Curious cases of flagellation in France (2023)

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If there are subjects that are usually taught to an Englishman, he should not talk about them, point them out or even think about them. These taboo topics are related to anything sexual. Whenever a man is suspected of being a nihilist or anarchist and the police search his house, woe betide him, innocent or guilty, if the smallest piece of ultra-radical literature is found. With printed works related to gender relations, the bibliophile is portrayed as a vile seducer, a lunatic or a supporter of Oscar, the outcast. Thanks to this system of hypocrisy, observable in all Protestant communities, many social problems remain untouched which, if resolved resolutely in public, undoubtedly promote the happiness of nations by purifying the state of society. and when a timid seeker tries to shine a beam of dim light on them with a half-open lantern, he is warned of such dangerous territory by cries of fear, terror, revulsion, and contempt. Thus it is evident that the theory of flagellation, whether religious or erotic, has never been, and probably never will be, fully expounded in any serious work. Flagellants and their victims do not admit their mistakes, and when they do, they utter more untruths than a soothsayer, inevitably causing us to gather our information as best we can and search the dusty pages of oblivion.


Volumes from ancient times and, at the same time, scraping precious hits from all kinds of books in all languages ​​and from public impressions, veluti in speculum. And then we confess with all due humility, as befits a true author and his generous editor, that the subject is mighty, mighty, and still awaits its historian, because it embraces all nations. Depending on climatic and hereditary influences, the whole world is and is more or less flogged. We have a favorite idea of ​​ours, and that is that lewd manias have been handed down to us by our ancestors. If one of our ancestors was a whip in the active sense and delighted in the whistle of a nimble birch, then we also love to wave a sheaf of branches in front of the beautiful, half-laughing, half-tearing face of a zero. . reluctant maiden: wife, companion or friend of faith; Friend; while our great-grandfather was in the habit of pulling out a silk purse and slipping on his rings to present a few guineas before being tied to Berkeley's horse, Tee, his degenerate offspring, hardly frequents the modern "massage" establishments of West London, where 'Nurse Tottie' administers 'Disciplinary Treatment' on an hourly basis. Unfortunately, we cannot prove our testimony because Grandmother keeps her secrets to herself and never tells us, young people, how many times her husband, the last of the Port wine drinkers, kissed the cane on the knee in front of her or made her, his late wife, do it, begging for mercy at the foot of a fine old mahogany tree. Post bed frame.

Thus, lovers of literature on any subject related to love and marriage or sexual oddities, however peculiar they may be, will gladly receive all the novelties that tend to break new ground in this particular branch of the social sciences. We are sure that every student, however well informed, will be interested in this new work in which there are several undiscovered cases related to all types of flagellation, while the one who has never tamed, paying attention to each description, this intriguing peculiarity will surprise, delight, amuse, and perhaps disgust, as the case may be. even the last



Chance will please us, for if our little Ivork saves just one reader of all buyers of the entire issue from becoming an absolute slave to the rod, our work will not have been in vain.

With our heads held high, looking the illuminated public square in the eyes, we declare that flagellation is one of the passions inherent to the human race and, as such, deserves investigation, study, exhibition and dissertation.




labeling means cruelty; springs from tyranny, founded on hatred, lust, and a tiger-like thirst for blood and suffering.

As the tiger is asleep in most people, it is not impossible for the mildest and most harmless person to be interested in acts of violence. We once knew a friend who avidly read all tender cases but shied away from even the smallest face-to-face encounter.

This book is not a book - it is nothing more than a pamphlet, an essay. The history of the flagellation will never be written; no one will ever be brave enough to ride it. It would be the history of humanity, of cruelty, torture, individual and collective violence, in all times and countries of the world, from the primitive times in which the animal assumed human form.

The pages of this story are covered with tears, with blood, with eardrums; they tell of scenes of devilish lust, of injustice and suffering, they reverberate and echo the cries of tormented women; the howls and curses of men in pain.

We cannot write this story. In the present pages we are just trying to lift the veil a little, but only a little, because if the whole truth were told, the censors would continue to condemn our book.



the score of indecency, and the strong arm of the law, cast it down as a perishable thing.

Oar's aim was to elucidate some curious historical cases of flagellation that have come to our attention through reading or hearsay and, where possible, to provide documentary evidence of their authenticity. We strive to present these facts and theories in a decent, if entertaining, way for that omnivorous, inquisitive beast, the average reader.” Things that are too scandalous (and unfortunately we know a lot of them) we carefully refrain from recording. The weak look of the intellectual baby must be respected; and if we had included such a detail, the harsh light emanating from the print would have seared his uncertain vision. These things already exist in many works of a private character, and we will not attempt to increase their number.

We are happy to note that, like most other things, Flagellation has its humorous side, as the following newspaper clipping demonstrates:—

Here is a speech that Banagher criticizes. Two men in Ireland were recently fined for attacking police with great force. The fact that they were fined drew the ire of one of the new councillors, and the following is exactly the speech he gave at the monthly meeting of the Monaghan Urban Council on July 3rd: (*)

“Anyone who treats a prisoner with anything other than the feelings of love and respect he would bestow on his wife, lover or close friends is not a human being, he is a criminal and has the blood of servants in his veins, because “For the Scripture tells us that we all have sinned and are not entering into the glory of God, he is playing the role of a slave and not a man.” My idea was the punishment I would inflict if I had the power to make it so, to bring to the lords on the outskirts of the city those three holy magistrates, who are said to be men, who have given such disgraceful judgments, and I would send six respectable married women, armed with long wands (Loud laughter.) Lord, you don't have to laugh at me. I speak from the heart.”

(>) 1900.



• The speech above is more fun than the rest of this work. Anyone, says this uniquely Irish speaker, who treats a prisoner with anything but the feelings of love and respect he would show his wife or girlfriend is a criminal. As he goes on to say how, if he had captured the magistrates, how would he treat them, we suppose it would be the right thing to do with a woman or girlfriend who is a prisoner, to instill in them feelings of tradition and that the Show respect can be beaten by members of the opposite sex in that specific place!"

This document is intended to be preliminary only. Students and others who have new information are committed to submit it for a future expanded edition.

We have tried to clarify most of the points referred to in the letter below, which we have reproduced from a once fashionable London weekly.

“Brother, – The letters in your columns lead me to suspect that I may obtain information from your correspondents about some famous scourges in the past and also abroad.

"Madames of Honor were sometimes flogged in France and Russia. In what manner? Especially what is known about the flogging of Mdlle de Limeuil under Catherine de' Medici and of Mdlle Elmpt and Buturlin under Catherine II of Russia? Mdlle de Limeuil and whose names survive?

' Can any reader provide the facts about Mdme flogging. de Liancourt by the servants of the Marquise de Tresnel? What was this lady's maiden name and age, and was she an ancestor of the Duke of Liancourt, known shortly before the French Revolution? And on what authority is the story of the flogging of the Countess of Rosen by the servants of Mdme based. you barr rest?

“Many women in France have recently been whipped and branded



Century. With what instrument and on what part of the body were they flogged? Besides the Countess de la Motte, is there any lady who has been punished in this way? And in the times of the Revolution, did any well-known lady or woman suffer this punishment, except Theroigne de Mericourt? Do references in the 1792 annual register to the mistreatment of Miss Nash, an Englishwoman, by French troops at Orchies mean that she was flogged? Who was this Miss Nash, what brought her to Orchies and what was her later history?

  • As Doris Ritter, the supposed mistress of the Prince of

Prussia (later Frederick the Great) was publicly flogged by order of the king, how was the punishment administered?

  • Are the names of one of the Russian ladies said

Was flogging collegiate style during the reign of Emperor Nicholas? Cooper's History of the Rod (which appears to be an unreliable work) claims to have been a lady of rank and to have been publicly flogged, but the name is not given. Were Polish ladies (with well-known names) flogged in this way?

"How Mdme. Maderspach flogged in Hungary, or rather in Transylvania, in 1849? And can some information be given about a young woman, the daughter of a Calvinist overseer (named, I believe, Hebner or Hübner) who, M. Tissot informs us , was condemned to be publicly flogged? How was the Austrian cane used on two girls (singers) called Galli and Conti who were being punished for a riot in Milan in 1849? And are the names of other Italian ladies known who suffered the punishment? Some of the victims are undoubtedly still alive. Milan would be less than seventy if he were alive.

“A maid named Mary Cadman, who had been flogged like a schoolgirl by her master, the Reverend Zachariah Crigton, sued him and is said to have succeeded. Is there a report of this process? It was, I think, in the Commonwealth era, when female convicts in England, flogging was the punishment



always inflicted above the waist? And have you ever come into conflict with women or limited yourself to lover-level women?

"In any case, are the stories of penitential flogging, where the lady was flogged as a boy, supported by solid evidence?

8 In what cases were women flogged in Spain and in Spanish dominions in America? Were women among those who suffered, or was the flogging of the exposed person generally reserved for female slaves? Was there any truth to the stories of balmacedistas whipping Chilean women during the last war?

What is the current status of the discipline of girls in French and German schools? questioner."

If we go back to the beginning of this century or earlier for information, we should not conclude that flogging by official order and in public no longer occurs today.

Here is a concern from the Daily Chronicle (July 3, 1900).

CONGO ATEOCITIES. Woman stripped and flogged by order of a governor. {From our correspondent).

Eotterdam, Monday night.

“It now turns out that the recent mutiny that broke out at Fort Shinkakassa near Boma was a direct result of the abhorrent treatment of the fort wives by the governor of the fort.

  • It seems according to reliable private information from the

Congo that the wives of these men were forced to do a lot of hard physical labor in and around the fort for which they were not paid. The women had repeatedly refused to do the work asked of them and, by order of the governor of the fort, had been bound, stripped naked and beaten until blood ran down their bodies. After this kind of thing happened for a short time, the soldiers decided to continue rioting.



at the first opportunity they did. The whole incident involving the ill-fated Fort Shinkakassa garrison is one of the darkest in the state's history. They were now all exterminated - hunted down and shot on sight, or captured and executed in Boma, lashed by cannons and shot by trains before the admiring gazes of Belgian officials and residents of Boma, who had gathered at the gala on the orders of the acting governor. wear to witness the killing."

Belgian authorities can find many people willing to whip women in the back, while in Australia it is difficult to find a police officer willing to whip a young boy. Here is the Daily Telegraph report on the matter. (October 24, 1900.)


  • The refusal of police officer Bendigo (Australia), a

boy under the law is only the second case recorded. The first occurred in Castlemaine about two years ago, when the local bank ordered a minor to be flogged. The police refused to take the job, but the sergeant cabled the chief commissioner that an unsentimental citizen had intervened with an offer to hide the boy well and truly for the sum of 20s. However, this was considered overkill. The chief commissioner compromised on this occasion by having the heartless Castlemaniac sworn in as a special police officer for a minimum period of three days at a salary of 6s. one day. Thus the amateur flagellator was beaten by the cunning chief for a florin."

In Paris, a writer is suddenly kidnapped by four men, pushed into a closed taxi, driven to an unknown house and whipped there. Many English 'jingos' might think she was treated well as she is a notorious Anglophobe and has a Termagant tongue.



