CHAPTER XII

THE CIVIL WAR

The election of Abraham Lincoln to the chief magistracy annihilated the

last hope of peaceful solution of the vexed question of the time. Hope,

indeed, there was in few female breasts, for with deplorable unanimity

the women of our country looked forward to war as the most desirable

result of all the anger that smouldered in both sections. Secession

followed hard upon the election of Lincoln; the Southern senators and

representatives resigned their seats in the councils of the nation; and

that nation was a nation no more.

Though there were many contributing circumstances, and those of the

gravest, the women of our country had been the most influential cause of

the rupture and its immediate result of war. They had inflamed the

hearts of the men so that the few who retained some coolness of judgment

and some tolerance of spirit could make no headway against the

extremists. The women were now to bear the brunt of the hard-following

consequences of their furious enthusiasm; but, before they began to feel

those consequences in full measure, they were to enjoy a brief period of

delight: that delight which their sex ever finds in the "pomp and

circumstance of glorious war," until they learn something of its stern

realities.

When peace was formally declared impossible, the women of both sections

found congenial vent for the enthusiasm which had been so fatal to the

efforts of the peacemakers. Each side firmly believed its cause pure and

right, without the shadow of doubt being possible, and each acted from

the depths of a conviction which was as much the child of education as

of environing circumstances. All over the country there was enthusiasm

which hardly stopped short of gala merriment. The younger women of both

sides embroidered banners for their pet regiments and with their own

fair hands gave those banners into the keeping of their knights, who

swore--they did not know the difficulties of the task--to bring back

those flags unsullied by defeat. The men were eager enough to meet the

hardships and perils which they had not yet measured; but the women

surpassed even the masculine eagerness, hurrying their sons and lovers

and brothers and often husbands to the front, hardly finding time for

tears in their enthusiasm and patriotism.

For patriotism, though sometimes not easily distinguished from selfish

delight in the romance which precedes war, it was on both sides--a

patriotism which was to be sorely tried and never to fail. It was

misdirected in most cases as yet; the social functions which made

brilliant the rival capitals for a time were mistaken expressions of the

deep feeling which glowed beneath; but they had their meaning and were

promises of better things to come. From Maine to Texas there burned a

flame of patriotism such as had not been called forth in like eagerness

of display even by the days of the Revolution, and its chief expressions

were from the women of the divided land. So trivial and misdirected as

yet were the majority of its expressions that it might have been thought

shallow and unenduring; but it was to prove its intensity and depth in

other guise, and these first ebullitions were but the foam that glances

on the unsounded sea.

There was little fear of suffering on either side. Each believed that,

so good was its cause, so valiant its supporters, it must triumph within

a short space. A prominent New York journal prophesied the fall of

Richmond within three months, saying: "We spit upon a longer-deferred

justice." The South thought that Washington would be taken at one blow.

In these beliefs, which seem to us, knowing the men who were to bear the

standards of both causes, such wild folly, the women more than shared.

Northern and Southern woman alike believed with full conviction that the

men of her country were unconquerable and that God fought on her side of

the quarrel; how then could defeat or disaster come to the cause she

loved? It was impossible.

