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Publié par | Read Books Ltd. |
Date de parution | 28 juin 2021 |
Nombre de lectures | 2 |
EAN13 | 9781528769310 |
Langue | English |
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EAST INDIAN WOMEN
AND OTHER ESSAYS
By
FLORA ANNIE STEEL
First published in 1899
This edition published by Read Books Ltd. Copyright 2019 Read Books Ltd. This book is copyright and may not be reproduced or copied in any way without the express permission of the publisher in writing
British Library Cataloguing-in-Publication Daa A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library
THE LOTUS
Love came to Flora asking for a flower
That would of flowers be undisputed queen,
The lily and the rose, long, long had been
Rivals for that high honour.
Bards of power
Had sung their claims. The rose can never tower
Like the pale lily with her Juno mien -
But is the lily lovelier? Thus between
Flower-factions rang the strife in Psyche s bower.
Give me a flower delicious as the rose
And stately as the lily in her pride -
But of what colour? - Rose-red, Love first chose,
Then prayed,- No, lily-white,-or, both provide;
And Flora gave the lotus, rose-red dyed,
And lily-white, -the queenliest flower that blows.
T ORU D UTT
A Sonnet from Ancient Ballads and Legends of Hindustan
CONTENTS
WOMEN OF INDIA
By Arley Isabel
THE WOMEN OF INDIA
By Mortimer Menpes
EAST INDIAN WOMEN
By Flora Annie Steel
WOMEN OF INDIA
AN EXCERPT FROM Jungle Days, Being the Experiences of an American Woman Doctor in India BY ARLEY ISABEL
The echoes of the Western slogan, Votes for Woman! have not reached India. A middle-aged woman came to our hospital bruised and bleeding from a beating she had received at the hands of her husband. She stated simply the cause of her wounds and asked medicine for them, while her husband, apparently unashamed, stood beside her, joining her in the request for good medicine. When I took her into another room to apply the dressing, I asked indignantly: Do you Indian women not feel bitterly humiliated and resentful when your husbands beat you thus? The woman gazed at me in surprise.
Why, certainly not, she replied. How else should we learn wisdom?
No such reactionary spirit imbued the girl of Nandagaon, a Christian woman whose case was tried at court because she had deserted her husband and two-months-old baby. As we were touring at Nandagaon at the time of her trial, the patel invited us to be present.
Under a huge banyan tree the villagers had gathered, the judge, with the other chief officials, sitting on a bench, where we were asked to join them. The prisoner, a pretty girl of sixteen, who had been brought in from the fields to meet her accusers, stood in the center of the group, her sickle in her hand and her red sari girt tightly around her shapely thighs.
Let the prisoner speak! shouted the judge,