We quote the "Messenger of Galignani" (Paris).

"Another rather fantastic explanation for the recent adventure of the Countess de Martel was obtained from the Inde'pendance Beige through a special source. According to the version, the real reason for Gyp's arrest was to summarily punish the famous author for defaming the wife of a well-known author in one of his recent novels. The case was conducted in accordance with the strict traditions of Les Dames des Halles. Gyp was taken not to an empty house, but to a friend's chateau outside Paris. Here she was married with three men, including her wounded husband, they confronted each other, and when she refused to recant, a formal beating was imposed and the perpetrator released.Those who know French literary circles to draw their own conclusions about her identity.

Our Boer friends provide us with many examples of the cruel use of the whip, or sjambok, a horrible instrument of torture used to herd cattle - and the helpless natives. The Daily Chronicle says:-

cruelty to the natives.

Vbtbubg, 30. Mai.

"The natives are very resentful of the Dutch, because of the very harsh treatment they received. One boy who brought a letter from a woman in Vryburg received twenty-five lashes. Another boy received fifteen lashes for sympathizing with him, a crippled Basuto, who served as a government interpreter for many years, was interrogated about the whereabouts of livestock, accompanied by a playful slap in the face to a sjambok that drew blood, and was given eight years in prison for refusing to return when summoned and given ten lashes Similar cases are too numerous to mention.The whip used by the Boers was found by the police.



Train station. It consists of many strings that have been tightly tied together and salted. — Reuters Special."

The Boers sometimes use it against each other, and we wish to God that they all had killed each other before the war started, or that Lord Roberts ordered it to be used on the backs of the traitors to the white flag who caused him to make so many of ours. brave boys to bite the dust.

PEACE PERSPECTIVES. Neutral Boer sjambokked to death.

Cape Town, August 15th.

“General Prinsloo arrived here from Bethlehem. He expressed himself as very war-weary and welcomed the prospect of peace. The behavior of Mr. Kruger displeased most Boers.

  • Military authorities now recognize that Boers cannot be

left on their farms under oath of neutrality while gangs of marauders still patrol the countryside. A Boer who raised the white flag over his house was recently beaten to death by a group of Boer privateers who were visiting his farm. These looters are mostly foreigners, mainly Irish, Germans and Italians. Extinguishing these guerrilla bands will likely take the next three months, but the war itself will end once De Wet and Delarey are captured. Botha will then surrender. The Boers are now out of ammunition. — Reuters Special."

("Daily CJironicle," August 16, 1900.)

There are Englishmen, it seems, who pretend that we beat the natives; but why are these brave scribblers hiding their identities or at least providing tangible evidence?

Fighting blacks.

'Sir, - I read your note about the Boers whipping black women outside Mafeking. If you allow me to say a word



or two, I must thank. We cannot make ourselves white by painting the Boers black; and it is equally true that two blacks do not make a white. The Boers were terribly cruel to the natives, but so were we. You may remember that about two years ago, two Aboriginal people (women) were flogged to death in Australia. There are many such cases. English juries often refuse to convict white men of flogging natives to death. I daresay the secretary of the Aboriginal Protection Society has a history of these atrocities. — Yes, etc., B.S.”

("Review of the Week," May 12, 1900.)

The following case (from the Daily Chronicle*) is more amusing than the last. We would like to congratulate the lucky gentleman who enjoyed the luxury of being fucked by a lady. We envy you.

Such an honor does not come to ordinary mortals. With what mingled feelings of pain and delight did this disciple of Sacher-Masoch receive his correction, and with what joy to be flogged by an angry woman! But for the truth :-

"The Honorable Mr. Watt, the Postmaster-General of Victoria, was called pro-Boer by an irate and ultra-patriotic lady, and was whipped. The Postmaster-General could not submit, this refusal infuriated the lady, she delayed for some time. time out of office in Melbourne, and then sent word that he wished very urgently to see Mr Watt. the corporal was a traitor had been branded for less than himself, and, as he retired into the shelter of the cabinet, received three lashes from a whip which the lady had drawn from the folds of her skirt.The incident caused some amusement in Melbourne.



However, women are not always like that. The law is not a "respect for persons" or for skins, and over the velvet texture of a young woman's epidermis the lash is sometimes tied triumphantly. The proof must be brought from the sunny southern states of America:-

BEAUTIFUL GIRL IS KNOCKED OUT IN PUBLIC! Atkociods procedure under a new law that is recently in effect


Lashes on bare back.

"It's enough to make your blood run cold! this vivid and realistic image of the market scene in Manassar, Virginia. The startling story was sent to us by our New York correspondent, who also shared a snapshot of the incident. The photographic image is, therefore, conclusive evidence of the reality of the case, and where it is not before us, surely we must doubt the veracity of the story. It appears that the legislature of the state of Virginia has recently passed legislation. The first sentence under the new law, which determined that any anyone found guilty of theft could be sentenced to ten lashes, it was imposed on Tuesday for a fortnight. The prisoner was an eighteen-year-old girl named Mary Ball, and she was publicly flogged in Manassar, tied to a pole in a public square , naked above the waist and flogged on her bare back in the presence of a large crowd of onlookers.

  • Overall, the case attracted a lot of attention.

from United States; and the press unanimously calls for the immediate repeal of a law that is a disgrace to the code."

Flogging, flogging, flogging, beating, indeed heating the skin in all its forms, seems to be one of the main concerns of the American nation. So extensive is their code of morals that even an innocent parade between husband and maid is seriously contemplated, and lest we be charged with slander, we quote from The Times (September 20, 1900).

P E E F A C E.



“The kiss will be given in Bridgeport, Connecticut, where the anti-kiss law enacted under King Charles II is being revived. It was found among the forgotten Connecticut state statutes that have not been repealed. He prescribes forty lashes for men and thirty for women, applied to the bare back. The law caught kissing in public is being revived, as Newhaven citizens complain that Yale College students are publicly kissing girls in the street to the extent of violating city morals.”

We refer below to the indecent nocturnal exposures of male and female figures committed by masked men known as "whitecaps"; and also as respectable young men in St. Louis were hunted down like wild animals and publicly stripped and flogged. We cite two cases in which women, turning the tables on men, practice a little "sport" on their own - but, of course, always with a strictly moral purpose, immorality being nothing because "the end justifies the means". ."


Texas doctor attacked by anti-alcohol women

  • Several women made a crusade against them

the liquor store in Ladonia, Texas. They began visiting cold stores and other places where whiskey and beer were sold and holding prayer meetings. So they visited Dr. JM Hancock and asked him to attend church regularly. He replied that he would ask his own feelings about it, and so they tried to get him to attend the prayer meeting for ten consecutive nights, but he would not promise. At the end of the week, they gave him a mandatory order to leave the city. On the night of March 20, he packed his bags and left



to the depot to catch the train. While he was waiting, 15 women armed with cow hides marched in and started whipping him with all their might. His face, hands and neck were badly torn apart and blood oozed from the wounds. After flogging him, the women went home. Dr Hancock insisted on going, but friends of his would not let him go, saying they would kill the first man or woman who tried to lay violent hands on him again. He did not go. Ladonia is a local alternative town and the doctor's offense was prescribing whiskey. The women who did this are outstanding workers in the church."

Whipped by his wife.

Mrs. William Martin of San Bernardino, California, teaches his husband a lesson.

“William Martin of San Bernardino, California recently became an heir of $800, and after securing the inheritance, he picked up $80 for his fun. He made the rounds that lasted all night and then went home. Neighbors who got up early saw Mrs. Martin leading her husband towards the barn. He is quite short and his wife is a strong woman. She tied her cowardly husband to a post with her thumbs, so that the more he pulled, the greater the pain. Then they gave her a whip, with which she struck her husband across the back and shoulders, remaining in the slaps lying down, even when he begged them not to and made all sorts of promises about her future conduct. She seemed unaffected by this and continued to lash out at him until she had beaten him into silence and submission. Then she untied him and led the way to the house.

Justice compels us to add that if a half-mad man, maddened by hunger, born of strikes and unfair wages distributed by millionaire hands, tears the clothes of terrified girls because they think it's wrong; when Puritan "snoozers" in semi-civilization,



towns far from the frontier force the offending citizens from their beds to the corrective lash as they turn their backs to the biting wind, that this form of punishment is, after all, the expression of a hard and voluntary justice administered by men engaged in unfamiliarity with subtleties, avenge wrongs done to society, and prove as deterrent as a long prison sentence or a large fine.

Even in Russia, we find that there is a kind of "white cap" organization in certain peripheral areas, and this cannot be wrongly compared to the old English custom of flogging prostitutes, and further reinforces our thesis that flogging naked. primitive punishment.



  • The inspravniki or rural police of the most remote districts

of the Taga Grodfields of Siberia have just discovered a remarkable secret society among the mining population of that region. Suspicion was first aroused by the constant mysterious disappearances of individuals of bad character, particularly among the natives of the tribe known as the Staratelli, who are known for their speculative tendencies. These disappearances continue to this day, despite heightened police vigilance. Occasionally, victims receive their first warning by a nocturnal seizure in which they are blindfolded, bound, and whipped by masked executioners. It turns out that one of the rules of the Secret Association is not to tolerate the presence of women of questionable character in the gold mines, in order to avoid social unrest and scandals. Extreme punishment is not usually inflicted on a female, even if she has the worst reputation, but if she disobeys orders to leave, she will be arrested, stripped and flogged, and somehow secretly taken out of the settlement, blindfolded and gagged. When the lynch court executive wants to emphasize a criminal case, he is cut



The victim's head or limb is exposed in a conspicuous location. There is no doubt, says the Daily News correspondent in Odessa, who relays the story, that this Siberian criminal court has its origin in the inertia and corruption of the police force, of which several members have also disappeared. The police admit that the secret court managed to establish a high standard of honesty, morality and social order among the Taiga gold-mining population."



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Preface to the first edition. v

preface ix

Atrocities in Congo Xin

Police officer refuses to flog. xiv

Cruelty against the natives xv

Bur Sjambokked to Death, xvi

Whipping the Blacks xvi

beautiful girl in public

whipped xvin

Old law against kissing. . xix crossed with cow hides. . xix

Whipped by his wife xx

A lynching society xxi

Flagellation in France from a medical and historical point of view 3

What is flagellation? 3

In defense of the birch .... 5

Historical Flagellation 9

Idiosyncratic flagellation... 10

under the whip 12

Disciplinary flagellation .... 18

In the police court 21

The use of birch 22

not court 23

flogging v. arrest . . 25

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Torture by Electricity as a Substitute for Flogging... 26

How John Bull Whips His Daughters

The whip in Germany 33

The Arbitrary Flagellation of Madame de Liancourt 40

The flagellation of women in

USA 58

Attacks on women 60

Dragged to 62nd street nearly naked

Naked and Hunted Like a Beast 63

Police are trying to stop attacks on women 64

Governor Stephens refuses help. 65 Maddened by undressing Ms. Hesser 67

The price of a kiss 69

A woman assaulted by her husband's friend 73

The Marchioness of Rozen. . 76 The Chevalier de Boufflers . . 78 Theroigne de Mericourt .... 82 The Invention of a Royal Mistress" 84


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The Flagellation of Religion 90

Guter Vater Hello 103

flagellation in the literature. . 106 Devotional Exercises by Mr.

