Their views were somewhat narrow, for as yet the bright sun of woman’s emancipation was barely peeping over the horizon.  Their minds did not grasp the vexed questions of theology, politics, or economics.  They accepted the faith of their fathers, and shifted all burdens to stronger shoulders.  They were eminently religious and charitable.  Ways and means were at hand, and they did not bother their brains with isms and ologies.  Regular attendance upon the nearest church, and reverence for the clergy, were prominent in their creed.

Education for the masses was not provided, as it is now; but the majority of the better class were finely educated, either at Northern schools, or by the governess, and tutor at home.  In many cases where the wife was widowed, she nobly and intelligently arose to the management of business affairs.  If misfortune came, and the woman felt obliged to earn a livelihood, it did not occur to her to seek it behind a counter or in a workshop as we do in this generation.  She was inclined to walk in the old paths, and follow old customs.  They believed their own skies were bluest, their own cornfields greenest, their tobacco finest, their cotton the whitest on earth.  They were devoted to old friends, to old manners and customs, and gloried in their birthright.

In the line of literary productions the South was backward.  Augusta Evans Wilson’s remarkable novels, Beulah, St, Elmo, and others, were read and re-read, not for any lasting good, but for passing interest, and largely for the glamour that invested a Southern writer.  Madame Le Vert produced “Souvenirs of Travel,” among the very earliest of books on European scenes.  Marion Harland’s works were read, and possessed the selling quality notwithstanding the bitter taste left by her humiliated heroines.  Caroline Lee Hentz, Mrs. Holmes, Mrs. Southworth, and a small army of essayists in the field, clamored for recognition; but time was when to see the Southern woman in print was an innovation displeasing to the household gods.  Time came when the slumbering faculties were stirred into splendid and successful activity.  The depth of the natures hitherto unsounded arose to the new demands right valiantly.  We behold its fruits in the rearing of splendid monuments, the erection of noble charity institutions, the endowing of colleges, the equipment of missionaries, the awakening of wide philanthropies, and in the higher lines of Christian endeavor.  The men who shouldered arms, from father to son, to defend their States rights, were the same who, in times of peace, knew no burdens of life save those they voluntarily assumed.  The women who sewed night and day upon garments for field and hospital, were the same who were wont to employ their white hands with fragile china and heirloom plate, or dally with needlework in the morning room.  These were the mothers who, standing by the slaughtered first-born, gave his sword to the next son, and bade him go at his country’s call.  There was the spirit of heroism not surpassed by the heroes of the sterner sex.  They suffered privations and terrors without a murmur.