It must be admitted that in the first stages of the war the weight of

feminine enthusiasm was in the Southern scale. There was good reason for

this. At the first call of battle, the South sent forth her best and

bravest, her own most cherished sons, while the North responded more

tardily, leaving much of its work in the hands of substitutes of the

lower class and of mercenaries. The foreigners who had of late come to

our shores in such numbers had settled in the North and Northwest; and

they naturally fought rather from necessity and wish for bounty than

from patriotism. The flame was as steady in the North, but it was not so

vivid; it had not yet been blown to full fervor. Moreover, in the North

the full gravity of the task undertaken was still less recognized than

in the South. When McDowell marched upon Johnston and Beauregard at Bull

Run, carriages full of the leaders of Washington society, women as well

as men, came to make gay his camp and see the total discomfiture of the

enemy; and the flight back to the capital which followed his defeat

included many women of the upper circles, whose terrors and sufferings

were not undeserved as results of the extremes into which their

enthusiasm had misled them. This was a poor expression indeed of the

patriotism which glowed in the female breast of that day; but the time

produced a better specimen and showed how the feeling found true as well

as false vent. It was a young girl who brought to Beauregard the first

intelligence of McDowell's movement upon Manassas and enabled him to

give Johnston the warning which led to the timely juncture of their

forces and the result of the battle. The young lady had heard some

officers of the Union army discussing the projected movement while at

the table of her father in his house near Washington. Delicately

nurtured and reared as she had been, with her own hands she saddled her

horse and rode through the night, partly through camps of coarsely

jesting soldiery, partly along hardly-marked roads, amid darkness and in

loneliness, that she might serve the land she loved. It was the first of

many such services that were to be done by the women of the South, who

alone had opportunity to render them, or they had surely found many

rivals.

If the romantic aspect of war received in the North a rude shock in the

disaster of Bull Run, it was but enhanced in the South. Moreover, the

enthusiasm of the Southern woman, and particularly of the girl, found

more present and congenial vent than did that of her Northern sister.

Not only did the former frequently see the forms and even the deeds of

the leaders of her cause, but some of those leaders were calculated to

awaken enthusiasm to a degree that could not be rivalled by any of the

generals of the North. The soldiers of the Union had no Stuart, with his

gay laughter and merry jest and his floating feather to heighten the

romance of his achievements and present him as a veritable knight of

old; no Pelham with his beardless face and modest blush to make one

marvel that this laughing boy should be in battle a very genius of war

as he fought his guns against fearful odds. Custer, with his flowing

locks, might have won some hearts had the war been carried into Northern

territory; but Custer had not at his back the fame of Stuart, whose

rides around McClellan made him a hero of romance, nor had he the social

qualities that made so popular the Southern leader, while the latter's

purity of life and deep religious feeling, beneath all his frivolity of

manner, appealed with power to the finer natures of the Southern women.

He was the chosen knight, the adored hero, of Southern womanhood; and

when his feather appeared at the head of his daredevils there was

feminine rejoicing and eager welcome.

It was in the facts of the personal devotion inspired by some of their

leaders, Lee,--Jackson, and Stuart, especially,--of the proximity of

those fighting for her cause, of her presence on the scene of strife,

and of her deeper sufferings and greater call for endurance, that

explanation must be found of the indubitable phenomenon that there was

far more of enthusiasm displayed by the woman of the South than by her

of the North, at least during the first years of the war. Enthusiasm

only, not devotion to principle. That was assured in both; both gave a

deep and effective love to the cause which they held as right and just,

and for which they were willing to give their very lives if need were.

The Southern woman was called upon to make greater sacrifices, to bear

greater sufferings, than her sister of the North; but none can doubt

that the latter would have borne all these as nobly had fate called upon

her to do so. Those who know the story of Southern womanhood in those

terrible days must give to it all honor and admiration; but these must

not be granted as exclusively its right, without due sense of the

sufficient patriotism and courage displayed by Northern womanhood at the

call of country. Each gave all that she had to give; each proved that

her patriotism was not a mere name.

If among the women of the South there was more fervent enthusiasm than

among those of the North, there was also deeper hatred of the enemies of

their cause. When General Butler, as master of New Orleans, issued the

equally famous and infamous proclamation that won for him for all time

the title of "Beast Butler" among the women of the South, setting forth

that any woman who insulted on the street a Union soldier might be

treated, without redress on her part, as a woman of the town, he not

only consigned his memory to odium, but recorded the bitterness of the

feminine spirit among the conquered people. The best friend of Southern

womanhood cannot deny that this bitterness often took unjustifiable

expression. The very issuance of the proclamation proved that the ladies

of New Orleans were given to unseemly vituperation of the soldiers who

bore aloft the cause so bitterly hated by the women of the invaded land,

and in other ways and places the obligations of ladyhood and even of

femininity were too often forgotten in the impulses of hatred and wrath.