Henrique Roch III

Jean-Jacques Rousseau

flogging 113

Virginie and Gervaise116

Flagellation in Medicine - The Supposed Healing Powers of Urticaria 121

Opinion of an Austrian physician. 125

129. On the use of flashlights in medical and gender issues

On the usefulness of flagellation 130 Treatise on the whip and its moral implications in the physics of love or aphrodisiac

the external 130

History of the Flagellan 130

the accident 133

"Haunts of Shame" 139

Secrets of the Ossuary. 141

Whips of Love 143

Theatrical costumes. . . 146

Simple English 147

For subjects 148

the whip 148

Whips of Love 149

Marital Correction 150

By a young married Englishwoman 152

Letter from the French Widow .... 154

A poorly ranked pair 157

No shorts 162

Don't think that women who wear shorts should

be whipped 163

The Love of the Whip 164

beat wife and husband 167

E N T S.

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Subdued his young wife to the

plow 172

Deserter ladies and the cat. 174

The postponed brutalities 178

Frau Brownrigg 180

The English bibliomaniac. . 183

Should female prisoners be flogged? 186

The flagellation of prostitutes. 194

The Woman and the Whip 196

Fixing a Jealous Woman 201

The Revenge of a Neapolitan 203

Correction leads to divorce. 212

Birch is in great demand. 213

A woman flogged by proxy. 215 correction of an overgay

lady 221

beating of a woman 222

Dog harness for woman 223

Rebellion against the birch. . . 224

To avoid flogging 225

Thistles for man's back 225

Russian wedding customs. . 227

Torture of workers in Russia 228

Beaten Russian serfs. . . 229

Whippings by “White-Caps” 231

Capturing a rank 235 queen

Whipped after the ball 236

Strange history of Poland. 237

Correction of Wives in the East 239

The bull and the donkey 240

Crime and Madness 250

Australia's Bushrangers in Old Colonial Times 255

final 269




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What is flagellation?

On the good old principle of defining terms before using them, we'll explain in a moment what we mean by the word "scourge". The term itself is a revelation that points to the existence of a custom once prevalent in ancient Rome. (*) Slaves and captives were beaten there by enraged masters and mistresses with a flagellum, diminutive of flagrum, a whip, a flagellum - and from this word derives "flagellation" - a beating, flogging or flogging. Nowadays the word is common

(*) Classicists remember the inscription quoted by Petronius (Satyricon, ch. V), which was hung on a plaque at the entrance to the house:—



EINHUNDERT WIMPERN. (Siehe * Titus Petronius Arbitri equitis Romani Satyricon, Amsterdam, 1669.)


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it means hitting with any instrument other than a whip, such as a cane, which is sold in certain London shops expressly to punish mischievous children. Thin and flexible, this stuff can cause excruciating pain, as we well remember when applied to our own skin in the home circle before we hit adolescence. Or a belt may be worn: this is, we believe, a popular form of punishment, chiefly employed by coalmen, shoemakers, mechanics, and other workers who wear belts, as a voluntary means of correcting their unhappy wives and children, when their democracy O" master of creation" became disheveled. The common cane is also sometimes used, but it hardly enjoys the same popularity as another instrument which we must mention: that incredibly delicate, terribly tender and potent bogeyman of the child's imagination and - memory - the birch! men yes and women too, who have already arrived at the discretion of mature years, do not remember the correction that mom or dad made with this little thing!

Its name alone conjures up a whole host of happy and unhappy memories! Happy we were then, without cares or worries, not suspecting the deceit and double-facedness of the world, for then we regarded it with unconditional faith and admiration. We may have been unhappy then, but the tears of childhood are like water compared with the torments since then, which would cry of their own accord; only the tears don't want to come now. Who wouldn't go back, if they could, to the times of the birch tree and the stick and the cane, and of the gifts of sweets and toys and promises of getting well, the latter forgotten as quickly as the former were eaten or broken.

The history of flagellation is as old as human history.

ourselves. We don't need deep searches in dusty old archives to convince ourselves of this. A little reflection will provide the evidence. Flagellation is based on a more or less cruel brutality, and brutality is perhaps almost a necessity of human nature. We see it even in the boy born of good Christian ancestors, who uses his childlike intelligence to catch and torment flies, chase cats, or tie broken cauldrons to dogs' tails; for all that, his kindly parents feel compelled to capture him and torture his contorted body accordingly. All that we know is very shocking and very sad, but unfortunately it is a fact, and in this age of scientific classification, facts must be dealt with. Those who may find the matter too trivial may not be aware of its real importance. We suspect they are among the miserable few who have never had the luxury of spanking in their lives. Our pages are intended for those whose skin has ached from a blow at some point in their lives, and it is for them alone that this volume will be of interest.

It is not our intention to trace the birch history among different nations. This has already happened, although we regret that the learned author of an 8th tale on the stick did not cite authorities for his statements, an omission which, of course, greatly diminishes the value of his book. Occasionally there are also discussions in medical and social journals and other articles regarding the influence of birch; we give a newly selected sample:


  • The question then is what form of corporal punishment

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let's use? Hand and back grip is extremely poor. It injures the nerves, destroys some of them, and injures the bones, even breaking them. Hitting is not safe, it can injure the ear, brain or other parts of the body. A stick is dangerous. But a stick or a bundle of birch branches cannot hurt - unless in the hands of an absolute ruffian fit for the madhouse or the gallows. In addition, birch art requires some preparation, which does not cease to benefit both boys and masters. The preparation for the chastisement is often the worst part of the boy's anger, while the delay gives time for any excessive anger to melt away in the Lord. A flogging done right is a particularly uncomfortable sensation: short and sharp, and particularly inspiring while it lasts, it leaves only a small burn and memory when the brat sits down. Nature has provided a pillow covered in delicate skin which, if handled correctly, cannot cause injury but will undoubtedly produce an extremely lively feeling.” (*) Birch is not a person mark. On the backs of the rich and the poor, the great and the low, it fell with equal severity.

THE "HEALTH AND SOCIAL ISSUES OF THE DAY." By an observer. (Cotton Press 1897.) Primarily a collection of articles contributed to the Medical Press and Circular, the Main Medical Journal, and the Sanitary Record. Topics covered include the physiological and psychological effects of music education on children, the use of birch, construction sites and soils, accommodation in shacks, bathhouses, etc.

(2) "Hundreds of Hidden Books / (London. 1879).

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8 Many different men left us memories of their school misery. From their descriptions of the beatings inflicted by their teacher (*) and, in some cases, by their parents, we can conclude that these fouette-culs (2) enjoyed the exercise. Suffice it to enumerate Erasmus (3) Desforges, (4) S. T. Coleridge, (5) Charles Lamb, (6) Alexander Somerville, (7) Capel Loft, (8) Colonel Whitethorn, (9) Leigh Hunt. A similar conclusion must be reached after reading the floggings described by numerous novelists, whose tales, it should be noted, are generally based on real experience and observation. (10) In fact, professors like Dr. Gil and Dr. São Paulo collection

C 1 ) BUCHANAN, teacher of King JAMES the First, used to whip his majesty to release him. When asked if he was not afraid to strike the Lord's anointed? * No,” he said, “I never touch your anointed extremity. "

(a) See Dict. of the Green Tongue, A. Delvau, Paris, 1867.

(3) Le Poete, Paris 1819 – Bd. 1.

(*) Do Puebis.

(6) Copies of the conversation on the table. May 27, 1830.

(6) Elias Trials; and memories of Hospital de Cristo.

( 7 ) Autobiography of a Worker. London, 1848.

(8) cell formation; or the history of an individual mind; London 1837.

(9) Memoirs of a Cape Marine. I have not seen this work. ( ,0 ) See English Rogue by RICHARD HEAD; CAMPOS Tom

Jones; Roderick Random, by SMOLLET; CAPTAIN MARRYATS Rattlin, the refrigerator; Nicholas Nickleby of DICKENS; KINGSLEY'S Westward Ho; TIECK TRAVELERS; the Gomgam of AIM BORDELON, in V Homme prodigieux, etc. Some very haunting descriptions of flogging are also found in Settlers and Convicts, London: 1847; Twelve Years a Slave, London: 1853.

(") Ver Gill upon Gill or Gill's Ass uncase, unstrit, unbound, MDCVIII; also DAVENANT'S Zeilen On Doctor Gill, Master of Paul's School.

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school, Dr. Druri and Dr. Vaughan of Harrow, Dr. Busby, Dr. Keate, Major Edgeworth of Eton and Rev. James Bowyer (*) of Christ's Hospital have become synonymous in this regard. They seem to have shared Edgar Allen Poe's opinion: * Children are never too tender to be whipped: though, like steaks, they get softer the more you whip them.

Oh my God! that teach the naive youth of nations, Holland, France, England, Germany or Spain, I pray that you flog them on all occasions,

Improves their morale, not to mention the pain

(Byeon, Don Juan, Canto II, Strophe I.)

Flagellation is of various types and can be classified into different categories according to the prevailing idea that controls the operation. For our present purposes, we adopt the following approximate category: - I. Flagellations in UMstorg.

II. "Flagellation of Kelig.

III. flagellation in the literature.

IV. /B Seoic flagellation.

V. Marital or Domestic Corrections.

To pretend for a moment that we are going to exhaust all or just some of them would be simply misleading, as each of the above subjects, properly addressed, would easily make a reasonably sized book. Our only aim is to give an overview with running comments, hoping some will be more capable

(l) "It is related by COLERIDGE that on learning of the death of his former master (Bowyer), he remarked that it was fortunate that the cherubim which carried him to heaven were but faces and wings, otherwise he would have infallibly scourged them, by the way." The Blue-Coat Boys, p. 90. In the same volume, there are anecdotes from LAMB, COLERIDGE and LEIGH HUNT. The above story was also told by Dr. Busby.

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One day worth might take this fascinating topic and pursue it into its farthest offshoots.

IbiStOdcal FlagellatfonS. As for flagellation scenes in French history, we must confess that we have not been able to locate many. But this is no doubt due to our limited reading range. These historic lofts can in turn be grouped under different titles, ie I. SabiStiC. – stemming from sheer pleasure in cruelty and pleasure in the suffering of others.

II. Disciplinary.

III. JMoeyncratlc und

4. iRev>eiiQeful.

To illustrate sadism we can cite the case cited by Krafft Ebing. (*) We give the passage as it is:—

“History has given examples of famous women who had some degree of sadistic instinct. These Messalinas are characterized above all by their thirst for power, their lust and their cruelty. Among them are Valeria Messalina herself, and Catherine de Medici, the instigator of the massacre of Saint Bartholomew, whose greatest pleasure was to have the ladies of her court flogged in front of her, etc.

