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are far wiser than we in providing a great number of such schools for the training of their artisans. More appears to have been done in Sweden for the industrial education of women than in any other country. To their excellent and numerous elementary and technical schools, supported wholly or in part by the State, women are admitted, except to the two polytechnic institutions.

We shall have many and efficient industrial schools in America only when their value is better understood, when the obligation of society to make the most and the best of its men and women, is accepted, and when women themselves appreciate the importance of thoroughness and of high standards. When women of all classes learn to prefer independence secured by their own labor, to ease and luxury obtained at the cost of self-respect; to marriage without love, they will need no urging to prepare themselves for the best work. Meanwhile, true kindness will rigidly exact from them skill and thoroughness.

So far are women laborers from properly esteeming their labor, that even in the departments of cooking and sewing, which would seem to be especially adapted to them, efficient service is not easily secured. Cooking schools started here and there, which should be indefinitely multiplied, give hope of a better future standard in one branch of work.

The various lions in the industrial pathway of women are for the most part strawstuffed beasts. The pecuniary independence of women would not discourage marriage, but put it upon a sounder basis.

Contact with the world may develop latent coarseness, but not more effectually than poverty and hardship.

Enabling women to accomplish their purposes by direct instead of indirect means, would exalt their moral character.

Poverty is not a blessing in disguise, as poetry sometimes asserts, but an incubus under whose constant pressure sweet natures become sour, noble traits are crushed, and whatever is sweet and gracious in womanly character, except the grace of patience, is discouraged.

To create a public sentiment which will make the work of women honorable instead of degrading, and insure their industrial education, to discourage inefficiency and reward skill, are the duties which women, who by reason of character and intellectual attainments, wealth or social position, have influence in moulding social forces, owe to those less happily situated and to society at large. 66 There can never be a career for talent undeveloped, or half developed."

The above paper was briefly discussed by Rev. Phoebe A. Hanaford.

HOME PROTECTION.

A TEMPERANCE ADDRESS.

BY FRANCES E. WILLARD.

THE rum power looms like a Chimborazo among the mountains of difficulty over which our native land must climb, to reach the future of our dreams. The problem of the rum power's overthrow may well engage our thoughts as women and as

patriots. To-night I ask you to consider it in the light of a truth which Frederick Douglas has embodied in these words:

"We can, in the long run, trust all the knowledge in the community to take care of all the ignorance of the community, and all of its virtue to take care of all its vice. The difficulty in the application of this principle lies in the fact that vice is always in the active, virtue often in the passive. Vice is aggressive. It deals swift, sure blows, delights in keen-edged weapons, and prefers a hand-to-hand conflict; while virtue instinctively fights its unsavory antagonist at arm's length; its great guns are unwieldy and slow to swing into range. Vice is the tiger with keen eyes, alert ears, and cat-like tread, while virtue is the slow-paced, complacent, easy-going elephant, whose greatest danger lies in its ponderous weight and consciousness of power."

So the great question narrows down to one of methods. It is not, when we look carefully into the conditions of the problem: How shall we develop more virtue in the community to offset the tropical growth of vice by which we find ourselves environed? but rather how the tremendous force we have may best be brought to bear; how we may unlimber the huge cannon now pointing into vacancy, and direct their full charge at short range upon our nimble, wily, vigilant foe?

As bearing upon a consideration of that question, I lay down this proposition: All pure and Christian sentiment concerning any line of conduct which vitally affects humanity, will, sooner or later, crystallize into law. But the keystone of law can only be firm and secure when it is held in place by the arch of that keystone, which is public sentiment.

I make another statement, not so often reiterated, but just as true, viz.: The more thoroughly you can enlist in favor of your law the natural instincts of those who have the power to make that law, and so select the officers who shall enforce it, the more securely stands the law. And still another: First, among the powerful and controlling instincts in our nature stands that of self-preservation, and next after this (if indeed, it does not claim superior rank,) comes that of a mother's love. You can count upon that every time-it is sure and resistless as the tides of the sea, for it is founded in the changeless nature given to her from GOD.

Now the stronghold of the Rum Power lies in the fact that it has upon its side two deeply-rooted appetites; namely, in the dealer, the appetite for gain; and in the drinker, the appetite for stimulants. We have dolorously said, in times gone by, that, on the human plane, we have nothing adequate to match against this frightful pair. But let us think more carefully, and we shall find that, as in nature, God has given us an antidote to every poison, and in grace a compensation for every loss; so in human society, he has prepared against alcohol, that worst foe of the social state, an enemy under whose weapons it is to bite the dust.

Think of it!

