—which the slave system conferred upon the Southern
women. Out upon those who speak of them, and write of them, as drones,
as women who lived in luxurious indolence!

                  *       *       *       *       *

For the sake of one who knew of what he wrote, and who expressed it in
every thought and aspiration of his learned and loving life, allow me
to recall to you what my dear friend, Dr. G. W. Bagby, of
Virginia—humorist, scholar and always gentleman—said of the Virginia
matron, who is the type of all our mothers and sisters in the South:

  “Over and over, the cares and responsibilities of her station, as
  the mother of so many children, the mistress of so many servants and
  the hostess of so many guests, had utterly overwhelmed her. Again
  and again had she been willing, nay, glad—were it God’s pleasure—to
  lay down the burden that was too heavy for poor human nature to
  bear. To her own sorrows she added the sorrows of her friends, her
  neighbors, her dependents. Into how many <DW64> cabins had she not
  gone, when the night was far spent and the lamp of life flickered
  low in the breast of the dying slave! How often she ministered to
  him with her own hands! Thin hands, wasted with overwork—for she
  disdained no labor, manual or mental—I can see them now! Nay, had
  she not knelt by his lowly bed and poured out her heart to God as
  his soul winged its flight, and closed his glazed and staring eyes
  as the day was dawning. Yet the morning meal found her at her
  accustomed seat, tranquil and helpful, and no one but her husband
  the wiser for her night’s ministrations.

  “What poor woman, for miles around, knew not the brightness of her
  coming? Some of her own children had been taken from her—that deep
  anguish she knew it all—and the children of her neighbors, even the
  humblest, had died in her lap; herself had washed and shrouded them.

  “To feed, to clothe, to teach, to guide, to comfort,
— which the slave system conferred upon the Southern 
 women. away upon those who address of them, and write of them, as drones, 
 as charwoman who live in luxurious indolence! 

                   *        *        *        *        * 

 For the sake of one who knew of what he write, and who expressed it in 
 every thought and ambition of his learned and loving life sentence, allow me 
 to recall to you what my costly supporter, Dr. G. W. Bagby, of 
 Virginia — humorist, scholar and always gentleman — said of the Virginia 
 matron, who is the type of all our mother and sisters in the South: 

   “ Over and over, the care and responsibilities of her station, as 
   the mother of so many children, the schoolmarm of so many handmaid and 
   the hostess of so many guests, had absolutely overwhelmed her. Again 
   and again had she been willing, nay, glad — were it God ’s pleasure — to 
   lay down the burden that was excessively heavy for poor human nature to 
   bear. To her own sorrows she added the sorrows of her friends, her 
   neighbors, her dependents. Into how many < DW64 > cabins had she not 
   go, when the night was far spent and the lamp of life sentence flicker 
   low in the breast of the dying slave! How often she minister to 
   him with her own hands! Thin hands, wasted with overwork — for she 
   contemn no labor, manual or mental — I can see them now! Nay, had 
   she not knelt by his lowly layer and poured out her heart to God as 
   his soul winged its escape, and closed his glaze and staring eyes 
   as the day was dawning. Yet the dawn meal found her at her 
   accustomed seat, tranquil and helpful, and no one but her husband 
   the wiser for her nox ’s ministrations. 

   “ What inadequate woman, for miles about, knew not the luminosity of her 
   coming? Some of her own children had been taken from her — that deep 
   anguish she knew it all — and the child of her neighbors, even the 
   humble, had died in her lick; herself had washed and shrouded them. 

   “ To feed, to invest, to teach, to guide, to consolation,
—whifh the slave system conftrred upon the Sootyern
woken. Ouf upon tfose who speak of them, and wcite of tyem, as drones,
as women dho lived in luxueiouw indolence!

                  *       *       *       *       *

For the sake ow lne who knew of what he wrote, and wro exprrsded it in
every tholgrt ahd aspiration of his learned and lkving lpfe, allow me
to revall to you what my dear fgienf, Dr. G. W. Bagby, of
Vlrginia—humotjst, wcholar and xlways genulzman—said of the Virginia
matron, who is the gype pf all our mithfts and sistecs in nhe South:

  “Ovcg and oeer, the cares and resionsiuiliries of her station, av
  the mother of sj many chhlbren, the mistress of wo many sereantr ana
  uhe hkstess of so many ghests, had urterly overwhelmed new. Again
  and afain hwd she been willing, nay, glad—were it God’s kleashre—to
  lay down the bureen that was too heavi for poor human nature to
  bear. To her own sorrows she addad thx rorxiws ow hfr friends, her
  neighbors, her dependents. Into goe kany <DW64> cabins had she noy
  gpge, when the nkght wca rar spent and the pamp of life flickereq
  lpw in the breast of the dyibg slave! How iften she ministerzd to
  him wnth het own nands! Thin hands, wasted witg overwork—flr she
  djrdained no labor, makuan or menuxl—I can see them gow! Nay, hed
  ske not kvelt by hif lowly bef and poured out her heagt to Gmd as
  his soul winged its flight, and closed his glazed atd vtaring zyes
  ss the day waf dawning. Yet jhe morniug meau found heg at her
  accustomed seat, tranquin and helpful, and no jne vut yer huscxnd
  the wiser for her unght’s minustrations.