These ebullitions of the female spirit were not to be repressed by

circumstances; that spirit flamed but the more fiercely as it found

itself in danger of result. In these days of calmer judgment we know

what excuse there was among Southern women for the feeling of hatred and

bitterness; we know what it meant to ladies of delicacy and refinement

to be insulted by a brutal soldiery, too often unrepressed even by their

officers; we can understand the helpless wrath that filled the breast of

the Southern woman as she saw her dearest household possessions taken

from her or wantonly destroyed by mercenaries, as was the rule rather

than the exception when Sherman and his "bummers" went "marching through

Georgia" and forgot the rules of civilized warfare, or when Sheridan

almost fulfilled his boast that he "would make the Valley of Virginia so

barren that a crow flying over it would have to carry its own rations,"

or when Milroy and his German troops burned and harried and oppressed.

Had the operations of war been set in the North as in the South, there

would doubtless have been equal cause for hatred in that section, but

the only time that warfare was carried thither it was governed and

directed by a general who would not tolerate the modern methods of

making war upon unarmed people, and the burning of Chambersburg was the

sole act of vandalism of which the North ever had the knowledge that

comes of suffering. So the history of womanhood during the war between

the sections is largely a history of the women of the Confederacy, just

as the latent and mediate effects of that war first showed themselves

among Southern womanhood.

Indeed, after the first impulses of enthusiasm were over, the part

played in the war by the women of the North was largely confined to

endurance and sacrifice of the emotions--neither a small thing, yet only

a part of that which was borne by their Southern sisters. They gave

their dear ones uncomplainingly and even gladly and they endured

suspense and sorrow and sometimes hardship while the breadwinner was

absent on the business of his country; but of personal suffering they

knew nothing. Far be the thought of minimizing their gifts; the

thousands of bereft wives and mothers laid on the altar of their country

their greatest sacrifice, and they did this with a grand spirit of faith

and endurance that was alike beautiful and inspiring; but all that they

did in this wise was done also by the Southern women, and these bore

added pangs of suffering in the destruction of their homes, in the loss

of all their substance, and in personal peril and privation and the rest

of the woes that await womanhood in a conquered country.

Nor must it be forgotten that the Southern woman was peculiarly unfitted

by the circumstances of her nurture and training to bear the privations

which fell to her lot in such full measure. She had been reared in the

greatest luxury that this country could give; she had been from time

immemorial the spoilt child of our land, taught that there was not and

never would be need for her to raise her hand in effort or to express an

ungratified wish; she was refined and cultured and totally, as it

seemed, unfitted for rude contact with the world. Yet she forgot all

these things when the need came. The Virginia lady, when the tide of war

flowed irresistibly over her State, frequently "refugeed," to use her

own most unjustifiable and abominable vocable, into some less perilous

section of the land, where she lived the life of a peasant, doing her

own housework, mending and making the clothes worn by herself and her

children, cooking her poor meal of bacon and substituting for the

fragrant Mocha to which she had been accustomed beans whose flavor made

a mere mockery of the coffee they were intended to represent, and doing

all with a gallant cheerfulness which found its sole failure when she

thought of the sufferings of her husband and sons in the starving and

barefooted army of Lee. To this pass was she reduced, she who had lived

upon "the fat of the land," for whom had been reserved the daintiest

morsels that the land could supply, and whose hands had never known a

weightier task than some dainty embroidery. The North could show no like

evidence of patient courage, not having opportunity for its display. The

one point at which the women of the two sections met on common ground

was in the hospital service; and here the Northern woman had the

advantage in efficiency, though not in tenderness. The organization of

these matters was extremely poor in both the Union and the Confederacy;

but, because of greater facilities springing from greater command of

money, the hospital organization of the North, both field and fixed, was

far better than that of the South, which indeed could hardly be said to

have a hospital organization at all. In these hospitals worked thousands

of devoted women, and their ministrations to the wounded and dying of

both sides must not be forgotten when we reckon up the sum of the work

of American womanhood. On both sides, ladies of culture and refinement

devoted themselves to this pious work, and this was the most worthy and

lasting outlet that was found for Northern feminine enthusiasm in the

cause of the Union, and the name of Dorothea Lynde Dix, the head of the

organized force of Northern hospital nurses, will always be held in

especial honor for devotion and ability in this noble cause, as well as

in the amelioration of the condition of the indigent insane, to which

latter cause her whole life was chiefly devoted.