In his 8th Penthesilea, the highly talented Heinrich von Kleist, who was undoubtedly mentally ill, gives a masterful portrayal of perfect female sadism. "In Scene XII. Kleist describes her heroine as betraying Achilles, whom she had pursued in the fire of love, into her hands,

1 Sexual psychopathy. With particular reference to the contrary sexual instinct: a medico-legal study. by Dr R. von Krafft-Ebing. Authorized translation of the enlarged and revised seventh German edition. From Chas. Gilbert Chaddock, M.H., Philadelphia, 1895.

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how, overcome with a lustful, murderous rage, she tears him to pieces and hurls her hounds at him: 'She attacks, tears his armor from his body; they sink their teeth into her white breast - she and her dogs, the rivals, Oxus and Sphynx - they on the right, she on the left, and as I approached blood dripped from her hands and mouth." And later, when Penthesilea had grown weary : I kissed him to death? No I didn't kiss him? Torn? So it was a mistake; Kissing rhymes with biting, and it's easy to confuse one with the other when you love with all your heart." (*)

SMOSEncratiC jflagellattOtl. Among curious examples of flagellation, which we call "idiosyncratic" for lack of a better name, we cite the following.

A very extraordinary case, which reminds us very much of the old man in Dickens's Eighth Tale of Two Cities, of an old man imprisoned in the Bastille, and to whom scourging became second nature, is related by De Renneville (2) When he saw a stick birch tree on the mantelpiece, asked if it wasn't kept in the room used to punish a dog at the time.

"No," said our wild philosopher, "it's that old fool's violin," he pointed to the old college doctor. And suddenly this barbarian proofreader grabbed a huge bundle of sticks: "Come with me," he said to the childish old man, "and no answer,

(') We find the subject dealt with in more recent literature, but especially in Sacher-Masoch's novels, to which the following allusion is made, and in Ernest von Wildenbruch's Brünnhilde, Rachilde's La Marquise de Sade, 1 etc.

(s) L'Inquisition Fbancoise, ou VHistoire de la Bastille, vol. Krank, page 256, a curious woodcut illustrates the scene.

down with your pants.' Trembling, the old man fell to his knees before the implacable satyr, and with his hat on his knees and scratching his head with both hands, he said in tears: "Why do you want to whip me? I have done no harm today." while scratching your head?" replied the arrogant pedant, tapping his fingers with his sticks: You don't make things better by making so much noise. At first I thought this was all just a joke; which didn't particularly bother me. But when I saw the poor old fool renew his tears, pull down his trousers and lift his bloodstained shirt, exposing his thin and withered tail, covered like a single wound by the violence of the constant whipping, I stopped before him to stop this extravagant executioner from outraging an old man who it might as well have been his grandfather." "Sir," said the furious madman, raising his booming voice, "said Ariaga:- Correctionem esse necessiamam: sic opinor; ergo pletetur petulans iste. 1 (1) "Ariaga," I replied, " I would say if I saw you is behaving in this way, that it is not only madness, but unnecessary cruelty to flog an old man over seventy years old without the slightest reason; thou shalt not mistreat him in my presence." "Go away," continued the philosophical beast, looking at me questioningly, like a bull ready to use its horns, "if you do not want me to treat you as I treat that old fool." 'Sir. “Ens irrationalis”, 1 replied, “I will suffer like a Christian all your follies, as incurable, but if you dare even a trace, I will put you in a state where you can never do it again.

(') This discipline is necessary. This is my opinion. Then let this mischievous fellow be punished.

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be able to beat your ancestor; Think more than once before you try to play with me. With these words I snatched the decrepit doctor from his hands, who, after wiping his eyes, began to button his trousers; when Duwall came up to me, rosary in hand, and told me as seriously as he could that I would make a terrible mess of the place if I prevented him from correcting this old man who was being insufferably naughty. I was about to reply and point out the injustice of so unnecessary a procedure; when the loving old doctor said to me, 'Mind your own business; I am flogged, I go: it is this paternal rebuke that keeps me in power', and running to Gringalet (*) he left his buttocks to him, to be doubly flogged by the pedant; for my opposition had redoubled my anger at him. The operation over, the doctor asked the ill-tempered philosopher for some bread and butter, which he gave him on condition that he behaved better in the future."

Interestingly, this line of thought was embodied in a charming story by Sacher Masoch - an author who, let us remember, named a peculiar genital aberration.


8 I have been accused from many quarters in reviews and letters from eminent men and learned women that my Venus in Furs is about an abnormality which arouses pathological rather than natural interest. I have to admit, if I was prepared for accusations, then for anyone

(') A nickname meaning a contradictory person.

any other reason than that. Having dealt with the various typical manifestations of love in a series of novels, I could not bashfully set aside its purely sensual manifestations; but once I understood what I was being accused of, I felt immediately compelled to look into an as-yet-unsolved problem, the intimate connection between lust and cruelty.

"The idea developed in 'Venus in Furs' may be somewhat unusual, but what is really abnormal is the agreement that an educated man makes in our sober times, whereby he willingly and sincerely becomes his slave and becomes his mistress.

“Many of the scenes and incidents are abnormal, but the core of the story is normal because it is a still unexplained but well-established law of nature that lust breeds lust. And it is especially in the gentle and sensual nature of a woman that this process is quite common, even if it does not always manifest itself as fantastically as with my heroine.

"I was also scolded for the skins I wrap them in, and yet the skin is the normal attribute of domination and beauty, tyranny, lust, and cruelty.

8 By the way, my “Venus in Furs” is entirely factual; so much so that in my story the fictional element arose from a series of real events. Of these, I will now recount one that illustrates the saying that a woman is good when she loves and is loved, but cruel when she does not love, knowing that she is loved.

8 The heroine of my story still lives in Vienna and is one of the most beautiful women of the Austrian aristocracy. Of course, I refrain from naming her or even vaguely hinting at her, but instead of naming her, I will give her portrait and paint it as accurately and truthfully as possible.

14 Disguise in position.

'She is a Baroness and yet young and beautiful; when the events I am about to record took place, she was some five years younger - and not only in comparison with other women, but also the most seductive creature a poet could imagine or a painter's brush could conceive.

“She was ideal right down to her pink little toes and down to the ends of her hair that caressed her ever-cheerful Olympian forehead. The harmony of her bodily proportions was so perfect that she was neither tall nor short, but slender and voluptuous; she was shaped like a Greek statue, with the carved, piquant head of a pompadour, and in her pretty face shone two indescribable green eyes, both devilishly delicate and icy, like the eyes of a Sphinx, and with them a flood of curls. dark ones, which fell down her neck and back, for it was summer on a country estate near Vienna, and her breasts were always very bare.

“But the most attractive thing about this woman was her walk; she went with all the poetry of lust; A man's breath caught when he saw her walk past him for the first time.

"And she could love - love like a lioness - and she loved a man who was so proud to own her that he found his greatest happiness in being nothing more than her slave.

“In a wild night of love he lay at her feet and begged in mad ecstasy: 'Mistake me that I may feed my happiness; be cruel to me, give me kicks instead of kisses -'

“The beautiful woman looked strangely at her lover with her green eyes, icy but burning; she then

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she entered the adjoining room, slowly put on a magnificent loose fur coat of red satin, richly lined with princely ermine, and took from her dressing table a long whip with the short handle with which she used to whip her great mastiff.

"Do you want this?" she said, 'Then I will whip you.' "Whip me," said the lover, still on his knees, "I beg you."

"But first I must bind you, in case you resist..."

'I fight back? What do you think about?'

"That's enough, I'll do it," replied the beautiful woman, and without further question untied the strong silk cord that held her fur coat around her waist, and tied the hands of the man kneeling behind her back, as if he were a perpetrator.

"'Well, whip me,' cried the man, drunk with lust.

"She laughed and reached out and slashed at him with merciless force, cutting into his flesh, but in the next moment she threw the whip away and put her arms around his neck tenderly. Did I hurt you?" she asked anxiously. "Forgive me, I am a horrible creature."

'Ah, but only hit me if it gives you pleasure.'

"'But I do not like this?' She said.

"'I'm asking you to whip me,' he yelled.

"I can't, I love you too much," replied the baroness, untying her bonds, "but I'd like to flog a man I didn't love, it would be a pleasure."

8 A few days after this strange scene, the couple in love was photographed; the baroness in her fur

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Pelisse lying on a divan, whip in hand and her worshiper at her feet.

"The picture was original and of a striking nature, and shortly afterwards, when one day this beautiful woman's slave was visited by one of his friends, a young master, he showed him the picture.

This excited the young man so much, and his youthful imagination was so inflamed, that he began to envy his friend not only for the possession of such a beautiful mistress in her princely fur cloak, but also for the eyelashes managed by her lily-white hand.

"It so happened that the baroness, who was neither prudish nor shy, knocked at that moment with her parasol on her lover's bedroom window - he was staying on the ground floor. That was the signal for him to come and take her for a walk.

"Her adorer rushed to her with his young friend and took the opportunity to introduce this new fanatic to this much courted lady accustomed to conquest invited to tea at her house that afternoon and, still feverish, took the train to return to Vienna.

"But he soon returned, and this time claimed the hospitality of his lucky friend; he first confessed his passion for the baroness, and finally explained it to the lady herself.

The baroness smiled. The young enthusiast then spoke of the strange image and the intoxicating effect it had on him.

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8 "But," he finally said, "the picture was undoubtedly a hoax."

"Why?" cried the lady.

“My friend is at your feet like a slave; but of course that means nothing, and the whip was never used.

8' And still it was! The baroness continued to smile. 8 'Did you whip him? ' exclaimed the young enthusiast. 8 'Of course.'

■ “And is it a pleasure for you to hit a man? ' "'A man who loves me? - Certainly!' replied the beautiful woman, but something evil crouched in her eyes. 'Well, then whip me!'

“The baroness looked directly at the young fanatic for a long time and smiled again, but this time to show her beautiful teeth.

"But when I whip it is serious," she said, "and before our friend."

8 "To the whole world, if you want," replied the madman, "only you will put on your fur coat."

8 At that moment, her lover entered. In a few words she explained everything to him and then disappeared, to reappear soon, dressed in a flowing white satin skirt and her red jacket lined with ermine, her hair braided with pearls, and in her hand the whip and some strings.

8 "I have to tie you up," she said.

8 The young enthusiast held out his hands.

8 "Not like that," and with incredible swiftness and dexterity she bound first his wrists and then his ankles so that he could stand, but no more; After that, she tied him to the window brace.

8 "Fine," she said with a suggestive smile, and turned


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the wide, fur-lined sleeves of his jacket and stared at his victim for a moment with cruel pleasure.

  • She now began to whip; every beat he started but

he was virile enough not to miss the slightest cry of pain and brave enough not to beg for mercy as blood gushed down his back under the thrashing of the lovely woman, who relentlessly lashed until she was tired of herself.

"Then she threw away the whip, kissed her lover, and stretched out on the rich velvet cushions of her ottoman.

"And the point of the story?

