be found in political equality. In the midst of the fierce conflicts in the Anti-Slavery Conventions of 1839 and '40, on the woman question per se, Mr. Whittier remarked to Lucretia Mott, "Give woman the right to vote, and you end all these persecutions by reform and church organizations.' THE PASTORAL LETTER. So, this is all-the utmost reach Of priestly power the mind to fetter! Was it thus with those, your predecessors, A "Pastoral Letter," grave and dull- From him who bellows from St. Peter's! And sword of temporal power to serve them. Oh, glorious days-when Church and State Yours Wilsons and your Cotton Mathers. The beauty of your tranquil Zion, But at his peril of the scar Of hangman's whip and branding-iron. Then, wholesome laws relieved the Church And priest and bailiff joined in search, By turns, of Papist, witch, and Quaker! The gallows stood on Boston Common, A Papist's ears the pillory bore The gallows-rope, a Quaker woman! Your fathers dealt not as ye deal With "non-professing" frantic teachers; Whittier demands Free Thought. Old Newbury, had her fields a tongue, Gashed by the whip, accursed and gory! And will ye ask me, why this taunt Of memories sacred from the scorner? And suffering and heroic woman. No-for yourselves alone, I turn To silence freedom's voice of warning, If when an earthquake voice of power, The Spirit of the Lord is going! And, with that Spirit, Freedom's light On kindred, tongue, and people breaking, When for the sighing of the poor, And for the needy, God hath risen, And chains are breaking, and a door Is opening for the souls in prison! If then ye would, with puny hands, Arrest the very work of Heaven, And bind anew the evil bands Which God's right arm of power hath riven,— What marvel that, in many a mind, To claim the right of free opinion? 85 A glorious remnant linger yet, Whose lips are wet at Freedom's fountains, Is beautiful upon our mountains! Whose peace is as a gentle river! But ye, who scorn the thrilling tale With malice vex, with slander wound them The pure and good shall throng to hear, And tried and manly hearts surround them. Oh, ever may the power which led Their way to such a fiery trial, And strengthened womanhood to tread The wine-press of such self-denial, Be round them in an evil land, With wisdom and with strength from Heaven, With Miriam's voice, and Judith's hand, And Deborah's song, for triumph given! And what are ye who strive with God To perish, even as flax consuming, And thou, sad Angel, who so long Hast waited for the glorious token, The sounding trumpet shall be given, And over Earth's full jubilee Shall deeper joy be felt in Heaven! In answer to the many objections made, by gentlemen present, to granting to woman the right of suffrage, Frederick Douglass replied in a long, argumentative, and eloquent appeal, for the complete equality of woman in all the rights that belong to any human Spicy Controversies. 87 soul. He thought the true basis of rights was the capacity of individuals; and as for himself, he should not dare claim a right that he would not concede to woman. This Convention continued through three sessions, and was crowded with an attentive audience to the hour of adjournment. The daily papers made fair reports, and varied editorial comments, which, being widely copied, called out spicy controversies in different parts of the country. The resolutions and discussions regarding woman's right to enter the professions, encouraged many to prepare themselves for medicine and the ministry. Though few women responded to the demand for political rights, many at once saw the importance of equality in the world of work. The Seneca Falls Declaration was adopted, and signed by large numbers of influential men and women of Rochester and vicinity, and at a late hour the Convention adjourned, in the language of its President," with hearts overflowing with gratitude." CHAPTER V. REMINISCENCES. EMILY COLLINS. The first Suffrage Society-Methodist class-leader whips his wife-Theology enchains the soul-The status of women and slaves the same-The first medical college opened to women, Geneva, N. Y.-Petitions to the Legislature laughed at, and laid on the table-Dependence woman's best protection; her weakness her sweetest charm-Dr. Elizabeth Blackwell's letter. I was born and lived almost forty years in South Bristol, Ontario County-one of the most secluded spots in Western New York; but from the earliest dawn of reason I pined for that freedom of thought and action that was then denied to all womankind. I revolted in spirit against the customs of society and the laws of the State that crushed my aspirations and debarred me from the pursuit of almost every object worthy of an intelligent, rational mind. But not until that meeting at Seneca Falls in 1848, of the pioneers in the cause, gave this feeling of unrest form and voice, did I take action. Then I summoned a few wonen in our neighborhood together and formed an Equal Suffrage Society, and sent petitions to our Legislature; but our efforts were little known beyond our circle, as we were in communication with no person or newspaper. Yet there was enough of wrong in our narrow horizon to rouse some thought in the minds of all. In those early days a husband's supremacy was often enforced in the rural districts by corporeal chastisement, and it was considered by most people as quite right and proper-as much so as the correction of refractory children in like manner. I remember in my own neighborhood a man who was a Methodist class-leader and exhorter, and one who was esteemed a worthy citizen, who, every few weeks, gave his wife a beating with his horsewhip. He said it was necessary, in order to keep her in subjection, and because she scolded so much. Now this wife, surrounded by six or seven little children, whom she must wash, dress, feed, and attend to day and night, was obliged to spin and weave cloth for all the garments of the family. She had to milk the cows, make butter and cheese, do all the cook (88) |