Critical Lens Analysis: The roles of Women in 19th Century (in the United States) by Wendy Lehman https://padlet.com/wlehman/kc758hvo1yqo3hin Post you analysis under the passage. en-us 2022-05-02 18:20:28 UTC 2022-05-04 20:13:37 UTC hello@padlet.com Text #1: Fanny Fern, “How Husbands May Rule,” 1853 (excerpts) story in Fanny Fern [Sara Payson Willis], Fern Leaves from Fanny’s Port-Folio wlehman https://padlet.com/wlehman/kc758hvo1yqo3hin/wish/2170537564 “Dear Mary,” said Harry —— to his little wife, “I have a favor to ask of you. You have a friend whom  I dislike very much, and who I am quite sure will make trouble between us. Will you give up Mrs. May  for my sake, Mary?”  

A slight shade of vexation crossed Mary’s pretty face, as she said, “You are  unreasonable, Harry. She is lady-like, refined, intellectual, and fascinating, is she not?”  “Yes, all of that; and, for that very reason, her influence over one so yielding and  

vexation:  irritation,  annoyance


impulsive as yourself is more to be dreaded, if unfavorable. I’m quite in earnest, Mary. I could wish never  to see you together again.” . . .  
“Well,” said the little wife, turning away, and patting her foot nervously, “I don’t see how I can break  with her, Harry, for a whim of yours; besides, I’ve promised to go there this very evening.”  Harry made no reply, and in a few moments was on his way to his office. . . . Harry was vexed — she  was sure of that; he had gone off, for the first time since their marriage, without the affectionate goodbye  that was usual with him, even when they parted but for an hour or two. And so she wandered, restless and  unhappy, into her little sleeping-room.  
It was quite a little gem. There were statuettes, and pictures, and vases, all gifts from him either before  or since their marriage; each one had a history of its own — some tender association connected with  Harry. . . . Turn where she would, some proof of his devotion met her eye. But Mrs. May! She was so  smart and satirical! She would make so much sport of her, for being “ruled” so by Harry! Hadn’t she told  him “all the men were tyrants,” and this was Harry’s first attempt to govern her. No, no, it wouldn’t do for  her to yield.  
. . . Yes, she would go; she had quite made up her mind to that. Then she opened her jewel-case; a little  note fell at her feet. She knew the contents very well. It was from Harry — slipped slyly into her hand on  her birthday, with that pretty bracelet. It couldn’t do any harm to read it again. It was very lover-like for a  

  
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year-old husband; but she liked it! Dear Harry! and she folded it back, and sat down, more  unhappy than ever, with her hands crossed in her lap, and her mind in a most pitiable state  of irresolution.  
Perhaps, after all, Harry was right about Mrs. May; and if he wasn’t, one hair of his head  was worth more to her than all the women in the world. He never said one unkind word to  her — never! He had anticipated every wish. He had been so attentive and solicitous when  she was ill. How could she grieve [sadden] him? 
Love conquered! The pretty robe was folded away, the jewels returned to their case, and,  with a light heart, Mary sat down to await her husband’s return.  

irresolution: indecision 

solicitous: attentive,  caring 


The lamps were not lit in the drawing-room, when Harry came up the street. She had gone, then! — after all he had said! He passed slowly through the hall, entered the dark and deserted room, and threw  himself on the sofa with a heavy sigh. He was not angry, but he was grieved and disappointed. The first  doubt that creeps over the mind, of the affection of one we love, is so very painful.  “Dear Harry!” said a welcome voice at his side. 
“God bless you, Mary!” said the happy husband; “you’ve saved me from a keen sorrow!” Dear reader — won’t you tell? — there are some husbands worth all the sacrifices a loving heart can  make!  