8 The man she had flogged was her slave from that moment on, but she soon found that he was not worth flogging.”

2>isdpUnar£ jflagellatton:— Tallemant des Reaux (*) cites a historical case showing that even the round buttocks of kings were not exempt from the punishment of the birch tree. The witty historian says:

8 Henry IV wrote to Madame de Monglut, governess of the children of France (the royal princes): “I must complain that you did not inform me that you flogged my son, as I wish and order you to flog him with every whip. times when he will be stubborn or do something wrong because I myself know that there is nothing more useful in the world than that; and I know from experience that it has served me well, for when I was his age I was often flogged, so I urge you to do the same and make him understand the same.' " (Letters adapted from Henri IV's Journal Militaire, published by Count

(') Tallemant des Reaux stories. — Reminiscences for use in History of the 17th Steele: 10 Flights, in French, Paris, 1840.

de Valori, 1821, p. 400.) The queen changed her mind as to her aversion to Birch's humiliating punishment; We will quote Malherbe's testimony here:

  • Last Friday, M. le Dauphin played chess with La

Luzerne, who is one of his honor boys, the latter gave him checkmate; M. le Dauphin was so upset that he threw his chess pieces at his partner's head. The Queen heard of this and sent M. de Souvray to have him flogged and ordered him to teach the Prince to be more gracious in future.” (Letter from Malherbe a, Peiresc, January 11, 1610. Paris 1822, p. 111.) Some other examples can be found in the Memoires de VEstoile, Petitot Collection, 1st series, XLIX, 26.

Too bad for the young king that he didn't live in those days when one could escape punishment by turning to one of the many modern "societies" our civilization has spawned. The following is from the Daily Telegraph (September 1900).

Before resorting to (Lesar), it is advisable to have an idea of ​​how the august court will try to defend the case, whose maxim the story of the boy and his widowed mother is an instructive illustration that the report does not wish to reveal being chastised by his parents when he said which would count "the Society," a term referring not to any secret band of desperate youths, but to that excellent organization whose full title is "The National Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children." "The mother very wisely took her hand and turned the threatened appeal into a fait accompli, going herself to the local secretary and asking his opinion on the matter. Her very practical response was to send an inspector

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to her house, and that officer, presumably after some investigation, administered, at the mother's request, the beating which the Society's appeal "temporarily prevented. But now that his bruises have stopped hurting, perhaps he will appreciate the value of restored authority." for her own happiness, even if she finds it necessary to inflict a little physical pain on him as she grows older, he will learn that there are two kinds of cruelty to children - the brutality that, largely thanks to the aforementioned society, many it sometimes takes its perpetrators to the police courts; and the more insidious form, which is summed up in the old-fashioned expression "the indulgent parent." "Often it is the complacent parent who is cruelly kind and avoids the need to be unpleasant simply because it affects his own well-being, but whether it arises for that reason or out of myopic impulses of affection, the result is a serious risk." , that in a few years another citizen will be sent into the world, educated in habits of selfishness, and a source of misfortune to himself and those whom he most loves to flog in politics; but it may be suggested with bated breath that corporal punishment may be necessary at times. At the same time, it is the parents' duty to gain their child's trust and love, so that these painful episodes do not leave behind uncomfortable memories that impede the development of a healthy mind that will play its part, first in a healthy family life and later in fulfilling the broader duties of citizenship.


Few things have pleased us more of late than to see Mr. Mead in a case of youthful jealousy. If adults foolishly trying to win back lost love through acts of diabolical hatred had to suffer a series of severe blows to bare skin for the pain they inflict, we are convinced that crimes of jealousy would be greatly reduced.


"I gave her a tissue." The birch for a jealous boy.

"An unusual case of the stabbing of a young boy was heard in Thames Court yesterday when Arthur Harvey was charged with unlawfully injuring Minnie Cavalier, aged 15, of Old Church-Road, Stepney. – The latter indicated that it was she who had been playing with the accused, but on Saturday they got into a fight. On Sunday they met but didn't speak. While they were jumping around with another girl, the accused came up and said, "Why are you playing with those boys?" She replied, "I don't I played with no boy.' The prisoner then punched her in the back, causing her to bleed.

"Charles German, a boy, explained that after hitting the girl, Harvey went on to witness and other boys and said he stabbed her.

8 Detective Beavis, Division H, testified that when he arrested the defendant, he said, “I better tell the truth. About a month ago I gave her a scarf

O * Daily Chronicle, * 23. Okt. 1900-

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and she gave me a knife. Tonight I caught her with some Forrester boys and stabbed her. After that I gave the knife to a boy named Clarke.

"Mr. Mead ordered the defendant to receive six lashes with a birch stick."

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Here is another London judge who believes in the effectiveness of the birch tree in saving misguided youth from sin:


“A man in Turncock uniform brought a case to Mr. Bennett in Marylebone against the headmaster of a certain church school whom he said had beaten his son on the head with a stick. The magistrate: 'Where are the seals?' Warrant Officer Butler, 170 D: 'The boy has a bruise behind his ear.' Applicant: 1 There is also a bulge on the side of his head and he was hit in the buttocks.' The magistrate: "Well, boys need spanking. That's nothing. I dare say the boy deserved it. It was probably an accident caused by the boy's restlessness, and to say that a boy shouldn't be spanked with a stick is all nonsense". If you want your kids to get a decent education, sometimes you have to tease them. *

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London and the provinces are regularly terrorized by gangs of thugs who ambush gentlemen and, more often, defenseless ladies - the latter sometimes being subjected to indecencies too heinous to describe here. we

I remember the case of a plainclothes military man who was driving with his wife along a deserted road when, coming from the opposite direction, he came across a trap full of hooligans returning from racing. The path was narrow, the carts collided, the words followed - with the result that our soldier was dragged from his seat, tied to a tree, and the lady, his wife, was wounded by several ignobles under his horrified gaze. Imagine something like this happening in "civilized" England in the early 20th century! Why, if this continues, could something like this happen to our own sister, girlfriend or wife at any moment? It is with relief, therefore, that we see the birch “stinging” – behind these men’s backs, as the following excerpt attests:

IN THE COURT OF JUSTICE. (») Lashes for hooligans.

"At Lambeth, Mr. H. R. Oswald was concluding his inquiry into the death of John Wright, aged thirty-two, a collier, aged 19, Broomgrove-road, Stock-well, on the 10th of the 30th, from the effects of a fractured skull allegedly inflicted by George Butcher and Richard Rainbow, who are charged with manslaughter.

"Mary Ann Wright, the sister of the deceased, stated that she was at the plow on the afternoon of the 29th and saw the accused there, but not her brother. However, three hours later, the deceased was outside when she passed. Metzger and Rainbouw stormed out of the house, grabbed her

(') * The Daily Telegraph", November 9, 1900.

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Brother on the "neck stand" and hit his head, face and body until he fell. Her brother was alone at the time and the beatings lasted for a few minutes. As he fell, he hit his head on the sidewalk and was unable to get up. At that moment, a crowd was watching. The witness tried to lift the brother, but he was unconscious and covered in blood. When the defendant hit him, the witness said, "Gee, don't hit him anymore because he can't take care of himself." Five months ago he became paralyzed and hasn't been well since. Butcher didn't respond when the witness made the comment, but Rainbow did. "That - we'll do it for him." Her brother was taken away by the police in an ambulance. Death occurred the next morning.

"The jury returned the verdicts of manslaughter against Butcher and Rainbow and added the following sentence, which they said was read unanimously: "We believe that strict action should be taken to correct the lawlessness that exists in this and other counties, to sweep away the metropolis and urge you strongly recommend that, in all cases where a man is convicted of a brutal and violent attack on the public or the police, he should be sentenced to a corporal punishment of fifty lashes, in addition to Imprisonment with hard labor Number of lashes not shared, but inflicted on the morning of the prisoner's release from prison.'

“The coroner said he would forward the recommendation to the appropriate authority. He commented that he was prepared to post the defendant's bail, but when the bail did not arrive, the defendants were taken to Holloway Prison by Detective Sergeant Thorley.

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People who have not enjoyed the pleasant surgery of having their noses smashed in by a rogue hooligan are occasionally seized with a fit of unfounded scruples and immediately begin to theorize. Only when their wives are injured and themselves robbed and treated severely do they cry aloud to Dame Justice to throw the bough on the back of the unjust scoundrels.

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As far as the punishment of boys under 16 is concerned, it remains to be seen to what extent flogging can be a successful substitute for imprisonment. It is worth remembering that this is a penalty applied to a large extent by current legislation. According to criminal statistics for 1897, 2,840 youths were sentenced to flogging by court-martial. In most cases where flogging was imposed, the perpetrators were convicted of simple theft, personal theft, malicious assault, theft of fruits, flowers, and so on. It is difficult to determine (writes the Rev. W. D. Morrison, former prison chaplain, in an article in the current issue of Law Magazine on "Corporal Punishment") the extent to which flogging was an effective remedy against these crimes against property. There is considerable public sentiment that flogging is an excellent and effective tool. But it is not easy to find a substantial basis for this deeply held belief. It would have been nice to see what happens to that.

(')Reynolds's Newspaper", May 19, 1900.


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two or three thousand young men who are now flogged every year under current law. We want to know how many of these young people present themselves to the magistrate for the second or third time; how many of them will later have to be committed to prison or to correctional and industrial schools for further offences. If the proportion charged with new offenses is low, this would prove the value of flogging as a penalty in the penal code. But these elementary and essential facts have not yet been established. We advanced in the dark. Undoubtedly, we legislate with the best of intentions, but without a solid factual basis, and laws based on that principle are not very satisfactory.


Our philosophical friend, Alexander Bain, LL.D., the torquemada of modern science, came across a more sophisticated method of torture that we wholeheartedly recommend to devout Christians and well-meaning people in general, not to mention all good-hearted parents. and loving mothers. An electrical appliance could be erected in every home at low cost, the strangeness of its presence gradually being overcome by the frequency of its sight. In Mind and Body; the theories of their relation” this Scottish intellectual Edison rattles:—

“The two types of punishment of physical torture are severe muscle strains (hard work, crank, pedal wheel) and flogging. One acts on nerves through muscle tissue, the other through the skin. Not intended to hurt muscles or skin

in itself; the sole object is to produce a painful condition of the nerves. However, as it is almost impossible to avoid permanent damage to intermediate tissues - muscles or skin - in severe sentences, a plan to only affect the nerves can be shared. Electricity can be used. Many tortures may be inflicted by electric shocks and currents, and in particular by Faraday's magnetoelectric machine, which constantly breaks and renews the currents; and grading could be done with scientific precision. The extent to which nerves would suffer permanent damage from a strong application of electricity is still under investigation; probably no more than the same amount of suffering from muscular or skin penalties; whereas, in any case, the damage would be confined to nervous tissue. Punishment would be less repugnant to the spectator and the general public than flogging, though no less gruesome to the criminal himself; the mystery of it would stagger the imagination, and there would be no conceivable move to mitigate the resistance. The tremendous force exerted by an operator with the lightest touch of a finger would make the victim's humiliating prostration felt even more deeply. If the death penalty is retained permanently, there may be a case for abolishing strangulation and replacing it with electric shock. However, as opinion against the destruction of life is increasing, the combination of imprisonment and electric shocks as a method of punishment may be reduced to a hardness of resistance which must meet all the perpetrators' demands for retaliation. Lord Romilly remarked that imprisonment with regular flogging would be much worse than outright execution. The idea would be too painful for the community at large;

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while a more refined application of pain would go unnoticed except by the sufferer.

