English poetry -- 19th century; Women -- History; Women -- Social conditions; Women -- Suffrage
Since these words were written, a letter from Mrs. Mona Caird has been
published by the “Women’s Emancipation Union,” in which is said:—“So far
from giving safety and balance to the ‘natural forces,’ these
time-honoured restrictions, springing from a narrow theory which took
its rise in a pre-scientific age, are fraught with the gravest dangers,
creating a perpetual struggle and unrest, filling society with the
perturbations and morbid developments of powers that ought to be
spending themselves freely and healthfully on their natural objects.
Anyone who has looked a little below the surface of women’s lives can
testify to the general unrest and nervous exhaustion or _malaise_ among
them, although each would probably refer her suffering to some cause
peculiar to herself and her circumstances, never dreaming that she was
the victim of an evil that gnaws at the very heart of society, making of
almost every woman the heroine of a silent tragedy. I think few keen
observers will deny that it is almost always the women of placid
temperament, with very little sensibility, who are happy and contented;
those of more highly wrought nervous systems and imaginative faculty,
who are nevertheless capable of far greater joy than their calmer
sisters, in nine cases out of ten are secretly intensely miserable. And
the cause of this is not eternal and unalterable. The nervously
organised being is _not_ created to be miserable; but when intense vital
energy is thwarted and misdirected—so long as the energy lasts—there
must be intense suffering.... It is only when resignation sets in, when
the ruling order convinces at last and tires out the rebel nerves and
the keen intelligence, that we know that the living forces are defeated,
and that death has come to quiet the suffering. All this is waste of
human force, and far worse than waste.”
_Id._... Alexandre Dumas fils says:—“Celles-là voient, de jour en jour,
en sondant l’horizon toujours le même, s’effeuiller dans l’isolement,
dans l’inaction, dans l’impuissance, les facultés divines qui leur
avaient d’abord fait faire de si beaux rêves et dont il leur semble que
l’expansion eût pu être matériellement et moralement si profitable aux
autres et à elles-memes.”—(“Les Femmes qui Tuent et les Femmes qui
Votent,” p. 107).
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