The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1869-10-31

the Connecticut Puritans. As a proper pre-
! evening, Mrs Julia Ward Howe sounded the
trumpet in poem, commencing
sowc' have new flag my brothers;
Our stripes--we have felt them all;
Our stars, in the dusk OF battle,
Did mournfully pale and fail.
Then rose Brother Beecher on the rostrum,
and his speech cracked, blazed and whirled
! along like fire on the prairies, consuming or
driving out everything before it, and filling the
heavens with smoke. We gave it in Satur-
days HERALD, and the reader will have seen
that it was as full of meat as an egg. The
orator held that the time has come for woman
suffrage Owe may say the time and the mani;
that woman has the same right to 60 ahead
that man has; that sex is no more disability
than color; that her rights are as clear as
Uncle Toms that prejudice must back out; that
the old barbaric law Of brute force must give
way; that woman, thank God, has other rights
besides the rights and duties Of matrlmony
that nearly ons-fourth Of the women are
single, for various reasons, and so, having no
husbands, they must have fair play in provid
ing for themselves that the ballot is tho thing
that with the ballot in the hands Of the women
they will get their rights, and that our political
elections will be purified, and the now savage
elements at the polls will be humanized; that
the men are sadly in need of suffrage to the
women; that the women need it for their own
protection; that they must aud will have it;
that it is too late to talk of the restriction OF
the suffrage; that the spirit of the age is for
its expansion to both sexes as to all races, all
creeds and all colors, so that the suffrage shall
indeed be universal. All the objections of
moral philosophers, politicians, old bachelors
and doctors Of divinity to woman suffrage
were cut up by the roots, and Brother Beecher
left his audience as fully convinced of woman's
rights in this matter as they were before Of the
divine rights Of Sambo.
The proceedings of the second day were
garnished with some Of the peculiar campaign
melodies of the Hutchings Ministries, including
the consoling chorus
Fear not; wen darn the stocking,
And Keep The cradle rocking
Clear the way
They were followed by that irrepressible
veteran a3itator Of slavery, Lloyd Garrison,
! in an appeal for woman's rights in the bold ag-
! gressive spirit Of his old time demands for the
| negro's rights; but after Bescher there is but
| little to be cleaned He covers the ground,
and he has given the cue which will be fol-
| lowed up at the approaching grand National
| Convention (25th November nexD of these
women's rights women at Cleveland, Ohio.
Touching this convention volunteer (hon6re)
correspondent at Chicago gives us solemn
warning. He says that ''such frebrands
should be trampled out at any hazard" for
| that ''the finger of history points at imperial
Rome as an awful warning" that 'her day of
ruin commenced when women were allowed
| rights equal in some respects to those of men,"
that this womens rights movement may be
| called 'the women's rabelion-female and
male traitors to God and man in council y and
! that las the rebellion of the devil against God
was conquered so must this hell inspired con-
/! spiracy be crushed out" We think, however,
that this poor man is needlessly frightened
| from the condition Of things around him among
the women of Chicago, where womens rights
have run wild. The great question is this,
having among tho men given the ballot to
| niggers, can we deny 1t TO the women, the
white or the black women of the land? No.
we must 90 forward or backward. We can't
stand still. We must restrict the suffrage or
enlarge it 30 as to take in the women, and
upon this problem fierce and universal agita-
ton Of twenty years is perhaps before us, and
perhaps another civil war, great or small.
| Who knows?