AUTHOR’S PREFACE.
To tell the truth, I put forth this slight piece of literature in much fear and trembling. Not that I had any morbid dread of literary condemnation, or any solicitude about financial failure. My anxiety was solely in regard to the reception that my little book might meet from women. To my mind, there was no other judge: and I awaited her verdict in real suspense.
But my suspense was happily short and in its relief, I think that I tasted something like the overpowering joy which the prisoner feels when he is declared to be innocent. The letters of gratitude which I have received and am receiving from noble women in two continents have fairly overwhelmed me and they have rewarded me a hundredfold.
The whole world is plainly in travail to lift the primeval curse of brutalizing labour from man. But the just, at least, are beginning to perceive that the primeval curse must also be lifted from woman. When these long-borne curses are really lifted from man and woman—what then?
The Garden of Eden!
188, West Houston St., N.Y.
Jan., 1891.