There were few especial heroines developed by the war; heroism was so

general when there was call for it among the women that it attracted but

little notice and won no lasting fame, even in its most remarkable

displays. There has come down to us hardly a single female name as being

especially singled out during this time for any noteworthy action.

Indeed, there was such dearth of especial women heroines that one poet

was driven, when he wished to stir the blood of his people with

enthusiasm for feminine heroism, to invent one; but the present day

wisely refuses to put any faith in the hoary legend of Barbara

Frietchie, which indeed, as given by Whittier, is full of the most

absurd improbabilities. To say nothing of the unlikelihood of

"Stonewall" Jackson ordering a platoon--it could hardly have been a

regiment--to fire at a flagstaff instead of directing someone to enter

the house and remove the objectionable object,--though even this would

have been uncharacteristic of the man who smiled and saluted when a

pretty girl laughingly flourished an American flag in his face as he

rode past her in the streets of Frederick,--the quickness of the old

lady in catching that flag as it fell from the staff, to say nothing of

her activity in getting to the window from the spot where she was

presumably sheltered from "the rifle-blast," would put a professional

juggler to shame. Then again, why Jackson should have been "riding

ahead" does not seem clear, since that is not the place for a general

while on the march, and every detail of the incident is sufficiently

unmilitary to have been, as it was, the conception of one who had never

in his life as much as smelt gunpowder. No; the legend of Barbara must

be given up, even though it deprive us of one of the few heroines of its

day.

The debatable ground "between the lines" did, however, furnish history

with some notable incidents wherein women figured as the chief

influences, even if the names of these heroines were not chronicled. For

obvious reasons, the names were not disclosed at the time of the

incidents when the respective armies alternately held the ground where

lived the women whose deeds were chronicled, and afterward these deeds

were forgotten in graver matters. One fair inhabitant of Washington in

the early days of the struggle used to give Stuart, who for a time after

the battle of Bull Run held the southern bank of the Potomac, most

valuable information by means of a cunningly devised system of signals,

executed by the raising and lowering of the window shades in her house,

which was within full sight of the Confederate pickets. For a time the

Confederacy had a regular force of female spies in the capital of their

opponents, and some of the information thus gained was of great service.

Of course the Federal government also maintained a corps of female

spies, though the name of only one of all the roll on both sides--that

of Belle Boyd--is known to fame. Belle Boyd's adventurous career during

the war doubtless produced some few results in the movement of the

armies of the South; but even she hardly did yeoman service for her

cause. In respect of espionage, the Confederacy had a decided advantage

over its enemies, for the society at Richmond, both social and official,

was made up of more constant and, therefore, better known elements than

that of the always fluctuating population of Washington. So at Richmond

it was hardly possible for a woman to seem that which she was not in the

matter of sympathy, while in the national capital the constant influx of

strangers and sojourners made the keeping of a military or political

secret a matter of the utmost difficulty.

These more military pursuits, however, are hardly creditable and little

congenial to true womanhood, and the present record does not care to

concern itself with them. There was enough of passive heroism displayed

during the time of strife to fill the onlooker with admiration for the

courage as well as the patriotism of American womanhood, and these

things are more pleasant to look upon than is professional espionage.

The display of courage and endurance was varyingly manifested in the

different parts of the country and under different conditions; but it

was constant in its spirit. The debt of the Union to its women has never

been acknowledged, perhaps because never understood. The many triumphs

of the Confederate arms on the battlefield gave rise to a strong "peace

party" in the North; and, though general history makes no mention of the

fact, there can be in the mind of one who remembers the trend and

expressions of public sentiment little doubt that it was chiefly the

women of the North who barred the way of that party to ultimate victory.

Because the most prominent expressions in matters political come from

male sources, we are apt to neglect to recognize the home influence

which is so frequently a factor in the total result that accrues from

the consequent action. It was the men who fulminated against peace, the

men who went to the polls and by their votes decided that the war must

continue until either the South had been brought back into the Union or

the cause of the latter was so hopeless that to continue the struggle

were folly; but it was in large measure the women who, by their

steadfastness of devotion to the cause, impelled the men to such action.

