And I didn't wonder.
It is enough to make a stun woman, or a wooden female, mad, to see how the nation always depicters wimmen in statutes, and pictures, and things, as if they wuz a-holdin' the hull world in the palm of their hand, when they hain't, in reality, willin' to gin 'em the right that a banty hen has to take care of their own young ones, and protect 'em from the hoverin' hawks of intemperance and every evil.
But mebby she didn't have no idee of givin' a whack at the globe; she wuz a-holdin' it stiddy when I seen her, and she looked calm, and middlin' serene, and as beautiful, and lofty, and inspirin' as they make.
She wuz dressed well, and a eagle had come to rest on her bosom, symbolical, mebby, of how wimmen's heart has, all through the ages, been the broodin' place and the rest of eagle man, and her heart warmed by its soft, flutterin' feathers, and pierced by its cruel beak.
The crown wore on top of her noble forehead wuz dretful appropriate to show what wuz inside of a woman's head; for it wuz made of electric lights--flashin' lights, and strange, wrought of that mysterious substance that we don't understand yet.
But we know that it is luminous, fur-reachin' in its rays, and possesses almost divine intelligence.
It sheds its pure white light a good ways now, and no knowin' how much further it is a-goin' to flash 'em out--no knowin' what sublime and divine power of intelligence it will yet grow to be, when it is fully understood, and when it has the full, free power to branch out, and do all that is in it to do.
Jest like wimmen's love, and divine ardor, and holy desires for a world's good--jest exactly.
It wuz a good-lookin' head-dress.
Her figger wuz noble, jest as majestic and perfect as the human form can be.

And it stood up there jest as the Lord meant wimmen to stand, not lookin' like a hour-glass or a pismire, but a good sensible waist on her, jest as human creeters ort to have.
I don't know what dressmakers would think of her.

I dare presoom to say they would look down on her because she didn't taper.

And they would probable be disgusted because she didn't wear cossets.
But to me one of the greatest and grandest uses of that noble figger wuz to stand up there a-preachin' to more than a million wimmen daily of the beauty and symmetry of a perfect form, jest as the Lord made it, before it wuz tortured down into deformity and disease by whalebones and cosset strings.
Imagine that stately, noble presence a-scrunchin' herself in to make a taper on herself--or to have her long, graceful, stately draperies cut off into a coat-tail bask--the idee! Here wuz the beauty and dignity of the human form, onbroken by vanity and folly.

And I did hope my misguided sect would take it to heart.
And of all the crowds of wimmen I see a-standin' in front of it admirin' it, I never see any of 'em, even if their own waists did look like pismires, but what liked its looks.
Till one day I did see two tall, spindlin', fashionable-lookin' wimmen a-lookin' at it, and one sez to the other: "Oh, how sweet she would look in elbow-sleeves and a tight-fittin' polenay!" "Yes," sez the other; "and a bell skirt ruffled almost to the waist, and a Gainsboro hat, and a parasol." "And high-heel shoes and seven-button gloves," sez the other.
And I turned my back on them then and there, and don't know what other improvements they did want to add to her--most likely a box of French candy, a card-case, some eye-glasses, a yeller-covered novel, and a pug dog.