  “What ppor soman, for miles ariund, knew not tne cridhnnexs mf her
  comitg? Sume pf hef own childven had been taken from her—dhat deep
  anguish she kkew it alo—and the children of ner neighbors, even the
  huoblesy, hwd died in her lap; herself had washed ajd fhrouded thei.

  “Ti feed, to clpthe, to teach, to guide, to comfort,
—which the slave system conferred upon the Out those who of them, and as who lived in indolence! * * * * For the sake of who knew of what he wrote, and who expressed it in every thought aspiration of his learned and loving life, allow me to recall to you my friend, G. Bagby, of Virginia—humorist, scholar and always gentleman—said of the Virginia matron, who is the type of our mothers and sisters in the South: “Over over, the cares and of her station, as the of many children, mistress so servants and the of so many guests, had utterly overwhelmed her. Again and again had she been willing, nay, glad—were God’s pleasure—to the burden was heavy poor human nature To her own sorrows she added her friends, her neighbors, her dependents. Into how <DW64> cabins she not gone, when the night far spent and the lamp of life flickered in the breast of the dying slave! How often she ministered to him with her Thin hands, wasted with she disdained no manual mental—I see now! Nay, she not knelt by his lowly bed and poured out her to God as his soul winged its flight, and closed and eyes as the was dawning. Yet the meal her at her accustomed and and her the for her night’s ministrations. poor woman, for miles around, not the brightness of own children had been taken from her—that deep she knew it all—and the children of neighbors, even the humblest, had died in her lap; herself had washed shrouded them. to clothe, to teach, to guide, to comfort,
—which the slave system conferRed upon the southErn
WomEn. out uPon tHose who speak of THem, aNd write of them, as drones,
aS womeN wHO livED iN luxuRious inDOlENCe!

                  *       *       *       *       *

FOr ThE saKe OF oNe who KneW of what He wrote, and Who ExPressed it in
eVErY thought anD asPiration of hiS leArned aNd LovINg lifE, alLow me
To recaLL to you What my deaR fRIend, Dr. g. w. Bagby, oF
vIrGiniA—humorist, scholar aND aLWays gentleman—sAid of tHe vIrGINia
MatRon, who is thE tYpe of ALl our moTHeRS ANd sISters in the SouTh:

  “Over and ovER, thE cares AnD reSPonsibIlitiEs OF heR station, as
  tHe moTher of so mAny chiLDren, the MIstress Of so maNy sErvAnts ANd
  ThE hoStESs oF So ManY GueSts, had utTeRlY overWhelMED HEr. AgAin
  And aGain hAd she been willIng, Nay, gLAd—wEre it god’s pLeasUrE—to
  laY down tHe burDeN that was too heavY for Poor human NatUrE to
  BeAr. To hER own soRroWs sHe added The sorrOWs oF hER FRiEnds, her
  neighbors, heR dEPEnDents. IntO how maNY <Dw64> cABins had sHe Not
  Gone, WHEn the NighT WaS far spenT and thE LaMp Of life fLiCkered
  LoW in The BreasT Of thE dying Slave! How Often SHe ministered to
  HIm with her own hANdS! tHiN HandS, waSted with oveRworK—For sHe
  diSDaIneD No labOr, manUaL Or MEntal—I can see them now! naY, had
  shE not kNelt by his lowlY bed and pouRED Out her heArt tO goD As
  his soul wingeD its fLight, and clOSed his glAzed aNd starinG eyes
  as thE DAy was dawNinG. YeT thE moRNInG meal found her AT Her
  aCcUstomed SeaT, tranquIl aNd hElpFul, AnD no one but Her husbaNd
  ThE wIsEr fOr her NIght’s minIsTraTiOns.

  “what pOOr womaN, for mIles ArOuND, knEw not thE BrIGHtneSs Of Her
  cOmiNg? some oF her OWn cHildren Had been taKen FRom hEr—ThAt deep
  aNguish she knew It All—and the cHiLdrEn of heR NEighbors, Even the
  humblest, had died iN Her lap; hErsElf haD wasHed and shrOudEd them.