There will be few among those who remember the interior history of those

terrible days who will not agree in the statement that to the women of

the North was due, in great measure, the hearty affirmative response

which rose from the country to the question, "Shall the war go on?"

Southern womanhood was equally steadfast in the cause of liberty, as the

South deemed it; indeed, the Southern women, as unyielding in principle

as their Northern sisters, were yet more admirable in their constancy,

because of the conditions under which that constancy was displayed. They

were not daunted by the ruin of their homes, by the death of their loved

ones, by their own sufferings and perils. Unlike the North, the South

recognized its unpayable debt to its women, perhaps because the

evidences of that debt were so much more patent than where these were

confined to the direction and fostering of public sentiment. The

Southern chronicler of that woeful time gladly acknowledged how the

women, by their enthusiastic encouragement and their gallant loyalty,

encouraged the men and kept them to their duty if only from shame of

their displaying less constancy than the sex which was termed the

weaker. When Lee stood at bay in Petersburg, it was less upon the

bayonets of his ragged army that the Southern Confederacy was upheld in

its last struggle than upon the fiery constancy of its women. Fine as

was the spirit of that little army, which laughed at its own plight and

jestingly termed its components "Lee's Miserables," in punning allusion

to Victor Hugo's great work, then just issued in America, it was, after

all, but the reflex and expression of the spirit of the delicate ladies

of the little town, who lived unconcerned amid the clamor of bursting

shells and even held their little social gatherings in the centre of the

whirlpool of war, that the soldiers might have some recreation during

the scant hours of rest from duty. When at last the skeleton army was

driven from its defences and forced to lay down its arms at Appomattox,

it was the women of Richmond who received the news with bitterest grief

but least dismay, and faced with calmest courage the threat of the

indignities and sufferings which they feared would result from Northern

occupation. That these fears were groundless, even the baser elements of

the soldiery being in the leash of a man who believed in civilized

warfare, does not detract from the gallantry which anticipated rapine

and sack without quailing.

The surrender of Johnston's army, following hard upon that of Lee's

forces, ended the struggle, and the South was left to face the

consciousness and consequences of defeat. On none of its children did

the blow fall with such stunning force as upon its daughters. That the

South could not be conquered, that it must attain its independence, that

God fought its battles, formed the creed of every Southern woman, and

even when the end was in sight to the vision of Lee and Johnston, still

fighting desperately as their duty rather than in any hope, the women

refused to believe in such a possibility. But the possibility became a

certainty, and Rachel could do nothing but mourn for her children and

turn with what courage she might to face conditions full of threat of

the worst; nor even here did her courage falter, though her beliefs had

proved but broken reeds and her hopes had been swept away, leaving

nothing in their place. The South was a land of mourning, not of death

only, but of failure of a beloved and trusted cause. Meanwhile, the

North was a land of rejoicing; and her women, like all their sex, were

immoderate in their triumph, and did not consider, as had the soldiers

of the victorious armies, the feelings of those who had fought so long

and well. But there was scant opportunity for the display of triumph;

for the terrible blow which fell upon the whole country, South as well

as North, when Lincoln died under the hand of the assassin, changed joy

into mourning, and made of a victorious people one that tasted all the

bitterness of sorrow. Heavier calamity never visited this land; and its

effects upon the feeling of our womanhood were almost as far-reaching

and distressing as its political results. For the women of the South,

sore in defeat and unjustly holding Lincoln responsible for the sorrows

that had come upon them, openly rejoiced in his taking-off, and forgot

their womanhood in their exultation over the foul crime. It was the

spirit that awoke at John Brown's insurrection over again, though

differently directed; and it awakened a natural response in the North,

which saw in the exaltation of murder as the judgment of God a

perversity and even criminality of thought which could spring only from

innate baseness. Again there was misunderstanding; for the women of the

South, blinded by their prejudices and sufferings to the true character

and greatness of the dead man, held him in detestation and rejoiced over

his death as that of a hated foe, while they of the North, listening to

the cry of exultation that arose from their Southern sisters and

unmindful of the sources,--however false in themselves, yet bearing some

excuse, if only of madness,--which led to that demonstration of joy,

naturally held that Southern women were hardly better than human fiends

and utterly unworthy of the guise of womanhood.

