Josephine E. Butler

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Butler Josephine Elizabeth Grey. Josephine E. Butler

PREFACE

INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER I. DILSTON

CHAPTER II. OXFORD

CHAPTER III. CHELTENHAM

CHAPTER IV. LIVERPOOL

CHAPTER V. EDUCATION OF WOMEN

CHAPTER VI. WOMEN’S REVOLT

CHAPTER VII. COLCHESTER ELECTION

CHAPTER VIII. APPEAL TO MAGNA CHARTA

CHAPTER IX. MISSION TO CONTINENT

CHAPTER X. THE FEDERATION

CHAPTER XI. GOVERNMENT BY POLICE

CHAPTER XII. REPEAL

CHAPTER XIII. WINCHESTER

CHAPTER XIV. INDIA

CHAPTER XV. GENEVA

CHAPTER XVI. PROPHETS AND PROPHETESSES

CHAPTER XVII. THE STORM-BELL

CHAPTER XVIII. TWO CONFERENCES

CHAPTER XIX. MEMORIES

CHAPTER XX. THE MORNING COMETH

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Josephine Butler was one of the great people of the world. In character, in work done, in influence on others, she was among that few great people who have moulded the course of things. The world is different because she lived. Like most of the very great people of the world, she was extremely cosmopolitan. She belongs to all nations and to all time. The work she did, the people she influenced, prove this. Her Voice in the Desert has been translated into most languages of Europe, and has spoken like the voice of a compatriot to the people of every land. She was a great leader of men and women, and a skilful and intrepid general of the battles she fought. As an orator she touched the hearts of her hearers as no one else has done to whom I have listened. She aimed at a perfectly definite object, but round that object there gathered in her mind many others, all converging to the same end. She left behind her wherever she went new thoughts and new aims and new ideals.

Around her central thought grew up many others, and a host of good works have been left in many countries as living memorials of her influence. She thus not only led a great crusade, but she helped to raise the characters of the individuals engaged in it.

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now, and if she is gone to the happy hunting grounds, so much the better for her, dear old pet.”

We had our sorrows; clouds sometimes seemed to darken our horizon; and we would speak together in whispers of some family grief which was not wholly understood by us, or of certain things in the world which seemed to us even then to be not as they should be. We had a handsome brother, John, who used to entertain us in a gentle way with stories of the sea, which we loved to hear; and who on one occasion returned home with his pockets filled with young tortoises for us. He died at sea. We were awed by the grief of our father and mother. We reminded each other of Mrs. Hemans’ Graves of a Household—

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