February 21, 1857

21 February 1857


Entered according Act of Congress, in the year 1855, by ROBERT BONNER, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Southern District of New York.


I maintain it: all the heroism of the present day is to be found among women. I say it to your beards. I am sick of such remarks as these: "Poor fellow! he was unfortunate in business, and so he took to drinking;" or—"poor fellow! he had a bad wife, and lost all heart." What does a woman do, who is unfortunate in business, I would like to know? Why—she tries again, of course, and keeps on trying to the end of the chapter, notwithstanding the pitiful remuneration man bestows upon her labor—notwithstanding his oft-repeated attempts to cheat her out of it when she has earned it! What does a woman do, who has a bad, improvident husband? Works all the harder, to be sure, to make up his deficiencies to her household; works day and night—smiles when her heart and back are both breaking—speaks hopeful words when her very soul is dying within her; denies herself the needed morsel to increase her children's portion, and crushed neither by the iron gripe of poverty, nor allured by the Judas smile of temptation, hopefully puts her trust in Him who feedeth the sparrows.

She—"the weaker sex?" Out on your pusillanimous manhood! "Took to drinking because he was unhappy!" Bless—his—big—Spartan—soul! How I admire him! Couldn't live a minute without he had everything to his mind; never had the slightest idea of walking round an obstacle, or jumping over it; never practised that sort of philosophical gymnastics—couldn't grit his teeth at fate, and defy it to do its worst, because they chattered so;—poor fellow! Wanted buttered toast, and had to eat dry bread; liked "2:40," and had to go a-foot; fond of wine, and had to drink Croton; couldn't smoke, though his stove-pipe did; rushed out of the world and left his wife and children to battle with the fate that his coward soul was afraid to meet. Brave, magnanimous fellow!

Again—we are constantly hearing that the extravagance of women debars young men from the bliss of matrimony. Poor things! they can't select a wife from out the frivolous circle of fashion; there are no refined, well educated, lady-like, practical girls and women, whom any man, with a man's soul, might be proud to call wife, nobly struggling for an honest maintenance as writers, governesses, teachers, semptresses, and milliners. They never read such an advertisement as this in the papers:

"Wanted, by a young girl, the situation as governess. She can teach the English branches, French and Italian; and is willing to accept a small remuneration, to secure a respectable home."

Fudge! None so blind as they who wont see. The truth is, most of the young men of the present day are selfish to the backbone. "Poor," too—very poor!—never go to Shelley's or Delmonico's for a nice little game supper, washed down with champagne at $2 a bottle; never smoke dozens of cigars a-day, at six cents a piece; never invite——themselves to go to concerts, the opera, or the theatre! Wish they could afford to get married, but can't, at least not—till, as they elegantly express it, "they meet a pretty girl who has the tin."

Source Text:

Fanny Fern, "A Gauntlet for the Men," The New-York Ledger (21 February 1857): 4

To cite this project:

Fanny Fern, "A Gauntlet for the Men," Fanny Fern in The New York Ledger, Ed. Kevin McMullen (2014) http://fannyfern.org.

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