True to his Colours: The Life that Wears BestWilson, Theodore P.
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True to his Colours: The Life that Wears Best
Wilson, Theodore P.
Christian life -- Fiction; Temperance -- Fiction
Her husband held out his hand to her, and while they exchanged a loving
pressure, Miss Maltby said: "Woman seems now to be treated as an
independent rational being, whose one great object ought to be in this
life to outstrip, or at any rate keep on a level with, the other sex in
all intellectual pursuits. Did God put her into the world for this?
Did he give her as a rule faculties and capacities for this? I cannot
believe it. This ambition to shine, this thirst for excessive
education, this craving after female university distinctions, why all
this is eating out that which is truly womanly in hundreds of our girls,
and turning them into a sort of intellectual mermaids, only one half
women, and the other half something monstrous and unnatural. And what
is the result? Let me read you the words of a high authority--Dr
Richardson: `These precocious, coached-up children are never well,' he
says. `Their mental excitement keeps up a flush which, like the
excitement caused by strong drink in older children, looks like health,
but has no relation to it.' And if this overtasking the mind is so
injurious to the body, what will our women of the next generation be if
things go on with us as they are doing at present? I must just quote
again from the same authority. Dr Richardson says, `If women succeed
in their clamour for admission into the universities, and like moths
follow their sterner mates into the midnight candle of learning, the
case will be bad indeed for succeeding generations; and the geniuses and
leaders of the nation will henceforth be derived from those simple
pupils of the Board schools who entered into the conflict of life with
reading, writing, and arithmetic, free of brain to acquire learning of
every kind in the full powers of developed manhood.'"
"You make out a very gloomy case and prospect for us," said Mrs Prosser
sadly and thoughtfully.
"I do," replied the other; "and what makes all this far worse is, that
this mental overwork cannot go on without depriving the sufferers--for
they _are_ sufferers to an extent they little dream of--of that sweet
privilege of being a true blessing to others which Christian mothers,
daughters, and sisters enjoy, whose work inside, and moderately outside
the home, is done simply, unostentatiously, and in a womanly manner.
Verily, those women who sacrifice all to this mental forcing, to this
race for intellectual distinction,--verily, they have their reward. But
they can look for no other."
"But stay, my dear friend," interposed Dr Prosser. "I have been going
with you heart and soul, only I felt a little jolt just then, as if the
wheels ran over a stone. Was not that last expression a little
uncharitable? Will all women who covet and strive after intellectual
honours be necessarily shut out of heaven?"
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