other
is so un-clad that when a woman, now noted for her great work among
the unfortunate of New York City, was a society leader, and was
passing through her library to her carriage one evening, her little
son said: "Mama, you are not going out on the street looking that way,
are you? Why, you are scarcely dressed at all." The mother realizing
as never before, the immodesty of her attire, returned to her room,
changed her apparel to what met the approval of her boy, and has never
since worn a decollete gown.

Let a respectable woman in this town stand on a street corner
to-morrow, and utter an oath; she would shock every one within sound
of her voice. A man can "cuss" to his satisfaction and, if not a
church member, the community is not shocked. Let a young woman seeking
a position in a public school in one of our cities, call a member of
the school board into a saloon and order beer set up for two; would
she get the position? Not much. Not if the community found it out, or
the remainder of the board who were slighted. A man can invite a dozen
men into a saloon, order drinks for the company, and thereby help to
win the position he seeks. In the city where I reside a young man can
get drunk and howl like a wolf through the streets, yet if he has
wealth and family influence, in ten days he can attend a social
gathering of the best society. Let a young woman step aside from the
path of right and she is hurled to the depths of the low-land of
vices.

Some years ago a young man died in our city whose family name was
honored and whose father was wealthy. The young man went the pace that
kills and in the very morning of life died a victim to his vices. A
long line of carriages followed him to our beautiful cemetery, his
pall bearers were from the leading families of the city; flowers
covered his grave and the daily papers paid a tribute to the young man
cut down before the river of life was half run.

Soon after, a poor girl died in one of the wicked dens of the city.
She had been left an orphan in early life without a mother's love to
guard and guide her, she went astray. Two carriages followed her to
the stranger's burying ground. In one were two of her kind; in the
other the pastor of the church of which I am a member. He afterward
said to me: "We had to get two negro men at work near by to help lower
her body into the grave."

No wonder woman cries out against these standards, these peculiar
constructions of human s