"Now, you men don't feel it so very much; but it bears hard on us poor women.

Life here in America is perfect slavery to women,--a perfect dead grind.

You see there's no career at all for a married woman in this country, as there is in France.

Marriage there opens a brilliant prospect before a girl: it introduces her to the world; it gives her wings.

In America, it is clipping her wings, chaining her down, shutting her up,--no more gayety, no more admiration; nothing but cradles and cribs, and bibs and tuckers, little narrowing, wearing, domestic cares, hard, vulgar domestic slaveries: and so our women lose their bloom and health and freshness, and are moped to death." "I can't see the thing in that light, Mrs.Follingsbee," said old Mrs.
Ferguson.