are mere courtesies. We want rights. The flour-merchant, the
house-builder, and the postman charge us no less on account of
our sex; but when we endeavor to earn money to pay all these,
then, indeed, we find the difference. Man, if he have energy, may
hew out for himself a path where no mortal has ever trod, held
back by nothing but what is in himself; the world is all before
him, where to choose; and we are glad for you, brothers, men,
that it is so. But the same society that drives forth the young
man, keeps woman at home--a dependent--working little cats on
worsted, and little dogs on punctured paper; but if she goes
heartily and bravely to give herself to some worthy purpose, she
is out of her sphere and she loses caste. Women working in
tailor-shops are paid one-third as much as men. Some one in
Philadelphia has stated that women make fine shirts for twelve
and a half cents apiece; that no woman can make more than nine a
week, and the sum thus earned, after deducting rent, fuel, etc.,
leaves her just three and a half cents a day for bread. Is it a
wonder that women are driven to prostitution? Female teachers in
New York are paid fifty dollars a year, and for every such
situation there are five hundred applicants. I know not what you
believe of God, but I believe He gave yearnings and longings to
be filled, and that He did not mean all our time should be
devoted to feeding and clothing the body. The present condition
of woman causes a horrible perversion of the marriage relation.
It is asked of a lady, "Has she married well?" "Oh, yes, her
husband is rich." Woman must marry for a home, and you men are
the sufferers by this; for a woman who loathes you may marry you
because you have the means to get money which she can not have.
But when woman can enter the lists with you and make money for
herself, she will marry you only for deep and earnest affection.

I am detaining you too long, many of you standing, that I ought
to apologize, but women have been wronged so long that I may
wrong you a little. (Applause). A woman undertook in Lowell to
sell shoes to ladies. Men laughed at her, but in six years she
has run them all out, and has a monopoly of the trade. Sarah
Tyndale, whose husband was an importer of china, and died
bankrupt, continue