There is a class in every one of our communities-in many of them far the most numerous class--which (I speak not vauntingly, I but name it as a fact,) has not in all the centuries of wine, beer annd brandy drinking, developed, as a class, an appetite for alcohol, but whose instincts, on the contrary, set so strongly against intoxicants, that if the liquor traffic were dependent on their patronage alone, it would collapse this night as though all the nitro-glycerine of Hell Gate reef had exploded under it. There is a class whose instinct of self-preservation must forever be opposed to a stimulant which nerves, with dangerous strength, arms already so much stronger than their own, and so maddens the brain GOD meant to guide those arms, that they strike down the wives men love, and the little children for whom, when sober, they would die. The wife, largely dependent for the support of herself and little ones upon the brain which strong drink paralyzes, the arm it masters

and the skill it renders futile, will, in the nature of the case, prove herself unfriendly to the actual or potential source of so much misery. But, besides this primal instinct of self-preservation, we have, in the same class of which I speak, another far more high and sacred--I mean the instinct of a mother's love, a wife's devotion, a sister's faithfulness, a daughter's loyalty. And now I ask you to consider earnestly the fact that none of these blessed rays of light and power from woman's heart, are as yet brought to bear upon the rum-shop at the focus of power. They are, I know, the sweet and pleasant sunshine of our homes; they are the beams which light the larger home of social life and send their gentle radiance out even into the great and busy world. But I know, and as the knowledge has grown clearer, my heart has thrilled with gratitude and hope too deep for words, that in a Republic, all these now divergent beams of light can, through that magic lens, that powerful sun-glass, which we name the ballot, be made to converge upon the rum-shop in a blaze of light that shall reveal its full abominations, and a white flame of heat which, like a pitiless moxa, shall burn this cancerous excrescence from America's fair form. Yes, for there is nothing in the universe so sure, so strong, as love, and love shall do all this -the love of maid for sweetheart, wife for husband, of a sister for her brother, of a mother for her son. And I call upon you who are here to-day, good men and brave -you who have welcomed us to other fields in the great fight of the angel against the dragon in society-I call upon you thus to match force with force, to set over against the liquor-dealer's avarice our instinct of self-preservation; and to match the drinker's love of liquor with our love of him! When you can centre all this power in that small bit of white paper which falls

"As silently as snow-flakes fall upon the sod,

But executes the freeman's will as lightnings do the will of God."

the Rum power will be as much doomed as was the Slave power when you gave the ballot to the slaves.

In our argument it has been claimed that by the changeless instincts of her nature and through the most sacred relationships of which that nature has been rendered capable, God has indicated Woman, who is the born conservator of home, to be the Nemesis of Home's arch enemy, King Alcohol. And further, that in a Republic, this power of hers may be most effectively exercised by giving her a voice in the decision by which the rum-shop door shall be opened or closed beside her home.

This position is strongly supported by evidence. About the year 1850, petitions were extensively circulated in Cincinnati, (later the fiercest battle-ground of the Woman's crusade,) asking that the liquor traffic be put under the ban of law. Bishop Simpson, one of the noblest and most discerning minds of his century, was deeply interested in this movement. It was decided to ask for the names of women as well as those of men, and it was found that the former signed the petition more readily and in much larger numbers than the latter. Another fact was ascertained which rebuts the hackneyed assertion that women of the lower class will not be on the temperance side in this great war. For it was found-as might, indeed, have been most reasonably predicted—that the ignorant, the poor (many of them wives, mothers and daughters of intemperate men), were among the most eager to sign the petition. Many a hand was taken from the wash-tub to hold the pencil and affix the signature of women of this class, and many another, which could only make the sign of the cross, did that with tears and a hearty "GOD bless you.” "That was a wonderful lesson to me," said the good Bishop, and he has always believed since then that GOD will give our enemy into our hands by giving to us an ally still more powerful

-Woman with the ballot against rum-shops in our land. It has been said so often that the very frequency of reiteration has in some minds induced belief that women of the better class will never consent to declare themselves at the polls. But, tens of thousands from the most tenderly sheltered homes have gone day after day to the saloons, and have spent hour after hour upon their sanded floors, and in their reeking air-places in which not the worst politician would dare to locate the ballotbox of freemen, though they but stay a moment at the window, slip in their votes and go their way.

Nothing worse can ever happen to women at the polls than has been endured by the hour on the part of the conservative women of the churches in this land, as they, in scores of towns, have plead with rough, half-drunken men to vote the temperance tickets they have handed them, and which, with vastly more of propriety and fitness they might have dropped into the box themselves. They could have done this in a moment, and returned to their homes, instead of spending the whole day in the often futile endeavor to beg from men like these the votes which should preserve their homes from the whisky-serpent's breath for one uncertain year. I spent last May in Ohio, travelling constantly, and seeking on every side to learn the views of the noble women of the Crusade. They put their opinions in words like these: "We believe that as GOD led us into this work by way of the saloons, he will lead us out by way of the ballot. We have never prayed more earnestly over the one than we will over the other. One was the Wilderness, the other is the Promised Land."