]]> 2022-05-04 20:08:39 UTC https://padlet.com/wlehman/kc758hvo1yqo3hin/wish/2170537564 Text #2: Catherine Beecher, “Peculiar Responsibilities of American Women,” 1842 (excerpt) wlehman https://padlet.com/wlehman/kc758hvo1yqo3hin/wish/2170538180 Chapter in A Treatise on Domestic Economy: For the Use of Young Ladies at Home and at School
It appears, then, that it is in America alone that women are raised to an equality with the other sex;
and that, both in theory and practice, their interests are regarded as of equal value. They are made
subordinate in station [inferior in status] only where a regard [concern] to their best interests demands it,
while, as if in compensation for this, by custom and courtesy they are always treated as superiors.
Universally in this country, through every class of society, precedence is given to
woman in all the comforts, conveniences, and courtesies of life.
In civil and political affairs, American women take no interest or concern, except
so far as they sympathize with their family and personal friends; but, in all cases in
which they do feel a concern, their opinions and feelings have a consideration equal
or even superior to that of the other sex.
In matters pertaining to the education of their children, in the selection and support of a clergyman, in
all benevolent enterprises [activities for the good of society], and in all questions relating to morals or
manners, they have a superior influence. In such concerns, it would be impossible to carry a point
contrary to their judgment and feelings, while an enterprise [undertaking] sustained by them will seldom
fail of success.
If those who are bewailing themselves over the fancied [imagined] wrongs and injuries of woman in
this Nation could only see things as they are, they would know that, whatever remnants of a barbarous or
aristocratic age may remain in our civil [social-political] institutions in reference to
the interests of women, it is only because they are ignorant of them or do not use
their influence to have them rectified; for it is very certain that there is nothing
reasonable which American women would unite in asking that would not readily be
bestowed.
The preceding remarks, then, illustrate the position that the democratic institutions of this Country
are in reality no other than the principles of Christianity carried into operation, and that they tend to place
woman in her true position in society, as having equal rights with the other sex, and that, in fact, they
have secured to American women a lofty and fortunate position which, as yet, has been attained by the
women of no other nation.]]> 2022-05-04 20:09:17 UTC https://padlet.com/wlehman/kc758hvo1yqo3hin/wish/2170538180 Text #3: Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin, 1853, ch. 9 (excerpts) wlehman https://padlet.com/wlehman/kc758hvo1yqo3hin/wish/2170538823 Text #3: Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin, 1853, ch. 9 (excerpts)
[Mrs. Bird serves tea to her husband, a senator in the state legislature.]
“Well,” said his wife, after the business of the tea-table was getting rather slack, “and what have they
been doing in the Senate?”
Now, it was a very unusual thing for gentle little Mrs. Bird ever to trouble her head with what was
going on in the house of the state [senate], very wisely considering that she had enough to do to mind her
own. Mr. Bird, therefore, opened his eyes in surprise, and said,
“Not very much of importance.”
“Well, but is it true that they have been passing a law forbidding people to give meat and drink to
those poor colored folks that come along? I heard they were talking of some such law, but I didn’t think
any Christian legislature would pass it!”
“Why, Mary, you are getting to be a politician, all at once.”
“No, nonsense! I wouldn’t give a fig for all your politics, generally, but I think this is something
downright cruel and unchristian. I hope, my dear, no such law has been passed.”
“There has been a law passed forbidding people to help off the slaves that come over from Kentucky,
my dear; so much of that thing has been done by these reckless Abolitionists that our brethren in
Kentucky are very strongly excited, and it seems necessary, and no more than Christian and kind, that
something should be done by our state to quiet the excitement.”
“And what is the law? It don’t forbid us to shelter those poor creatures a night, does it, and to give ’em
something comfortable to eat, and a few old clothes, and send them quietly about their business?”
“Why, yes, my dear; that would be aiding and abetting [helping a person commit a crime], you know.”
Mrs. Bird was a timid, blushing little woman of about four feet in height and with mild blue eyes and a
peach-blow complexion, and the gentlest, sweetest voice in the world — as for courage, a moderate-sized

cock-turkey had been known to put her to rout [make her flee] at the very first gobble, and a stout house-
dog of moderate capacity [size] would bring her into subjection [frighten her into inaction] merely by a

show of his teeth. Her husband and children were her entire world, and in these she
ruled more by entreaty and persuasion than by command or argument. . . .
On the present occasion, Mrs. Bird rose quickly, with very red cheeks, which
quite improved her general appearance, and walked up to her husband with quite a
resolute air [firm manner] and said in a determined tone,
“Now, John, I want to know if you think such a law as that is right and Christian?”
“You won’t shoot me, now, Mary, if I say I do!”
“I never could have thought it of you, John; you didn’t vote for it?”
“Even so, my fair politician.”
“You ought to be ashamed, John! Poor, homeless, houseless creatures! It’s a
shameful, wicked, abominable law, and I’ll break it, for one, the first time I get a
chance; and I hope I shall have a chance, I do! Things have got to a pretty pass [sad
point] if a woman can’t give a warm supper and a bed to poor starving creatures just
because they are slaves and have been abused and oppressed all their lives, poor
things!”
“But, Mary, just listen to me. Your feelings are all quite right, dear, and
interesting, and I love you for them; but, then, dear, we mustn’t suffer [allow] our
feelings to run away with our judgment; you must consider it’s a matter of private
feeling — there are great public interests involved — there is such a state of public
agitation rising that we must put aside our private feelings.”
“Now, John, I don’t know anything about politics, but I can read my Bible; and
there I see that I must feed the hungry, clothe the naked, and comfort the desolate;
and that Bible I mean to follow.”
“But in cases where your doing so would involve a great public evil — ”

