MISS FAWCETT "WRIT LARGE."

Auckland Star, Volume XXI, Issue 237, 7 October 1890, Page 2

MISS FAWCETT "WRIT LARGE."

(To the Editor.)

Sir,—" And don'tforget that lam above Senior AY rangier," said the spirited girl, the other day, as she stoodbefore the world on the highest heights of intellectual eminence ; yet' might not Wear her well-earned laurels. >,Nq. Man had never contemplated the possibility of a girl's walking over his time-honoured head, hbary with privileges innumerable, eocial, political, religious and commercial. Make a girl Senior Wrangler of all England!' Give her the honours appertaining thereto? "Not if I know ib," says burly John Bull; "Miss Fawcett being a woman, must go down below her mother's coachman, legally, though he may not know great A from a bull's foot. Giris ought to have been born without, brains, except just enough to keep them in the silent shade for ever to minister to man's self - complacency ; Why ! a girl, an ''infant," gained the M.A. degree (London University) over there in that far-off benighted litfcle New Zealand, they tell me. Why !it positively vulgarises man's mighty achievements. We used to think something of a fellow who took the B.A. degree ab say 30 years of ago ; now, any bib of a girl can do iti and hot die under it— that's the strange part Of ib. We shall have them (the girls) on the woolsack before the moon has tilled her horns another quarter of a century, and . where will, John Bull be then ? Alas, poor John ! He is such an old, old party he must give l place to the infant of years. He refused to take woman with him as "helpmeet" in all the walks of life, too ;willing though she has been to lay all her gifts and gracee at his feet; so henceforth he must take a lower seat, and woman will take her proper place ab the top of creation. ,

The " rib " did it.

The Book tells us that all creation was formed in an ascending scale; first, the little .fishes; lastly,, woman ! in all the ■plenitude of her God-givon powers, and' given to man as "helpmeet"—a God-like compliment to man, had he the sense to see ib. Yes, the " rib " did it. Science will say .that bone is better than clay in its constituent elements, its infinite potentialities, and the rest. Take breath ! One clay differeth frbtn another day in glory, ddubtless, but I think that man must have been made of what we now call scoria, since he has certainly never yet been " broke," in any true sense, by the petticoat government, stroke. He etill looks upon woman as one of the wild beast 3 of the forest that he has to fight fox leave to live. It is true that woman is sometimes cruel only to be kind* and thab some good, generous fellows would as gladly forget, as do women, what is due to themselves. We are treating, now, of the average man, whose every thought of woman,is a 3nub, 'to Whom the wif6 .'must, toady for leave to leave. Yes, the original man wedded himself, ana still sits on his usurped throne in solitary splendour* decked "muchly" in peacock's, feathers. His honeymoon Will cOme pretty late in life; strange freaks that moon plays sometimes ; guess the original " bones 1 ' of negro fame sang together at his birth, and will-jubilate at his true nuptials ; and, like J,ohh Gilpin, V may I be there to see." Man cannot die ignobly so long as we have here and there our Own Sir John Hall and a Henry Gaorge—the Stanley 6f the social world—bent on the emancipa* tidn of "the forgotten'millions," woman includedk aßdc)who fwill for ever and for ever place labour high above capital. Men are more than money. Write , always labour and capital, not the reverse. The career of the dever child of fei clever father and moths* will be watohied with deep interest j Her mother has worked uriweariedly'for the j emancipation of woman. Three cheers for Mies Fawcett. " Don't Forget." I