Domestic flagellation is common in all countries, flourishing in varying degrees according to the customs of the time. We think that Solomon's recommendation not to spare the rod was wholly superfluous, simply because no parent in their right mind would hesitate for a moment to spank their children, no matter how big and how strong, and whether boy or girl, when spanking would save them from ruin. moral. We remember reading in an old book called The Birch Bunch the case of a girl of eighteen who was thus corrected by her widowed mother and uncle. This impertinent scoundrel soon turned mean, laughing at his mother when she spoke of spanking; but her mother, wise and upright, called her uncle one fine morning, and our young lady was only too happy to beg for mercy and promise her better. Indeed, parents are sometimes forced to delegate their powers to others, as the following interview shows. This report appeared in LE PARIS (Tuesday 24th December 1889) and is clearly biased, as the French people in general do not seem to share our views on propriety in the domestic circle, while we follow our side, reluctant to just give handcuffs and beatings, which we consider a demoralizing trend.


“Much has been done recently to find new jobs for well-educated women who are forced to earn a living.

“Our neighbors across the channel have just discovered one that is certainly not without originality, but has launched a career that I believe few of our Parisians will be tempted to follow. You can get an idea of ​​the ads we curate in DAILY NEWS, DAILY TELEGRAPH and TIMES from the following:

“Malicious character, hysteria, and laziness can be


8 Or again:


The best references I can give are my two pamphlets Advice on the Education of Children and The Birch, 1 shilling. Postal notice, 5 shillings. Address: Mrs. WALTER, High-School House, Clifton, Bristol.

"Nediela's correspondent from St. Petersburg had the curiosity to make one of his friends say 'Mrs. to interview Walter'.

14 The visitor was introduced to a simple but comfortable English sitting room, enlivened by a glowing coal fire. Around the fireplace sat several ladies who looked at each other a little shyly without speaking, as if they preferred to remain incognito.

  • A moment later, a door opened on the opposite side.

of the room, and there entered a tall, square-built, masculine-looking woman, her shapeless body, headdress and general dress having a semi-monastic aura which matched the calm, cool expression of her features. Her flat chest was adorned with a medallion inscribed: "The Good Shepherd".

"She led her last visitor to the door in silence and then turned to one of the ladies sitting by the fireplace,

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she took them to her private room. The conversation did not last long, another customer followed, and the Russian woman, who was the tenth, had a quarter of an hour to count six new arrivals.

"Finally it was her turn. Of course there was a large Bible on Mrs. Walter's desk and next to it an even larger book.

“'I have a niece whom it is impossible to bring up, and I am inclined to entrust her to your care,' said the Russian lady; 'but first I want to know some details of your educational system, don't you? I suppose all the ladies I saw in her salon came to her for advice like I did?'

  • ' These ladies are my customers, many of them

You're from London,” said Mrs. Walters, with a firm, slow and articulate voice.

She opened the large book in front of her, already covered with addresses.

"These ladies, who have rebellious or perverse children, beg me to come to them to discipline the undisciplined. I charge half a guinea per yearly visit, including board, dues and discipline.'

"'I'd like to know exactly what your discipline is.'

“I only seek the opportunity to publicize an educational system that I have experienced and which is based on divine commandments, on truth itself. When a young woman is placed in my care, I bring her here and make her sit here. . .

' She pointed to a stool that was placed in full light.

"'I tell her I know her faults and make it clear to her that it's in her best interest to obey without question. I always start with moral suggestions,' repeated Mrs. Walters.

"'Do they sometimes succeed?' asked the visitor.

“'Seldom,' replied Mrs. Walters; 'generally a request is made of me when all other means of persuasion have failed to severer measures to bring them to obedience. After this warning, I have a little more patience, but at the first mistake, disobedience or falsehood, I have the offender flogged. But it's a rule with me, never to whip a child while I'm angry.

“On the day of punishment I prepare a long, narrow, solid table. I put cushions on this table and stock myself with strips of leather and a good long, flexible birch stick. I then tell the young woman to approach and take punishment from her. I order you to take off your dress and petticoats and put on a dressing gown that buttons in the back. When she is ready, I explain her guilt and the need for punishment, which I see as a remedy.

"I promise her that if she doesn't scream, no one will know she was punished, but I warn her that if she screams or fights back, I will be forced to call for help. Girls prefer to submit to punishment so that no one finds out.

"'When she has resigned herself to her punishment, I place her on her feet at the end of the table and bow

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Upper body to hips on pillows. Then I tie her hands and feet, which I pin to the table.

“'All this takes less time to do than to tell,' added Mrs. Walter.

"These preparations are finished," she continued, "I unbutton my dressing gown, seize the birch tree and stand some distance to one side. Then I begin to whip it slowly but hard, with each stroke bringing the patient closer, so that that the birch may fall in a new spot each time To take away the sufferer's slightest desire to start over So go the other way and knock in the opposite direction.

"'If the girl screams, I give her a few extra slaps. For example, if she is smart and meekly accepts the punishment, I will save her two blows out of a dozen. I button up the robe and undo the girl, I usually think she feels better, and I help her to come to true remorse, when the flogging has been done in good conditions, according to regulations and conscientiously, she rarely rebels against the young girl against punishment, on the contrary, she is usually humiliated and ready to reconcile with me. Very rarely does a girl, after a complete scolding, push me away when I say to her, 'Let's kiss and make friends.'

'After that, I give her time to recover from her feelings and advise her to go back to her room without saying a word to anyone who backs down.

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back to their mistakes after a good beating; In any case, I never needed to repeat the gift more than twice.' 8 Mrs. Walter was silent for a moment and then remarked, “'Are you inclined to entrust your niece to me? . . .' "It's too big," replied the visitor; "She's fifteen."

"'Very large!' exclaimed Mrs. Walters, "but I've got twenty-year-olds, I've fooled them all, and they're all the better for it!"

Our German neighbors refuse to surrender the tenderness of their daughters' skin to the strokes of a birch tree, as the following (from the Petit Parisian, Paris, 1898) will show:


“German newspapers recently spoke of a secret circular sent by Wilhelm II to all teachers, urging them to be moderate in the use of corporal punishment. We know that whipping is still used in schools in Germany, but teachers are not content with the whip, and a student who is disobedient or in some way displeases his teacher can be beaten, punched, and kicked. issued its circular, only the whip or alternatively the cane may be used.

8 But it can be assumed that corporal punishment was only used in schools for boys. This is an error. German schoolgirls are also whipped. "Never hit a woman, not even with a flower", says an oriental proverb. German school authorities thought differently until now. In a report that M. Jost, Inspector General of


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public education in France, about foreign schools, we find that the "ferule" penalty is imposed in all girls' schools in Germany. The cane is considered one of the essential attributes in any well-regulated school.

  • However, I must admit that there are many protests

and its effect was "to make the school authorities", says a Berlin newspaper, "think that it is better not to flog girls - at least in class". These, then, are the instructions given to the leaders of the girls' schools. “Due to the general mood of the day, a teacher is not allowed to physically punish the girls. As they have a keen sense of honor that is easily touched, the most severe punishment would be to assign the offender a seat next to the mistress on a separate bench for a more or less long time. In the instructions of the directors of Berlin municipal schools, § 13 expressly forbids them to physically punish girls.'

8 German schoolgirls no longer need to fear whips or tweezers. As for the boys, the note is silent about them, and they continue to be beaten.

8 At the last teachers' congress in Dresden, the issue of punishment was discussed in detail. The "errors" which, depending on the circumstances, should be suppressed by physical force - "by the application of a painful bodily sensation" - were listed. Once the punishment has been decided, the whip or cane is used. As for the whip, no instructions are given - the master can suit your taste. With the cane it is different; the scholastic authorities themselves take care of this

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this, and it is the same everywhere. And to prevent GMs from using any other instrument, the rules forbid them from "using ruler or stick to indicate locations on the map". This prohibition, observes M. Jost, is apparently designed to remove the strong temptation of the German schoolmaster to use the ruler or stick on the head or back of his hearers. School authorities, it seems, had good reason to distrust certain teachers who tended to be very careless with their hands.

“It is also stipulated that the cane must not be left at the free disposal of teachers. It stipulates that the staff baton is held by the school principal. Only at the specific request of the teacher and for valid reasons will the principal hand it over.

8 Weak or sick children are exempt only from corporal punishment. But it would be unfair not to mention that these punishments are never administered in the presence of scholars - they are pronounced in private at the end of the class. The doors are closed and the flogging begins. There are only two witnesses: the headmaster of the school and another master who are obliged to watch this pleasant operation.

“If the victim is a young girl, the rules state that 'nothing shall be done that might offend her modesty.' I quote verbatim: "Brutality and sentimentality," observes a writer who had this rule in mind, "respect for human dignity and beatings - what a strange pedagogical mess!"

  • All eventualities are foreseen in the rules. Consequently,

For example, they indicate the way in which the student should be hit with the baton. The only parts that can be "legally flogged". are the hands and the back – beyond these domains the

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The schoolmaster has no right to lose himself. The number of beats is normally three; and for serious offenses it can go up to six. The degree of strength of the correction has not been determined.

“There is a loophole here that does not exist in the prison code. Everything is provided there. The whip is used in prisons in the following way: the prisoner is tied to a bench, the feet and hands are tied so that the part of the body on which the blows must fall is stretched out, after which the number of blows it is condemned. The fifth cut should tear the skin, and all subsequent cuts should widen the wound. Each blow must have the force necessary to break a piece of wood five centimeters thick. It has been proved by experience that such a blow, accidentally hitting another part of the body, does not cause serious injury.

“The whip commonly used is twenty inches long and attached to a forty-inch handle. It's thicker at the end than it was at the beginning. The thickness varies in different provinces. In Saxony - but hardly anywhere else - the measurements are fixed by law. The handle of the Saxon whip is forty inches long and the whips a cubit long.

“As regards the number of lashes, the limit is generally 20 in Mecklenburg, 25 in Oldenburg, and 30 in Saxony; in Prussia it reaches 40.

“I should mention in passing that the whip is also used in English prisons. It is called the "cat with nine tails" and consists of a stick with nine lashes at the end.


"The 'cat with nine tails', long used aboard English warships, seems to the English to be an excellent facility, having been introduced into the various countries they govern.

“A few years ago, Mr. Pringle, a former judge in Jamaica, wrote an indignant letter, which caused wide publicity, about the penalties inflicted on British property. Even women were flogged in public.” “Brigadier General Nelson,” said Mr. Pringle, who ordered these punishments, is now in England and I defy you to contradict me.1 Brigadier General Nelson did not respond.

