Happy Women (Paperback)

Text extracted from opening pages of book: HAPPY WOMEN ftv MYRTLE PEED Dolly Madison - Dorothy Wordaworth Queea Louise Caroline Horschel Elizabeth Browning Charlotte Cu* hman tucretl* Mutt - Florence Nightiagiib Sitter Don Jenny Lind - XouJeiTAIcott Queen Victor!* **' 0. IX IHITOAM'S SONS New Yorh cinci London Ebe Knfchcrbocftcr press Ill What act of Legislature was there that thou shouldst be Happy? What if thou wert bom and predestined not to be Happy but to be Unhappy? Close thy Byron; open thy Goethe. There is in man a Higher than Love of Happiness; he can do without Happiness and instead thereof find Blessedness! CARLYLE. jl/ IYRTLE REED the novelist, the humourist, the poet, was well known; Myrtle Reed the thinker and philosopher was known to but few, for she was chary about disclosing this side of her complex nature. When but about eighteen, she became enamoured of Carlyle, and Sartor Resartus made an indelible impression upon her mind. Other deep thinkers and philoso phers followed Carlyle in her reading, and while she read voluminously of poetry and IV fiction grave and gay she was always interested in philosophical studies, up to the very time of her untimely death, when some of the modern German philosophers were claiming her attention. She read so voraciously and thought so deeply that, but for her keen sense of humour, the black cloud which enveloped her the last year of her life would I feel sure have descended upon her years before it did. Frequently, when talking with the writer, she would quote, almost verbatim, some pertinent passage from Sartor Re sartuSj always referring to the author thereof as our friend Tommy CX It was characteristic of her that the more augustthe personage referred to, the more lightly and familiarly would she name that individual. Thus, Emerson, George Eliot, and others for whose words she had the highest regard, had each his fondly fa miliar appellation in her conversation. She regarded Sartor Resartus as one of the greatest books of the century, and one which had exerted an incalculable influence upon her life. In this connection I feel compelled to relate an incident which now seems to me far more significant than it did when it occurred, which was fully ten or twelve years ago when I regarded Myrtle Reed as but little more than a school girl. I chanced upon her one day in the street car, intent upon a small volume. The only vacant seat was almost opposite her, and into it I sank without attracting her attention, thereby ( in my own opinion) exhibiting commendatory self-sacrifice. Presently she saw me, and with charac teristic cordiality and one of her most comical exclamations she was pastmas ter in original salutations and pleasantly satirical appdflations for her friends motioned me to the seat beside her just vacated. I naturally glanced at the little book in her hand and saw that it was her loved and oft-quoted Sartor, and in reply, as it were, to my expression of pleasurable surprise, she vehemently broke forth with: Yes, I picked it up when starting on this long car ride because I needed a tonic. The front sheet of my morning paper completely upset me, for it told several stories of divorce in high life on account in the majority of the cases of the wife's wanting a' career.' It made me fairly ill. I was positively heartsick over one or two of the cases, and so ashamed of my sex, that my own self-respect fell farbelowpar so that I needed a strong stimulant a good, stiff dose of orthodoxy, and where better could I go than to dear old Tommy C, ? How I wish that every High School girl were compelled to memorise parts of this chapter (' The Everlasting Yea') and recite them aloud every morning as part of her' devotional exercises'! Listen to v tlus: ( quoting the paragraph at the head of this introduction). You forget that there are now no i devotional exercises' in school, I re minded her, and then queried why she did not include the brothers in her would-be compulsory inculc