to which I particularly wish to call the attention of the more thoughtful of my readers is that these very sort of men (when they have secured the ignoble end of their ambition, namely, the rich woman to live upon, under matrimonial sufferance) are the first to run down women’s work, women’s privileges, women’s attainments and women’s honour. The man who owes his dinner to his wife’s unremitting toil is often to be heard speaking of the ‘uselessness’ of women, their frivolity and general incapacity. And in cases where the woman’s intellectual ability is brought into play, and where the financial results of her brain work are such that they enable the husband to live as he likes, surrounded with every ease and comfort, then it is that at the clubs, or in any other place where he can give himself sublime airs of independence, he will frequently express regret, in grandiloquent terms, that there should be any women who ‘want to be clever’; they are always ‘unsexed.’ This word ‘unsexed’ is always cast at brilliant women by every little halfpenny ragamuffin of the press that can get a newspaper corner in which to hide himself for the convenience of throwing stones. The woman who paints a great picture is ‘unsexed’; the woman who writes a great book is ‘unsexed’; in fact, whatever woman does that is higher and more ambitious than the mere act of flinging herself down at the feet of man and allowing him to walk over her, makes her in man’s opinion unworthy of his consideration as woman; and he fits the appellation ‘unsexed’ to her with an easy callousness, which is as unmanly as it is despicable.