entreaty: appeal,
earnest request

abominable:
horrible, dreadful,
morally repulsive

agitation: unrest,
uproar
desolate: those who
are comfortless
and forlorn

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“Obeying God never brings on public evils. I know it can’t. It’s always safest, all round, to do as He
bids us.”
“Now, listen to me, Mary, and I can state to you a very clear argument to show — ”
“O, nonsense, John! you can talk all night, but you wouldn’t do it. I put it to you, John — would you
now turn away a poor, shivering, hungry creature from your door because he was a runaway? Would you,
now?”
Now, if the truth must be told, our senator had the misfortune to be a man who had a particularly
humane and accessible nature, and turning away anybody that was in trouble never had been his forte
[strength]; and what was worse for him in this particular pinch of the argument was that his wife knew it
and, of course was making an assault on rather an indefensible point. So he had recourse to the usual
means of gaining time for such cases made and provided; he said “ahem” and coughed several times, took
out his pocket-handkerchief, and began to wipe his glasses. Mrs. Bird, seeing the defenseless condition of
the enemy’s territory, had no more conscience than to push her advantage.
“I should like to see you doing that, John — I really should! Turning a woman out of doors in a
snowstorm, for instance; or maybe you’d take her up and put her in jail, wouldn’t you? You would make
a great hand at that!”]]> 2022-05-04 20:09:51 UTC https://padlet.com/wlehman/kc758hvo1yqo3hin/wish/2170538823 Text #4: Harriet Jacobs, Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl, 1860, ch. 10 (excerpts) wlehman https://padlet.com/wlehman/kc758hvo1yqo3hin/wish/2170544890 When my master said he was going to build a house for me and that he could do it with little trouble
and expense, I was in hopes something would happen to frustrate his scheme, but I soon heard that the
house was actually begun. I vowed before my Maker that I would never enter it. I had rather toil on the
plantation from dawn till dark; I had rather live and die in jail than drag on from day to day through such
a living death. I was determined that the master, whom I so hated and loathed, who
had blighted the prospects of my youth, and made my life a desert, should not, after
my long struggle with him, succeed at last in trampling his victim under his feet. I
would do anything, everything, for the sake of defeating him. What could I do? . . .
And now, reader, I come to a period in my unhappy life which I would gladly forget if I could. The
remembrance fills me with sorrow and shame. It pains me to tell you of it, but I have promised to tell you
the truth, and I will do it honestly, let it cost me what it may. . . . I know what I did, and I did it with
deliberate calculation.
But, O, ye happy women, whose purity has been sheltered from childhood, who have been free to
choose the objects of your affection, whose homes are protected by law, do not judge the poor desolate
slave girl too severely! If slavery had been abolished, I, also, could have married the man of my choice; I
could have had a home shielded by the laws; and I should have been spared the painful task of confessing
what I am now about to relate; but all my prospects had been blighted by slavery. I
wanted to keep myself pure, and under the most adverse circumstances I tried hard to
preserve my self-respect, but I was struggling alone in the powerful grasp of the
demon Slavery, and the monster proved too strong for me. I felt as if I was forsaken
[abandoned] by God and man, as if all my efforts must be frustrated, and I became
reckless in my despair.
. . . [I]t chanced that a white unmarried gentleman . . . expressed a great deal of
sympathy and a wish to aid me. He constantly sought opportunities to see me and wrote to me frequently. I was a poor slave girl, only fifteen years old. . . . He was an educated and eloquent gentleman; too eloquent, alas, for the poor slave girl who
trusted in him. Of course I saw whither all this was tending [where all this was
leading]. I knew the impassable gulf between us; but to be an object of interest to a man who is not married, and who is not her master, is agreeable to the pride and 
feelings of a slave, if her miserable situation has left her any pride or  sentiment. It seems less degrading to give one’s self than to submit to  compulsion. There is something akin [similar] to freedom in having a  
lover who has no control over you, except that which he gains by kindness  and attachment. . . . 
When I found that my master had actually begun to build the lonely cottage, other feelings mixed  with those I have described. Revenge, and calculations of interest [evaluation of an action’s risks and  benefits] were added to flattered vanity and sincere gratitude for kindness. I knew nothing would enrage  Dr. Flint so much as to know that I favored another; and it was something to triumph over my tyrant even  in that small way. . . . I made a headlong plunge. Pity me, and pardon me, O virtuous reader! You never  knew what it is to be a slave; to be entirely unprotected by law or custom; to have the laws reduce you to  the condition of a chattel [slave/ property], entirely subject to the will of another.  

You never exhausted your ingenuity in avoiding the snares [traps] and eluding  the power of a hated tyrant; you never shuddered at the sound of his footsteps,  and trembled within hearing of his voice. I know I did wrong. No one can feel it  

ingenuity: inventiveness,  creativity, imagination


more sensibly than I do. The painful and humiliating memory will haunt me to my dying day. Still, in  looking back, calmly, on the events of my life, I feel that the slave woman ought not to be judged by the  same standard as others. 






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