Woman's chronicle. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1888-1???, 1888-08-11

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by Alice Stone Blackwell, one of the editors of the
Woman's Journal, of Boston. Among some asser-
tions, Mrs. Corbin makes the following in reference
to woman's government over her sons:
From the time when manhood begins to stir in
his veins, he realizes more or less clearly that he
was born to physical and intellectual mastery over
women, and the more manly the boy the clearer
will be this sense in him.
This would strike most mothers as being a rather
remarkable admission, and would seem to be a
strong argument in favor of suffrage. The boy
who realizes a "superiority" is the boy who will
usually let his mother build the kitchen fire and
keep his breakfast warm in the oven till his supe-
rior lordship feels ready to rise. Such mothers
are inferior ONE and inefficient. Now and then
we see a woman, or read of one, who improves with
a good beating, but she is not the typical woman
by any means, and the mother who recognizes in
her son the enormously superior being Mrs. Corbin
believes in, is either the indulgent mother who in
directly helps to fill the world with unhappiness or
else but a degree higher than the woman who i'm
proves with a beating, and will caress the hand
that chastises her.
The CHRONICLE would like to be able to publish
in full Alice Stone Blackwell's answer to Mrs.
Corbin, it is so replete with logic and so c%onvinc-
ing in its every statement. 1t was copied in full
by the Woman's Journal of August 4th.
The eighteenth annual convention of the Cath
ole Total Abstinence Union of America met in
Boston, August LIST. Among the delegates on the
floor and front seats were a number of ladies. This
is the first time that ladies, in any number, have
attended a national convention of the Catholic
Total Abstainers. The following address by the
Rev. Walter Elliott, of the Paulist Fathers, of
New York, elected great applause:
And it is that good word, Liberty, consecrated
by the blood of martyrs and heroes in many a
hard-fought struggle, behind which our enemies,
the saloonkeepers, intrench themselves. Liberty!
Personal liberty! What liberty do they claim?
Is it the liberty of the family? A man will die for
his family. Why, gentlemen, it is from the door
of the saloon that the blood-stained footsteps are
tracked that lead down to the destruction Of the
family! Liberty to poison the family, to breed
dissensions and social warfare. The liberty of the
man, is it? The liberty Of the beastl There is
another liberty men claim, the liberty of the citi-
zen. This is a great liberty, too. There are few
Of us who know, except as we read of it in some
old history, what it is to bare the bosom and lift
the arm in defence Of liberty. Who can say that
the liberty of the Christian has anything to do with
the liberty of those who sell drink and keep
saloons? Many times have l walked the streets
of large cities hanging my head in shame to see
the names rendered amous in the great and glori-
Gus past of our history, associated with the virtues
and victories Of martyrs and heroes, conspicuous
over the saloons and associated with the work of
demons. Liberty, liberty everywhere! The lib
erty of conscience and of religion that there may
be less restraint upon the very limbs of man by
drink. But no liberty to do wrong! No liberty
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