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(1868) [MARC] Author: Fredrika Bremer Translator: Emily Nonnen With: Charlotte Bremer
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SKETCHES. 281

The sun, the high and pure, shone over that chaotic
world on an August evening as I went forth for a walk to
view the town. Every object around me stood out in bold
relief.

The House of Nobles! —hem— what have I to do
there? ‘There the legislators of the’ country discuss the
weal of society, and I belong — God help me! (or thank
God!) —to the minors in the State, who, as the wise-acres
say, ought, for the good of the State, always to remain so
(in a political sense).

Two things I believe in, and the third I take to be
certain : —

Ist. That the wiseacres are right.

2d. That not compulsion, as now, but free choice, free
conviction (which must be preceded by a complete eman-
cipation), ought, and one day shall, decide woman’s social
position. ,

3d. That I shall not live to see the day when such an
emancipation takes place; to see all the madness and the
stupidity walk about in open daylight, which are now sitting
quietly at home spinning. “ For certain it is” (said my
youngest sister just now, laughing), “ that all the mad ones
want to rule, and that would be a disgrace to the whole
corps!” :

However, I leave the House of Nobles to itself: Gus-
tavus Vasa stands in the square of the House of Nobles.
J always loiter some time before that figure. When I turn
away from the human faces in the street (mine own
amongst them), and look up to that face, I fancy there
must be some truth in the Indian myth, that some people
have emanated out of the head of the Creator, and others
out of his feet. It is not, therefore, necessary to arrange
them in Indian castes. No Pariahs! Look round on Na-
ture. Do here not grow beside each other moss and holly,
turnips aud astrakhan apple-trees, anenione and rose-tree ?
They drink the same dew, and develop and bloom in the

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