A Presbyterian lady, rigidly conservative, said: "For my part, I never wanted to vote until our gentlemen passed a prohibition ordinance so as to get us to stop visiting saloons, and a month later repealed it and chose a saloon-keeper for mayor."

Said a great grand-daughter of Jonathan Edwards, a woman with no toleration toward the Suffrage Movement, a woman crowned with the glory of grey hairs a central figure in her native town-and as she spoke, the courage and faith of the Puritans thrilled in her voice: "If, with the ballot in our hands, we can, as I firmly believe, put down this awful traffic, I am ready to lead the women of my town to the polls, as I have often led them to the rum-shops."

We must not forget that for every woman who joins the Temperance Unions now springing up all through the land, there are at least a score who sympathize with us but do not join. Home influence and cares prevent them, ignorance of our aims and methods, lack of consecration to Christian work<--a thousand reasons, sufficient in their estimation, though not in ours, hold them away from us. And yet they have this Temperance cause warmly at heart; the logic of events has shown them that there is but one side on which a woman may safely stand in this great battle, and on that side they would indubitably range themselves in the quick, decisive battle of election day, nor would they give their voice a second time in favor of the man who had once betrayed his pledge to enforce the most stringent law for the protection of their homes. There are many noble women, too, who, though they do not think as do the Temperance Unions about the deep things of religion, and are not as yet decided in their total abstinence sentiments, nor ready for the blessed work of prayer, are nevertheless decided in their views of Woman Suffrage, and ready to vote a Temperance ticket side by side with us. And there are the drunkard's wife and daughters, who from very shame will not come with us, or who dare not, yet who could freely vote with us upon this question; for the folded ballot tells no tales.

Among other cumulative proofs in this argument from experience, let us consider, briefly, the attitude of the Catholic Church toward the Temperance Reform. It is friendly, at least. Father Matthew's spirit lives to-day in many a faithful parish

priest. In our procession on the Centennial Fourth of July, the banners of Catholic Total Abstinence Societies were often the only reminders that the Republic has any temperance people within its borders, as they were the only offset to brewer's wagons and distillers' casks, while among the monuments of our cause, by which this memorable year is signalized, their fountain in Fairmount Park-standing in the midst of eighty drinking places licensed by our government-is chief. Catholic women would vote with Protestant women upon this issue for the protection of their homes.

Again, among the sixty thousand churches of America, with their eight million members, two-thirds are women. Thus, only one-third of this trustworthy and thoughtful class has any voice in the laws by which, between the church and the public school, the rum-shop nestles in this Christian land. Surely all this must change before the Government shall be upon His shoulders "Who shall one day reign King of Nations as he now reigns King of Saints.

Furthermore, four-fifths of the teachers in this land are women, whose thoughtful judgment, expressed with the authority of which I speak, would greatly help forward the victory of our cause. And finally, by those who fear the effect of the foreign element in our country, let it be remembered that we have six native for every one woman who is foreign born, for it is men who emigrate in largest number to our shores.

When all these facts (and many more that might be added) are marshalled into line, how illogical it seems for good men to harangue us as they do about our "duty to educate public sentiment to the level of better law," and their exhortations to American mothers to "train their sons to vote aright." As said Mrs. Governor Wallace, of Indiana, until the crusade an opponent of the franchise, "What a bitter sarcasm you utter, gentlemen, to us who have the public sentiment of which you speak, all burning in our hearts, and yet are not permitted to turn it to account.”

Let us, then, each one of us, offer our earnest prayer to GOD, and speak our honest word to man in favor of this added weapon in Woman's hands, remembering that every petition in the ear of GOD, and every utterance in the ears of men, swells the dimensions of that resistless tide of influence which shall yet float within our reach all that we ask or need. Dear Christian women who have crusaded in the rumshops, I urge that you begin crusading in halls of legislation, in primary meetings and the offices of excise commissioners. Roll in your petitions, burnish your arguments, multiply your prayers. Go to the voters in your town--procure the official list and see them one by one--and get them pledged to a local ordinance requiring the votes of men and women before a license can be issued to open rum-shop doors beside your homes; go to the Legislature with the same; remember this may be just as really Christian work as praying in saloons was in those other glorious days. Let us not limit GOD, whose modes of operation are so infinitely varied in nature and in grace. I believe in the correlation of spiritual forces, and that the heat which melted hearts to tenderness in the crusade is soon to be the light which shall reveal our opportunity and duty as the Republic's daughters.

Longer ago than I shall tell, my father returned one night to the far-off Wisconsin home where I was reared, and sitting by my mother's chair, with a child's attentive ear I listened to their words. He told us of the news that day had brought about Neal Dow, and the great fight for Prohibition down in Maine, and then he said: "I wonder if poor, rum-cursed Wisconsin will ever get a law like that?" mother rocked awhile in silence, iu the dear old chair I love, and then she gently said: "Yes, Josiah, there'll be such a law all over the land some day, when women vote."

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