Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1870-12-03

ment, and his vulgar remarks crate on
my ear, and when / hear persons use ex.
pressions that are not refined and gen
teel, want to 90 through 'em like brim.
stone and molasscs. ["IIear hear !''1
am astonished that there amt more in
terest manifested in this absorbing topic.
This hall ought to be filed from dome to
ceiling, and couple OF hundred climb.
ing up the lightning-rod outside A
short time ago l addressed an immense
throng on Boston Common; at least
thirty-se, en- persons, including men ard
women of both sexes, who stood packed
together for at least fifteen minutes.
hanging on my words, the enthusiasm fl
nally reaching such pitch that they IL.
sisted on burning my effigy TO slow mu-
sic. And we are bound to succeed.
Our speakers don't lack brains or in
huence, but there is one thing l wish
they did lack, and that is their desire for
husband. No matter how rabid wo-
man is on this question, or how much she
alks against the men on the platform.
she'll grab the first one that offers him,
self, aud turn right straight round
ats where we're weak. Most women
think they're made for purpose, and
that is to have Mrs. on their tombstone.
They'd better be missed all their lives.
and when they die the more they're
missed the better. From the creation of
the world we've had all the great men
on our side. There's Pharaoh What
did Pharaoh doP Recognizing the fact
that women must inevitably rule, he is
sued an order to strangle all the male
children. If this thing hadn't slipped
up, 'twould be money in our pockets.
Mr.. Pharaoh is dead now, and hadn't
forethought enough to leave the business
to some good man. Among those who
escaped justice at this time was a youth,
named Moses, and since then every Mo-
ses has been q wart on the face of nature,
including the wretched object VIII, SO
rear name EN- incumbered with. [Crits
OF "that's so. Put him ut ri No, you
hall not put him out, neither shall be go
OF his own accord. When we get home
| will show him what one solitary wo-
man can accomplish for this great cause
with her good right arm. Applause.
Herod was also woman's rights man.
H. ord 9 all the male children to 10
slain, and what sweeter proof could we
have thai He od's head was level? NV
dear sisters, we can t be Herods, b, t
We can wear his tiuLype next our hearts,
aud press onward TO the goal. ain't
.ot time TO enumerate all the talented
men who haue taken This view of the
thing. Coming down to the present
day, where don't we find women We
don't find her. In ten cases out cf ten
she finds herself. Come with me 10 the
worst portion of our great city. After
ascending thirty one flights Of rickety
stairs, what do we find ? A miserable
basement. In one corner sits wretched
woman, once tie belle of the city. She
makes. Twenty.fpur vests for cent.
Not morsel of food has passed her lips
,ince tall. Around her are fourteen
children crying for bread. But, alas
she amt got no bread but with tears
in her eyes she mo ournfully divides among
them the last half of tallow candle.
Have | overdrawn this picture !? No,
sir. And if any man dares to say have,
Pll guarantee to send him home on a
shutter in less than ten minutes. Emo
tion in the audience. But, my dear
sisters, am not here simply to touch
your hearts, but to touch your pockets,
also A thing of this kind can't go on
without money. And l hereby call upon
four of the most able-bodied sisters, who
feel that tits sweet t be on the muscle,
to pass round the hat. Think OF the
greatness OF our cause, and its effect
upon thousands Of ancestors still un-
born Think of your altered fresides,
where widowed mothers with dissipated
husbands press their orphan children to
their bosons. Think, o, think of George
Washington at Mr.. Valleys forge, bare
footed, and-shell out.
This appeal was SO moving that
majority of the audience moved toward
the door. About seven dollars and
halt was collected, however, which went
for Mrs. Skinner's newest of corkscrew
curls After putting the amount in her
reticule, and planting her right foot
firmly upon it she proceeded.
My dear friends, | must now bid you
adieu, but | will be with you again when
times are better, for intend to agitate
this question till we get our rights and
whatever we can sponge besides. l will
agitate it till my breath gives out and
my wig turns gray.