The trial of those implicated in the assassination of Lincoln gave a

name to be remembered in the annals of American women, though the record

be of the saddest. That Mrs. Surratt was legally guilty of complicity in

the murder of the martyred president is at least doubtful; it may even

be questioned if she were guilty of foreseeing the crime, her part in

the conspiracy most probably ending with the plan of abduction which was

the forerunner of the murder. None the less, she suffered a shameful

death, the passions of the time being too strong for the cooler voice of

justice to be heard; and again was enacted, in minor form, the national

drama that followed upon the insurrection of John Brown. The women of

the South, if they did not go to the lengths of their Northern sisters

on the former occasion, looked upon Mrs. Surratt in the light of a

martyr to their lost cause, and so expressed themselves with a

bitterness and forgetfulness of the true nature of the case which was a

denial of their best attributes as women; and the Northern woman,

holding Mrs. Surratt to be a very devil of malignity and criminality,

could not patiently hear her name spoken with aught but horror and

detestation. So the war ended, as it began, in misunderstanding, and,

therefore, the bitterest of hatred between the two sections of a land

which was at the end of the struggle no more united than at the

beginning.

It is pleasant to turn from these manifestations of all that was worst

in American womanhood to the consideration of woman's social conditions

at the time of the expiration of the war. Even during the period of

strife there had been uplifted a new voice from the women of our land,

though as yet that voice was too feeble and too drowned in the clash of

battle to attract much attention. One of the expressions of this new

spirit which had arisen in at least a portion of our women is worthy of

note as being in some sense a pioneer. In 1864 there was issued a book

called _Woman and Her Era_, by Eliza W. Farnham. The object of the

author was to demonstrate the superiority of women over men: not

superiority in comparative sense or even for certain ends, but absolute

and unimpeachable. The leading argument of the book, as it appeared in

syllogistic form and in all its wonders of capital letters, was as

follows: "Life is exalted in proportion to the Organic and Functional

Complexity; Woman's Organism is more Complex and her Totality of

Function larger than those of any other being inhabiting our earth;

Therefore her position in the Scale of Life is the most exalted--the

Sovereign one." The minor proposition was supported by arguments which

belong to the lecture room of the anatomist. Passing in silence over

that which the lady calls the "Organic Argument," a little of that which

she terms the "Religious Argument,--wherefore, is not clear,--may be

quoted with a view to entertainment if not to profit:

"Organic Superiority is in itself proof positive of Super Organic

Superiority.... Life is the most advanced which employs, in the service

of the greatest number of powers, the most complex mechanism for the End

of Use. We are therefore prepared to find in it" [the feminine

structure] "the embodiment of a larger number of powers and higher aims

in its Use... a deeper feeling for the Ends of Use, a more abiding faith

in and loyalty to Development, as the one aim that makes life worthy of

acceptance and sweet in its passing taste, and on the other hand to see

that its failure herein is more fatal and destructive than it is in the

masculine life.... The feminine includes the masculine, transcending it

in all directions."

This is the synopsis of the major part of the argument, given in the

lady's own words; but her conclusion has a more familiar sound to our

ears. Here it is:

"The question of Rights settles itself in the true statement of

Capacities. Rights are narrowest where Capacities are fewest broadest

where they are the most numerous.... It is plain, then, as between

masculine and feminine, where the most expanded circle of Rights will be

found; and equally plain the absurdity of man, the narrower in

Capacities, assuming to define the sphere of Rights for Woman, the

broader."