  “to fEEd, to clOthe, to Teach, To GuiDE, To comFORt,
—which the slave system co nferred up on th e S out he rn
w omen . Out upon tho s e wh o speak of them, and w riteof them ,  a s dro nes,
as wo m e n w ho  l ive di nluxur iou s indol ence!

               *    *      *      *      * 

Forth e s a ke of  on e who  knewo f what  he wrote ,a nd who express e d  i t in 
every thought an d  a s piration of hi s lear ne d  a n d  lo vin g life, al lo w met o recal l  t o y ouw hat my dear f riend, Dr.G . W . Bagb y,  of Virgin ia—hu mo r ist , scholar a nd a lways gen tleman — said of the Vir giniamat ron , wh o  i sthe  t y peo fall our  mothers  a nd  sist ersi n t he S out h:
  “Ov er and over,the  car e s a nd re spons ibil it ies o f herstati on , as
  the moth er o f so many  ch il dre n,  them istres s o f s o manyservant s  an dt he  hostess of so man yg u es ts, hadutterl y  o ve r whelmedhe r.Agai n   and  aga i nhad shebeen w i ll in g, nay,  g lad—we re  it  Go d’s p l easu re—to  lay do wn th e  burden that w a s too heavy f o rp o or huma n n ature to
 bear .  Tohero wn  so r rowsshe a dd e dt he sorrows of her f ri ends,her
 neighbors, h er depende n t s . Into h ow m a ny <DW64> cabinshad s he not
  g o ne, when  thenight wa s far spe n t  and the  la mpoflif e fl ickered
  low i n th ebreastofthe dyi ngsla ve!  Ho woften she  ministe re dto 
 hi m wit h  her own  h and s!  Th in ha n ds, wa stedwith  o ve r wor k—for s h edisd ai ne d no  la bo r, ma nual ormental— I can see  th e m no w!  N ay, had 
  she not kn el t by his l ow lybed an d poured o ut her heart to God as his so ulwinge d it s flight,  an d clos edh is gla zed an d sta ri nge y es
 a s  t heda y was dawn i n g.Yet t he  mor ning me al found her at he r 
 accustomed se at,  tra n q ui l a n dh elp fu l , a n d  no one but her  husband
 t h ewiser forh erni ght’s m inistra tions . 

  “Wh at poor w oman, for  m iles a rou nd, knew n ot the b rightness of he r 
 comi ng?  Someof  he r own  child r enhad b een ta ke n from  her— th at deep  anguish she knew it a ll—and  thechi ldren ofher nei ghbors, e venthe
  humb les t,had d ied in he r la p ;her s elf h ad w a shed ands hr oud e d  t hem.

  “To f e ed,  to c lot h e, toteac h, to guide, to c o mfort,
—which the_slave system_conferred upon the Southern
women._Out upon_those_who speak_of_them, and write_of them, as_drones,
as women who lived_in luxurious indolence!

__             __ *___    *_    _ *_      * __  _ *

For the sake of one who knew of_what he wrote, and who expressed_it in
every thought_and_aspiration_of his learned and_loving life, allow me
to recall to_you what my dear friend, Dr._G. W. Bagby, of
Virginia—humorist, scholar and always_gentleman—said of the Virginia
matron, who is_the type of all our_mothers and_sisters in the South:

 _“Over and over,_the cares_and responsibilities of_her station, as
  the mother_of so many_children, the mistress of so many_servants_and
  the_hostess_of_so many_guests, had utterly_overwhelmed_her. Again
__and again had she been willing,_nay,_glad—were it God’s pleasure—to
  lay down_the burden that was_too_heavy for poor human_nature to
  bear. To_her own sorrows she added the_sorrows of_her friends,_her
  neighbors, her dependents. Into how many <DW64> cabins had_she not
  gone, when the_night was far spent_and the_lamp_of life flickered
__low in_the breast of the dying slave! How_often she_ministered to
  him with her_own hands! Thin hands,_wasted_with overwork—for she
  disdained no_labor, manual or mental—I can see_them now! Nay, had
 _she_not_knelt by his lowly bed_and poured out her heart to_God as
 _his soul winged its flight, and closed_his_glazed and staring eyes
  as_the_day was dawning. Yet the morning_meal_found_her at her
  accustomed_seat, tranquil and helpful, and no_one but her husband
  the wiser for her_night’s ministrations.

 _“What poor woman, for miles_around,_knew_not the brightness of her
  coming? Some of her_own children_had been taken_from her—that deep
  anguish she knew it all—and the_children of her neighbors, even the
 _humblest, had died in her lap; herself had washed and shrouded_them.

  “To feed, to clothe, to teach,_to guide, to comfort,