“In trance, the whipping punishment was abolished by law in 1792. Up to this point, it existed in our educational institutions. The Revolution put an end to this abominable practice, which not only encouraged the scholar to work but hated him. Our ordinances and our customs in this century agreed to oblige the schoolmaster to respect the student, for whom, besides the physical, there were still many other penalties.

"'A child is delicate,' said Lakanal in his remarkable account of education, 'and it is to be feared that sometimes temper may be involved in the infliction of punishment, and a serious accident may occur. But that is not all, punishment corporal punishment endangers the dignity of the schoolmaster, who the child will see in the future as a torturer instead of a teacher and even a friend, in addition, it teaches the student deceit and lies, because he wants to escape his punishment After all, if the tricks happen, it is not necessary to instill in the child only good impressions, under the influence of which his intellect will develop and his moral character will improve, if the child received examples of kindness from them


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who created him, will he not remember it, and will his mind be impregnated with it, as it were? It is to humiliate him in his own eyes, to inflict on him a punishment which the works of ancient authors before him show was inflicted only on slaves.'

“These are noble words that should have been remembered at the last congress of German school principals. Perhaps, if they had, they would not have seriously discussed the following questions over several sessions: On which part of the body should a boy or girl be corrected? Which instrument should be used: the hand, the whip or the stick? What was the right time to apply the penalty, its duration and the number of spankings? finally it was decided that the bat should be 28 inches long. 'You are astonished afterwards,' someone wrote the day after these resolutions were made, 'that children, when they grow up to be men, are blind followers of the rod, and in it the quarters practice the methods used in the school.'

"It is also not surprising that the people of Stanaichen gave Bismarck a unique gift. Stanaichen is a place where whips are made with this inscription:

"'Seeing the constant need to keep the people in order, the chancellor should have a good whip.'

"Good, level-headed people to fuel themselves with a stick for their own backs!"

John Frollo.

"Vengeful jflagellatfons. Examples of this in French history are perhaps more numerous and certainly

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more spicy. In the Causes Ciûbres (*), a curious case is reported under the enigmatic title 8 Bloody outkaged to a lady by another lady; or hlstory of Madame de llancourt and the dispute with the Marquise of Scyth Tresnel and the insult she suffered.( 2 )

We cannot do better than to describe this extraordinary case in the curious words of the centennial author of Causes Celebres. In English works only mere references to her have hitherto been made; We are the first to give a detailed account of one of the most passionate and strange trials that shook pre-revolutionary France to its core. It was a singular punishment for one lady to introduce herself to another, and would no doubt be treated as common assault today. We are not aware of any comparable case in the annals of English jurisprudence, nor are we jurists educated enough to say whether such revenge is provided for in the statutes.

(*) Famous and interesting cases, with the sentences that decided them, collected by Guyot de Pitaval. office and Liege. 1755. Continuation of De la Ville. 26 vol. 12 months. Editions de Paris.. 1738-1743, in 20 volumes, and Amsterdam in 22 volumes.

Curious publication that contains: History of the Marquise de Brinvilliers, famous poisoner - Urbain Grandier, condemned as the author of the goods of the nuns of Loudun - La belle epiciere ou la femme, adulteress and accursed - Religious supposed hermaphrodite - Abolition of Congress – Refutation of the Apologie des Congres – B>> an opera coquette etc.

Our case is in Volume 4, page 348, and is about 40 pages long.

(*) "Bloody indignation committed by one lady against another; or, History of the Lady of Liancourt and the quarrel she had with the Marquise de Tresnel, and the resulting insult."

the rampant flagellation



Here are crimes against which the laws have not written penalties: and yet they disturb the order of society, interest the honor of individuals, and leave certain stains on them. In such cases, judges can punish the culprit with heavy penalties, taking into account the circumstances that give the crime an enormous scale.

Among such offenses we must add the strange revenge executed more than two hundred years ago by the Marquise de Tresnel against the person of Madame de Liancourt. Although the insults she used to insult this noble lady, the mercenaries employed to execute her will did not commit the additional crime of raping Madame de Liancourt, the public was convinced that they had stopped at nothing, and so on you really had. pushed the license to its extreme limits. But in tales of this type it is common to let the imagination run wild and, once hooked, the audience imagines everything.



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Madame de Liancourt was a de Lannoy, the daughter of a financier; she was orphaned at nine or ten; her father's brother took her to his house. As soon as she was old enough, her main aim, like that of all decent girls, was marriage. Indeed, tradition asserts that she was created, for the elegance of her figure and the delicacy of her features, to the delight and chagrin of lovers; but her fortune, which was not in vain and paid for, was reason enough to evict the lovers who were not promptly changed into husbands. Her beauty, therefore, attracted lovers, and her state of fortune discouraged those who otherwise would have dreamed of marriage. Her procurator au parlement (legal adviser) introduced her to an Auvergnat, a sub-squire of the Duke of Orleans, but only an honorary sub-squire, the only benefit her office brought her was that she favored the horse trade, which he continued; so that by his intrigues and diligence he might cut a respectable figure. Paris is full of those people whose genius is a better investment than hailstone property. She married him and his talents; and among them the one he devoted to court proceedings proved to be of great help to this lady. He performed the tasks so successfully that he released his fortune and, after paying all his debts, brought him one hundred thousand pounds. Then, as if he had nothing else to do in this world, he had the good grace to give up the ghost and widow his wife.

When this lady's fortune adorned her beauty to the point of becoming the object of those who long for the Sacrament of Matrimony, they flocked; but look for

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even for solid qualities alone, she preferred to all her competitors Monsieur Romet, a widower, master of rivers and woods, whose first wife had been the sister of Father Boubours. (*) Interestingly, it was the advanced age of the widowed husband that determined the young widow who, contrary to the general rule for her remarriage, we believe, did not consult either the pulse of her senses or the passions of her youth. No doubt she foresaw that an old man near the end of his career would better place her to take advantage of the advantages marriage offered; that these benefits, which compensate for the disproportion of their respective ages, would be all the better if they arrived at her quickly. The event gave credit to her ingenuity. An anecdote is told about her which shows that she was a woman with a surprisingly dubious, artistic and selfish nature.

As I proposed in this work to please and educate the public, perhaps I can relate incidents that will serve to publicize the characters I am highlighting. When her husband was seriously ill, Madame Romet had ambitions to own precious stones. To that end, she came up with a rather clever idea, which she implemented once he got well. He wanted to give you a rich robe: "No", she said, I cannot accept your gift: I promised St. Francis of Paul that I would wear the Minim robe when you were well again. I am very aware of the grace He obtained for me not to fulfill my vow. v her husband was moved by this display of tenderness, which he thought was all

(') Father Bouhours, a famous Jesuit.

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more sincere, because the love for clothes is not the slightest passion that moves the mysterious hearts of women. So, just as a gift, he gave her £20,030 worth of precious stones to enhance the modesty of the clothes she had sworn to wear. A short time later, Death, who had dealt Master Romet only one false blow, played his part with ruthless earnestness.

Reduced to a widow for the second time, with her goods greatly increased and her beauty unaltered, she was sought after by a multitude of suitors, most of whom, of course, were loved more for their money than for their charms. She fell in love with a Monsieur Seguier de Liancourt, whom she married. Despite her new husband's great fortune, his wanton behavior soon made Madame de Liancourt fear for her dowry. This man turned out to be a complete spendthrift, but he fell into the hands of an obstinate lady. After her husband's first extravagances, she obtained a separation of property by judgment of the Tribunal des Chatelet. This precaution, which irritated him, soon exploded into married life. That didn't stop her from having children for him. This is the advantage of a charming exterior; brings a divided man and woman back in love.

The estate on which he resided was not far from that occupied by Monsieur des Ursins, Marquis of Tresnel. She was a regular at this place and was always well received by the Marquis. The Marquise de Tresnel, mother of the Marquis, says in her defense that Madame de Liancourt ruled there. The Marquis was not married at the time, but as soon as he married Mademoiselle de Graumont, a chill grew between the two ladies and

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Madame de Liancourt has disappeared from the castle where she was once a welcome guest.

The marquise claimed that Madame de Liancourt had satirized her in the form of a petition addressed to the intendant of Paris. The satire ended by pretending, jokingly, that the Marquise should be sent to the Petites-Maisons insane asylum. She complained to the marshals of France and deposited the widely circulated petition in the Register, but although she won the right to open an inquiry, which was done, she was unable to prove that Madame de Liancourt was the author of the offending document. But nevertheless, she was convinced of the fact, and looked forward to an opportunity for revenge which, on the day when the offense was proved, she had resolved to end without a light hand. The poets claim that this passion was the pleasure of the gods. Experience proves that it is also the pleasure of the fair sex and that vindictive men are inferior to women in this respect. Women better understand the complexities of revenge and, better than men, know how to overcome fear when they want to gorge themselves on their victim's agony. It can be said that at such moments their hearts are kneaded with the yeast of hatred.

The marchioness was eager to satisfy hers. She went to the church of the nuns of Chaumont du Vexin François to hear the sermon. Mademoiselle de Liancourt, the daughter, was there; she bowed to the marquise but didn't offer to give her her seat. After the sermon, the ladies were served some refreshment, when the Marquise complained bitterly of what she called the rudeness of Mademoiselle de Liancourt, who

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she accused her of breaking the rules of good manners. From birth, she considered herself far superior to her mother and daughter. It is well known that women are much more opinionated than men about rules of precedence, and that noble birth is a dominant factor in the conception they are able to form of their special merit. They almost feel as if they belong to a superior human species, towering far above the common folk and even the nobles of a younger creation.

This incident passed, people imagined that the case was over. But it wasn't like that. On 9 August 1691, the marquise, accompanied by her retainers, went to the abbey church of Gomerfontaine to hear the hymn of praise to Saint Bernard and found Madame de Liancourt already seated. Our noble lady purposely marched straight towards her, and when the marchioness noticed that she had risen as if to greet her, she pushed her from her place and sat down in it. She admits in her defense that she wanted revenge for the satire, as she could not write verse and that she was guilty of a rudeness she had shown to the meanest person she could have resented.

It is easy to guess that, not being the strongest, Madame de Liancourt soothed her feelings with insults; which led the marquise to call her a "petty bourgeoisie" and to threaten her with being mistreated by her husband, the marquis. She also called her "coquette" and, as she herself lacked Madame de Liancourt's personal charm, the latter took revenge by giving her a nickname, denoting a complacent woman of various uses.


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by lovers. At the height of their rage, the women of this world who have the gift of language enrich the language with new phrases.

This conversation gave the Marquise a new stimulus for revenge. From that moment on she resolved to insult Madame de Liancourt in the clearest manner that her ingenuity could conceive.

It was publicly said that a negro in the marquise's service had intervened in the quarrel, and that his zeal for his mistress had been embittered by a witty arrow aimed at Madame de Liancourt's object. They are hurts that women do not forget or forgive.

Distinguished persons who witnessed the insult urged the marquise to make peace with Madame de Liancourt, and she went to the drawing room of the abbess of Gomerfontaine to accept in good faith the apologies of the marquise, who again insulted her.

