frequently hitched together, and sometimes a woman is yoked with a cow to draw a load of produce to the city. Many of these peasant women will carry upon their heads a load of vegetables that few American men could easily lift. These women have the muscles of the waist and trunk thoroughly developed. Despite their hardships, they do not suffer from the backache or displacements, or other ailments which the women who dress fashionably are constantly afflicted with.—Phrenological Journal.
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Women, Courage of—See Bravery of Women.
Women Fighting Disease—See Tuberculosis.
Women Graduates—See Alumnæ Occupations.
WOMEN IN BONDAGE
In Korea woman is a useful member of
society, for material interests hang on her
hand. Once, on a walk by the city wall, we
saw a man sitting on a stone weeping. His
was a full-mouthed, heart-broken cry, as tho
the world had given way under him. "Why,"
we asked—"why all this fuss?" He looked
vacantly at us for a moment, and then resumed
where he had left off. We found that
the trouble was about a woman, his wife;
she had left him. "How he must have loved
her to cry like that," remarked a lady in the
party. It was translated, but he resented
it. "Loved her? I never loved her, but she
made my clothes and cooked my food; what
shall I do? boo-hoo-oo," louder and more
impressively than ever.—James S. Gale,
"Korea in Transition."
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Women in Finance—See Business, Religion in.
Women in Persia—See Persia, Moslem
Situation in.
WOMEN, INJUSTICE TO
She was a woman, worn and thin, whom
the world condemned for a single sin; they
cast her out of the king's highway and
passed her by as they went to pray. He was
a man, and more to blame, but the world
spared him a breath of shame; beneath his
feet he saw her lie, but he raised his head
and passed her by. They were the people
who went to pray at the temple of God on
the holy day. They scorned the woman, forgave
the man. It was ever thus since the
world began. Time passed on, and the woman
died, on the cross of shame was crucified;
but the world was stern and would
not yield, and they buried her in the potter's
field. The man died, too; and they buried
him in a casket of cloth with a silver rim,
and said, as they turned from his grave
away: "We've buried an honest man to-day."
Two mortals knocked at heaven's
gate and stood face to face to inquire their
fate. He carried a passport with earthly
sign, and she a pardon from Love divine.
O, we who judge 'twixt virtue and vice,
which think ye entered paradise? Not he
whom the world had said would win, for
the woman alone was ushered in.
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WOMEN JUDGING WOMEN
At a large dinner party in Washington, a
lady sitting next to William M. Evarts, then
Secretary of State, said to him: "Mr. Evarts,
don't you think that a woman is the best
judge of other women?" "Ah, madam," said
Mr. Evarts, "she is not only the best judge,
but the best executioner."
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WOMEN, WARLIKE
In warlike times, when battle was the business
of life and victory over a foe the highest
honor that could be had, when home in
the true sense there was none, and when
castles were less houses for pleasant living
than strongholds to shelter raiders and resist
assault, women were as heroic as their age.
If they were not so accurate in their aim
as the archers, of whom it was said every
English bowman "bore under his girdle
twenty-four Scots," they knew how to man
the ramparts and defend the bridges as well
as their lords themselves. Womanliness in the
bower, dignity in the hall, courage in the
castle—that was the whole duty of these
noble women of a rude but manly age, and
to their example, their influence and their
shaping power as mothers England owes
much of her greatness and half of her
strength. Letting Boadicea pass as an example
of the feminine fighting blood, we find
in Dame Nicola de Camville an early specimen
of the warlike political woman. She
took the royal side in the famous war with
the barons, and held Lincoln Castle against
Gilbert de Gaunt, first for King John and
afterward for Henry III, till the battle
called Lincoln Fair broke her power. The
beautiful Countess of Salisbury, she who was
so ardently beloved by the third Edward,
was another instance of feminine daring, in
her case coupled with the loveliest and most
