ARMING THE AMAZONS.
(Modern Brummagem Version.)
[At the meeting (at Birmingham) of the National Union of Conservative and Constitutional Associations, a resolution in favour of "considering the claims of women to be admitted to the franchise when entitled by ownership or occupation," was carried "by an overwhelming majority, amid loud cheers." Mrs. FAWCETT afterwards said, "What new forces were they (the Conservative Party) prepared to bring against the anarchy, socialism and revolution which were arrayed against them? The granting of women's suffrage would be against the disintegrating power of the other side, as women were everywhere anti-revolutionary forces.... This would add about 800,000 to the electorate. They would be, she believed, middle-aged women of property, than whom she thought they could not assemble more anti-revolutionary forces.">[
Trojan Leader loquitur:—
To arm the Amazons against the Greeks,
OVIDIUS hints, proud manhood galls and piques.
No doubt; yet NASO did it in his day,
And we, in ours, who, sorely-pressed, would stay
The rising tide of Revolution, check
Disintegration, of the claws who'd peck
At our political sleeves and platform hearts
Must not be frightened.
"Rummiest of starts,"
The ribald Cockney cries; to see at length,
"The Tory seeking to recruit his strength
Prom those he dubbed, in earlier, scornfuller mood
The crowing hens, the shrieking sisterhood!"
Shade of sardonic SMOLLETT, haunt no more
St. Stephen's precincts; list not to the roar
Of the mad Midland cheers, when FEILDING's plan
Of levelling (moneyed) Woman up to Man
Wins "Constitutional" support and votes
From a "majority" of Tory throats!
Mrs. LYNN LINTON, how this vote must vex,
That caustic censor of her own sweet sex!
Wild Women—with the Suffrage! Fancy that,
O fluent Lady, at tart nick-names pat!
Girls of the Period? They were bad enough,
But what a deal of skimble-skamble stuff
Will Mrs. FAWCETT's Middle-aged Ones talk
When these eight hundred thousand hens o' the walk
Cackle for Order, Purity, and Peace!!!
Partlets may save our Capitol, as geese
Once did the Roman; nigh a million—JUNOS,
Roll back the tide of Revolution. Who knows?
Not PRIAM-SALISBURY. Does he look askance
At the new Amazonian Queen's advance?
Does he hide apprehension with a smile?
The Amazons are used to Grecian guile;
ACHILLES-GLADSTONE sorely they mistrust.
Which side will give them more than fain it must?
To-day the Trojans show the friendlier front
PENTHESILEA, whom the Greeks would shunt,
Proffers her aid to Tory Troy, to keep
High Ilium against the foes who creep
Nearer and nearer to its sacred walls.
ACHILLES o'er the trenches loudly calls,
In menace fierce, thrasonic in his boast,
His Myrmidons, a mad and motley host,
Mean boundless mischief, the Palladium's gone
If they are not repulsed. It must be done,
Come what, come will. PRIAM has trimmed his sails
To popular winds until the pilot fails
To know the old and carefully charted course.
His wisdom, and brave ARTHUR-HECTOR's force,
May yet prove vain if no auxiliar hand
Help yon Anarchic legions to withstand.
The Amazonian host? Aha! Well hit!
Scruple to take she-helping? Not a bit
Too late for proud punctilio. No, this Queen
Is not so lovely, of such royal mien,
As hers who witched ACHILLES e'en in death.
An elderly Amazon of shortish breath,
With gingham huge and gig-lamps, though she hold
That "Property" buckler broad and bossed with gold
Is scarce a Siren—of the ancient style;
More of Minerva's frown than Venus' smile!
But then, eight hundred thousand!!! There's the rub.
Recruited from the Platform and the Tub,
With Middle-aged and Propertied Amazons,
Ilium may master e'en the Myrmidons.
Come, anti-revolutionaries, come!
Strike Anarchy dead, and Socialism dumb!
Accept new arms, ye maiden cohorts! Take
The weapon that shall make ACHILLES shake,
And reinforce, against the wiles of Greece,
The powers of Property, Privilege, and Peace!