The Olivia Letters: Being Some History of Washington City for Forty Years as Told by the Letters of a Newspaper CorrespondentBriggs, Emily Edson
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The Olivia Letters: Being Some History of Washington City for Forty Years as Told by the Letters of a Newspaper Correspondent
Briggs, Emily Edson
United States -- Politics and government -- 1865-1933; Washington (D.C.) -- History
Rachel Townsend, the Quakeress, takes the platform, and scores the
factory girl for her effective speech of the evening before. She says
she has a good word to say for Congress; a good word for President
Grant, who has taken the colored man by the hand and raised him to a
place he never occupied before. He had placed the despised Quakers
over the Indians and the Quakers had done what powder and bullets had
failed to do. Quaker women were amongst the Indians, Christianizing
them as much as the other sex.
Mrs. Jocelyn Gage was then introduced by a handsome preamble, in Mrs.
Stanton’s own style. She said Mrs. Gage was author of a pamphlet upon
“Woman as an Inventor,” and that the pamphlet went to prove that
women originated the cotton-gin. Mrs. Gage, however, did not tell the
audience any new facts about woman suffrage.
The majestic, most queenly Pauline Davis criticised Senator Wilson
because he had spoken of the black men and said nothing about the
black women.
Miss Anthony then offered a resolution on the sixteenth amendment,
and made just such a speech as only Susan can. She demanded that
Congress submit the amendment. She commanded the Judiciary Committee
of the District to present the bill before the House, and that it be
done quickly. She wanted something practical to work on. She said
there were black men so ignorant that when they went to the polls
they expected to have a mule given them at the same time. “Do you
suppose such women as Mrs. Stanton, Mrs. Davis, Mrs. Wright, and
others--I’ll say myself; yes, I’ll say we--have suffered hooting,
degradation, persecution, everything for all these years, and not
accomplish what we have to do!” Vesuvius could be painted more easily
than Susan at this supreme moment. What is this invisible force?
Heads were bowed until the whirlwind swept by. Susan went up like a
rocket but came down like a stick, but it did not hurt her. She said
she was tired of harping on one string. She looked so weary. Oh! that
Susan had a place softer than a pillow on which to lay that tired
head.
There is no time to tell all the strong words this woman said,
because it must be told that Mrs. Beecher Hooker tried to speak and
failed. Alas! for the Beechers. She said that Christ had come to
deliver woman. She had entered into this movement because undefiled,
pure religion was to be found there, I assure you. Few of us know the
burden which Christianity brings. Let us take hold and work together.
At this moment she said so many earnest faces gazing at her made it
impossible to go on, and she withdrew her beautiful face, suffused
with the pure Beecher blood, the sweetest picture the family has had
the honor to present for many days.
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