The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1874-05-17
wo,nan's Wrongs and Rights.

Women have at last taken their destiny inUo
their own hands, and propose to fight it out
if it takes all summer. They are no longer
satisfied to rock the cradle and administer
household affairs, but have entered the arena
of literature, business and politics. They
have been oppressed with the CALLING chains
Of drudgery long enough, and have mounted
the rostrum to proclaim their policy for the
future, and even knocked at the door OF our
Legislative halls, hoping to obtain seat,
salary, vote and, possibly, the opportunity
to receive bride. The time has come when
the masculine gender is to be ruled out OF
order, while the feminine gender takes the
floor, arranges its toilet with the help of o
hand glass and settles the affairs of the nation
Lord Lyttleton, who in an hour of weakness
said
One only care, your gentle breasts should move,
The important business Of your life Ii love
is voted fossil of the first magnitude, a kind
Of sentimental monstrosity, who would en-
circle o woman with devotion and poetry, and
put her on pedestal to be worshipped as the
refining element of society She prefers a
coarser condition, and has grown ambitious
to enter the law, to fill some political position,
or to engage in the competitions of trade.
DR.. Clarke. the author of sex in Educa-
tion," has set the whole of New England by
the ears. He is apparently the most uncom-
Portable man east of the Hudson River, and
life has long since ceased to have any value in
his sight He held smoking fax under the
wasps nest, and the denizens of the paper
tuv c,,k In Ir oh
determined TO be revenged on the rash in
truder, with such an angry buzz that the
Doctors only refuge is the madhouse or the
grave. He only said that woman is wo-
man I; but the air is SO thick with arrows that
the very sun seems darkened, and we are
forced to conclude that if the time has not
already arrived it is close Mt hand VIII en-
those who are now women will be SO no more
forever. This mild-mannered physician
argued that coeducation of the sexes is inju-
rious that besides the minor impedments of
necessary firtations and consequent distrac-
ton from legitimate work, the feminine mind
is not adapted to that particular course and
method of study with which young men
grapple. He evidently did not intend to offer
an insult to the other gender, or to init
mate any intellectual inferiority. Far from
it. He has the utmost reverence even
for the most Anticipated of the other sex, and
lifts his hat to those whose general makeup
indicates the presence of the latest modern
improvements. He has only words of COM
pliment for, and noble appreciation of the
ancient but still ambitious damsel even, whose
| cheeks would vie with the rose if they were
painted little more artisticaly, and who
heaves her love-sick signs by means Of one Of
the "patent palpitating bosoms," warranted
to keep up their peculiar action for whole
evening, lately advertised in the journals Of
Paris.
But no sooner was the book published than
scream of horror and alright rose from the
intellectual streets of Boston. Rev. Mrs.
Jones and Sarah Smith, Esq, and Dorothy
Dexter, M. D., backed by n few old ladies in
mems clothes, emptied their pepper boxes in
the Doctors eyes, and raised such o pother
of swallowing some of his own medicines in
sheer despair. His friends are watching him
with tender solicitude chief among them
is the undertaken, who rings the door bell
every morning and goes away with down.
cast look Of regret not unmingled with
hope. Life is no longer q boon. Death is
robbed of half its dread, and he looks
forward to the grave for that rest and peace
which the women deny him in this world.
The terrors which may perchance loom up in
the possible future even to one who was born
in Boston, have lost their sting, and he feels
that he can be quite resigned to any change of
heat or cold after having suffered from the
tongues of the angular maidcns who have
beset him.
Among the foremost in the ranks Of the
army that invaded the Doctors repose was
Mrs Julia Ward Howe, q Roman matron of
the sternest sort and direct descendant of
the Sabine women who read Caudle lectures
to their warrior husbands. She had no sooner
finished the reasonable document than she
rushed with headlong speed to the Athenmum
to consult the dictionary of opprobrious cpl
thets, many of which she noted down with
such violence that she was compelled TO hire
On underling to white pencil ends. The
angry fever spread over her entire system, and
when she sat down to deliver herself by
means of the ink bottle of her pent- up fury
her hand fairly scorched the paper, and
it was impossible to proceed without
binding about her throbbing head
quantity of pounded ice carefully confined
within the narrow limits of red flannel
bag She went for that Heather Chinee of
a Doctor in o way that was wondrous to be-
hold. The printers ink that recorded her
verdict on his audacity sputtered and Kissed
as though loaned for the occasion by the
gentlemanly proprietor Of the under world.
When her essay was finished she had not