of the tenth edition, p. 188.) I may add that a Russian proverb says “Love your wife like your soul and beat her like your shuba” (overcoat); and, according to another Russian proverb, “a dear one’s blows hurt not long.”  At the same time it has been remarked that the domination of men by women is peculiarly frequent among the Slav peoples. (V.  Schlichtegroll, op. cit., p. 23.) Cellini, in an interesting passage in his Life (book ii, chapters xxxiv-xxxv), describes his own brutal treatment of his model Caterina, who was also his mistress, and the pleasure which, to his surprise, she took in it.  Dr. Simon Forman, also, the astrologist, tells in his Autobiography (p. 7) how, as a young and puny apprentice to a hosier, he was beaten, scolded, and badly treated by the servant girl, but after some years of this treatment he turned on her, beat her black and blue, and ever after “Mary would do for him all that she could.”

That it is a sign of love for a man to beat his sweetheart, and a sign much appreciated by women, is illustrated by the episode of Cariharta and Repolido, in “Rinconete and Cortadillo,” one of Cervantes’s Exemplary Novels.  The Indian women of South America feel in the same way, and Mantegazza when traveling in Bolivia found that they complained when they were not beaten by their husbands, and that a girl was proud when she could say “He loves me greatly, for he often beats me.” (Fisiologia della Donna, chapter xiii.) The same feeling evidently existed in classic antiquity, for we find Lucian, in his “Dialogues of Courtesans,” makes a woman say:  “He who has not rained blows on his mistress and torn her hair and her garments is not yet in love,” while Ovid advises lovers sometimes to be angry with their sweethearts and to tear their dresses.

Among the Italian Camorrista, according to Russo, wives are very badly treated.  Expression is given to this fact in the popular songs.  But the women only feel themselves tenderly loved when they are badly treated by their husbands; the man who does not beat them they look upon as a fool.  It is the same in the east end of London.  “If anyone has doubts as to the brutalities practised on women by men,” writes a London magistrate, “let him visit the London Hospital on a Saturday night.  Very terrible sights will meet his eye.  Sometimes as many as twelve or fourteen women may be seen seated in the receiving room, waiting for their bruised and bleeding faces and bodies to be attended to.  In nine cases out of ten the injuries have been inflicted by brutal and perhaps drunken husbands.  The nurses tell me, however, that any remarks they may make reflecting on the aggressors are received with great indignation by the wretched sufferers.  They positively will not hear a single word against the cowardly ruffians.  ‘Sometimes,’ said a nurse to me, ’when I have told a woman that her husband is a brute, she has drawn herself