But
there was no end to the caricatures, and songs, and all sorts of
ribaldry, about the occurrence; and even our party said that,
although Mrs. Whiston was really and truly a martyr, yet the
circumstance was an immense damage to THEM. When she heard
THAT, I believe it killed her. She resigned her seat, went
home, never appeared again in public, and died within a year. "My
dear friend," she wrote to me, not a month before her death, "I
have been trying all my life to get a thorough knowledge of the
masculine nature, but my woman's plummet will not reach to the
bottom of that chaotic pit of selfishness and principle, expedience
and firmness for the right, brutality and tenderness, gullibility
and devilish shrewdness, which I have tried to sound. Only one
thing is clear--we women cannot do without what we have sometimes,
alas! sneered at as THE CHIVELRY OF THE SEX. The question of
our rights is as clear to me as ever; but we must find a plan to
get them without being forced to share, or even to SEE, all that
men do in their political lives.
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