To the woman the man says, "You are my wife. Here is your America,
within these walls, here is your work, your duty." True, in nine
hundred and ninety-nine cases out of every thousand, but men and
women are not made in moulds, and the world's work is various.
Sometimes to her sorrow, a woman's work lies beyond the home. The
duty of Mary was not to Joseph.
The hero in the popular novel is the young man who says, "I love you
better than my soul." Our favourite heroine in fiction is the woman
who cries to her lover, "I would go down into Hell to be with you."
There are men and women who cannot answer thus--the men who dream
dreams, the women who see visions--impracticable people from the
Bayswater point of view. But Bayswater would not be the abode of
peace it is had it not been for such.
Have we not placed sexual love on a pedestal higher than it
deserves? It is a noble passion, but it is not the noblest. There
is a wider love by the side of which it is but as the lamp
illumining the cottage, to the moonlight bathing the hills and
valleys. There were two women once. This is a play I saw acted in
the daylight. They had been friends from girlhood, till there came
between them the usual trouble--a man.
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