on the evening of that
very day, and for over six months
heard nothing from my friends about
Anna Hope.
One delightful morning, the second of
my return to my native city, on the
wings of hope away to Hope Cottage
flew, eager to see aud to hear the result
of my advice. Spring was blushing into
summer, and the beautiful home of my
friend was embowered in vines, trees
and roses. Great was their surprise at
seeing me-and much greater my own
on meeting my little friend Anna.
For in her eye alone shone a mild
light that l never saw there before.
The spiteful snap was gone. l looked
in vain for the open dress, the shirt