Such was the trumpet-blast sent out by Miss Eliza Farnham, one of the

pioneers of the movement which took for its slogan her own cry of

"Women's Rights." The work made no stir and has long since passed to the

limbo of forgotten books, but it was undeniably suggestive and seems

worthy of being rescued, at least in name and purpose, from the oblivion

into which it passed. Absorbed in nearer if not weightier questions, the

women of that day gave scant welcome to the theories of Miss Farnham;

but the appearance of those theories, even if in rudimentary form, was

ominous, though the omen was not recognized. It was one of the first

guns of a struggle compared with which even the war which was then

raging was tame and half-hearted, and of which the end is not yet;

perhaps never will be.

For the time, however, the women of our land were concerned with

national rather than sexual questions. Indeed, the physiological

argument never took root among the theories of women when they discussed

their place in the scheme of creation; but the mental argument, the

position that women were in all mental attributes equal to men and

therefore should be possessed of equal rights, proved to be seed sown in

good ground. Time was needed for its development into the grain of

general or even partial acceptance; but it grew and was even then

growing, even if not directly under the fostering of the author of

_Woman and Her Era_.

Already there had been more than whispers of such theories. As is

usually the case, the first movements were clumsy and ill-directed and

were too radical to hope for general popularity even among those whom

they were intended to benefit. There had been among certain disgruntled

women a movement toward "dress reform"--not, however, having as its end

aesthetic or even sanitary considerations, but merely an assertion, of

strange and even ridiculous nature, of equality with the men. Even

before Miss Farnham had uttered her call to battle there had come into

existence those strange bifurcated garments called "bloomers," though

their adoption had been limited to very few indeed among the women of

our land. Moreover, nearly fifteen years prior to the appearance of Miss

Farnham's book, Lucretia Mott and Elizabeth Cady Stanton had signed a

summons to the first "Woman's Rights" convention, which was held at the

home of Mrs. Stanton, at Seneca Falls, New York. On this occasion was

made the first formal claim for suffrage on the part of women; but the

movement accomplished little and was rather suggestive than effective.

The female suffragists had accomplished nothing at this time; they had

not even influenced the general thought of their sex, and such works as

that of Miss Farnham--the most radical and yet representative in its

theories and therefore selected as typical--were as few as ineffective.

The failure of the movement to spread beyond a few rabid enthusiasts was

doubtless because of its radicalness of theory; it was not content,

being in this respect like almost all new movements, to make gradual

progress, but must upset established institutions, both domestic and

political, at a blow. Therefore it won from all sensible people either

ridicule or neglect; it made no more real headway than had the sporadic

outbursts of misdirected religious enthusiasm in older times, which

indeed it greatly resembled in its methods and propagandists. Its

central theory was so overlaid by cumbering cloaks of absurdity that,

whatever might be its real attractions and merits if seen stripped of

its fantastic garb, it could but be repugnant in present guise to all

true womanhood; it was sent forth in "bloomers," as it were, and was

thus made a figure of fun and deprived of the dignity which it might

have held had its dress been simple and dignified. Yet it was

portentous, though the portent was not of the thing that was seen but of

that which was to be born of it.

Such radical "reformers" as Susan B. Anthony, with her adoption of

semi-masculine costume, just sufficiently masculine to render it

unfeminine and nothing more, or Lucretia Mott, with her impracticable

theories of "women's rights," presented in such form as to be repellent

to all the better attributes of true womanhood, could win but ridicule,

good-natured or acrimonious, as their portion; yet, in a sense, they

were the leaders of the great movement which in altered guise was to

come as a preponderant question of its day. Not in 1866, however, had

that movement taken or even promised to assume any definite shape or one

likely to win sufficient adherents to make it worthy of notice. As yet

American womanhood was content with its sphere. It still ruled the home,

and found in that rule all of "right" that it desired. It was content to

send to the polls, as to the battle, its male representatives and to

guide them by its influence into the paths which seemed best. It did not

"lift up its voice and contend in the streets"; it was quietly strong.

The close of the Civil War, then, found the outer conditions of the

American woman, speaking of them in general and not as affected by the

material results of that war, just as they had been at the beginning of

the strife. Society had indeed been rent into fragments; but the

components of that society which had flourished four years before were

unchanged in their status. Socially speaking, there had come no change

to the women of America during the period of the Civil War; yet by that

war and its results there had been created conditions that were to bear

fruit in after days.

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