d revolvers, bowie-knives, whisky
barrels, profane oaths, brutal rowdyism, be the feature of
elections if women were present? Woman's presence purifies the
atmosphere. Enter any Western hotel and what do you see, General?
Sitting around the stove you will see dirty, unwashed-looking
men, with hats on, and feet on the chairs; huge cuds of tobacco
on the floor, spittle in pools all about; filth and dirt,
condensed tobacco smoke, and a stench of whisky from the bar and
the breath (applause, and "that's so,") on every side. This,
General, is the manhood picture. Now turn to the womanhood
picture; she, whom you think will debase and lower the morals of
the elections. Just opposite this sitting room of the King, or on
the next floor, is the sitting room of the Queen, covered chairs,
clean curtains, nice carpets, books on the table, canary birds at
the window, everything tidy, neat and beautiful, and according to
your programme the occupants of this room will so demoralize the
occupants of the other as to completely undermine all society.

Did man put woman in the parlor? Did woman put man in that bar
room? Are the instincts of woman so low that unless man puts up a
bar, she will immediately fall into man's obscene conversation
and disreputable habits? No, General, women are better than men,
purer, nobler, hence more exalted, and so far from falling to
man's estate, give her power and she will elevate man to her
level.

One other point, General, in reply to your argument. You say
woman's sphere is at home with her children, and paint her as the
sovereign of her own household. Let me paint the picture of the
mother at the washtub, just recovering from the birth of her last
child as the Empress. Six little children, half starved and
shivering with cold, are watching and hoping that the Emperor
will arrive with a loaf of bread, he having taken the wash money
to the baker's. They wait and starve and cry, the poor emaciated
Empress works and prays, when lo! the bugle sounds. It is the
Emperor staggering into the yard. The little famished princesses'
mouths all open are waiting for their expected food. Your friend,
General, the Emperor, however, was absent minded, and while away
at the polls voting for the license for his landlord, left the
wash mon