Madame de Liancourt, wanting to avoid further trouble, wrote to the Marquis de Tresnel, who showed by his silence that he tacitly approved of his wife's conduct.

Madame de Liancourt announced some time afterwards that she intended to visit Monsieur and Madame de Monbrun at Dauval, whose house was about a quarter of an hour from her own estate. The Marquise, who had her spies, was soon informed of this intention. She left her domains in a six-horse carriage, escorted by Mademoiselle de Villemartin, followed by four men on horseback, armed with swords and pistols, one of whom was a valet to the Marquis, and three footmen in his livery, while another three were outside. where the livery drove behind the carriage. As fast as it could have been


She failed to catch Madame de Liancourt on her way to Dauval, but took better measures against her return. She turned onto the causeway of Daucour, which was not far from the road to Dauval, and placed one of her horsemen on guard on the road, to warn them in case Madame de Liancourt's carriage appeared. At the first report, the marquise left in a hurry.

As soon as Madame de Liancourt saw such a large escort from afar, she had no doubt that her enemy had come to taunt her. A quick command to his coachman to go full trot to her castle was unsuccessful. The four knights appear, barring the way and giving the marquise time to arrive in her turn. As the two carriages approached, she ordered the coachman to turn right, to anger Madame de Liancourt's carriage; the postilion immediately obeyed, but the coachman himself, wiser, turned his two leading horses to the left. Madame de Liancourt's coachman and footmen, fearful of being ill-treated by the fury of the knights, turned back! ran away. Two of the footmen, behind the marquise's carriage, descend like a couple of furious lunatics, open Madame de Liancourt's carriage door, seize her and the maid, and force them out against her will.

As a matter of decency, I am obliged here to throw a veil over the humiliations that have been inflicted on this arrogant lady. It is certain that the lady thus treated grew alternately crimson and pale, in hot succession pale and crimson again; which she tried in vain first to the right and then to the left. No doubt,

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also that this elegant lady uttered expressive rather than polite words. Her attackers were ah! many, and her legs held tight so she couldn't do harm by being hurt like a child. If only the women had been present, she could have borne it, but to suffer under the eyes of the opposite sex was too shameful. Suffice it to say that they did not resort to those outrages against the honor of their mistress and her maid, which the people might have supposed. The marquise, enjoying the spectacle very much the whole time, when her revenge was sated, had Madame de Liancourt put her back in her carriage, of which the footmen cut the parapets and removed the buckles which supported the breast, and said to her: bitter mockery: "I couldn't leave a lady of quality standing in the middle of the street on foot."

After the marquise had withdrawn in triumph, charitable passers-by helped Madame de Liancourt and her maid and brought her a carriage. The lady, overcome with confusion, then returned to her domain.

When the king was informed of the matter, he forbade husbands to take up arms. Monsieur and Madame de Liancourt lodged their complaint with the marshals of France. This tends to prove that no sensual excesses have been committed against her, as it is not before marshals that charges of serious crimes have been brought. They even agreed to be content with the decision of the Archbishop of Rouen as to the satisfaction due to Madame de Liancourt: as long as there are no concessions for heinous crimes. It was the public that grossly exaggerated the importance of such personal insults.


absolutely convinced that Madame de Liancourt had been subjected to the license of hired libertines.

She was seen in the same light as dishonored people. Why would a woman who has suffered the greatest insult against her agree to remain tainted with some kind of disgrace? I know that in her heart she may have justice; but outwardly those who most sympathize with them really despise them, and cannot bear the stain with which they stain their character.

Why don't we have a court presided over by the most sensible men, charged with giving justice to ladies who may suffer such misfortune? Such a court, by reforming public prejudice, would restore a woman who had been violently shamed to the honorable position she formerly occupied in public esteem. For no woman can lose her honor except by the criminal exercise of her own will.

How should a woman who has been slandered in the opinion of men because they believe her to be the victim of wanton debauchery formulate her petition? Should their evidence support such an assumption? Her position is really delicate. For if she hesitated in her denunciation, and seemed to gloss over the insult she received, the public, who already consider her disgraced, would absolutely despise her for her supposed indifference. What course should she take? It seems that Madame de Liancourt really had no other way of reassuring the public of their belief in the wanton crimes committed against her body, as the public belief of this was ingrained and took root in the law to take revenge as if the crime had been committed. of rape really happened



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was added to the cleaning. She had no other means of regaining her dead honor. The law would thus be compelled to cleanse them from the filth of shame, at the same time as fully avenging the dishonor done to them.

This seems to have been Madame de Liancourt's opinion when she made her complaint, although she is not clear on the matter. But it was anticipated by the Attorney General, who, seeing the negligence of the local magistrates in prosecuting and punishing the crime, obtained an edict of the 16th of November, 1691, ordering that the evidence and records, if any, be removed in connection with the conflict which had taken place between the ladies of Tresnel and de Liancourt, to the criminal register of the court and, by order of the court, initiate the proceedings.

The judicial inquiry was conducted by M. le Nain, who was already known for his skilful handling of several important criminal cases. He made his way to the area and, in response to orders from the Bailiwick de Chaumont du Vexin Francois, it appeared that no prosecution had been brought, the Attorney General obtained a decree commanding the Lieutenant Criminel, (High Sheriff) of that Bailiwick and the Procureur du Roi , (Crown Solicitor), to appear before the court within two days of service of this notice to respond to the conclusions that it may draw against them, and so on, their failure to appear would imply the exercise of their removal from office. They showed up. After listening to the Attorney General of the Republic (Procureur General), it was ordered that they be warned that they were at fault, that they had not acted with negligence


investigate the incident even though the parties have not filed a complaint; because the crime was committed on the Autobahn. They were again summoned to court. They were informed of the court's deliberations, urged to be more vigilant in their future affairs, and allowed to retire.

Then Madame de Liancourt intervened and confided her confusion to the bosom of justice. After the final touches were put on the criminal case, she filed a civil lawsuit.

In her appeal, she alleges that long enough, and too long, the sadness that gripped her also forced her to remain silent; that she did not deserve the court's protection unless she appeared as concerned with her private revenge as the attorney general was with that of the outraged public.

She couldn't complain, she said, without revealing herself again at the expense of her modesty; but the indignation was too cruel to be hushed up, however painful it was for her to complain. One can judge the gravity of this insult, for, in order to seek redress, she is required to make a statement about it, which in itself dishonors her.

She is unhappy, she insists, to have drawn the relentless hatred of the Marquise de Tresnel simply for those qualities which have endeared her to worthy people. She has no reason to describe them to make them known. It may easily be supposed that a woman, capable of revenge for imaginary insults, overcomes the black act with which she defiled herself, and which, while committed, celebrated her revenge with such satisfaction.

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Madame de Liancourt's own malice then relates the facts; and when she comes to indignation, she says that she felt "cruel and bold hands furiously carrying out the marquise's cruel and shameful orders." (*) That's the most she says; proving that no crime against her honor was committed. She names two lackeys of the Marquis of Tresnel who treated her in this way. Marolle with a long, narrow face and dark hair; the other called Picard, with a red face and fair hair; both of medium height. She says that the marquise roused the ministers of her vengeance by her words inflamed with rage: she lets us know that out of modesty she overlooks the nature of the offenses committed against her person; and to express them she dares not use expressions that would make her blush. She says that the Marquise's thirst for revenge surpassed the cruelty of the tyrants.

In conclusion, she added, that she was confident that the court would award her such full reparation that she would quell a hatred at her birth which was likely to be perpetuated and passed on in a family, should the injured honor be poorly restored.

In her lawsuit, she demands that the Marquis of Tresnel and the Marquise, his wife, together with those who carried out her orders, be jointly and severally ordered to pay her the sum of one hundred thousand Uvres (2) in damages and interest, subject to the Prosecutor G4n4ral to draw the conclusions it deems appropriate and reasonable for the public and petitioner's justification.

(') Cruel and daring hands that with fury carried out the Marquise's cruel and shameful orders.

(') A rather expensive price for a flogging, though given in a public street to a lady of high rank!

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The marquise's defense first asserts that the intention was not to make her appear innocent; but to prove that she is less guilty than the public has been led to believe.

It is admitted that she carried her grudges too far and that the revenge she took was violent and defied the most sacred norms of decency.

But if it is truly known what preceded this action, and the limits within which it was contained; when the true nature of the crime has been contemplated and the name to be given to it; it will be found that the Marquise's resentment was not groundless, nor the action so extravagant as it was made known to the world; and it will be difficult even to find in him any object of public revenge, much less the object of a capital crime, as Madame de Liancourt pretends.

The marquise's lawyer adds that the satire in verse written by Madame de Liancourt against the accused was the object of justifiable resentment; but he does not seem to have in any way proved that Madame de Liancourt was the author. Such satire, he continued, is a greater injury and hurts a lady's reputation more than the most qualified violence, because the former attacks her conduct and morals, and mortally attacks her honor, while the other attacks only her body, without she hurts her reputation. . It only marks the weakness of the person who is insulted; but there is no bad impression of her behavior.

He then pretends to prove through the inquiry that Madame de has not committed a supreme crime.

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Liancourt. In fact, the evidence in this regard shows that she was only mistreated, that her modesty was repeatedly violated, but it does not constitute the ultimate freedom.

But this crime of the Marquise undoubtedly deserves to be classified as a public crime for the following reasons:

Firstly, because according to the definition of this crime, it is a crime in which the main public interest resides. It may be argued that the safety of the King's Road is a matter of public interest; Now, this crime was committed on a public road.

Second, this action cannot be considered a private outrage, as it is a formal attack on a woman's honor. Torture in the form of punishment she was subjected to in contempt. The esteem in which her virtue was held has not diminished: but it is believed that she is filled with a kind of ignominy for the humiliating insult she received. It is a disgrace to which she has been exposed against her will, and which men allow, unwittingly mocking her: they are unable to rid their minds of prejudices, though reason alone condemns them. Such an indignant woman is ashamed of her that she cannot wash off.

All the fair sex have a great interest in seeing such a crime punished, in order to be safe from such a dishonorable insult. Isn't it a public crime that interests the fairer half of the public so much? Furthermore, the men to whom these offended women are connected by ties of blood and marriage are also interested in the punishment of the offense; for the shame of the woman so offended rests on her.

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Thirdly, the fact that the people who committed these humiliations are in a deplorable state makes the crime more punishable. The subordination that exists between a person of rank or inferior and an inferior person gives greater cruelty to the insult; By violating this subordination, which concerns the public interest, the act acquires the character of public. From that point of view, the Marquise, who had chosen men of this type to make the insult more understandable, should incur all the penalties of the crime, because she was the author of this shameful undertaking.

Fourth, the law bestows special protection on the fair sex because of their weakness, the tenderness of their honor, which can be attacked and stolen by violence. Their only protection is punishment for violence and brutality. This punishment must be severe, for women have, as it were, as many enemies to their honor as men in the world: they have in their hearts a pernicious principle, which, in spite of them, excites a burning desire to rob them of their treasure. . The public interest, therefore, demands that they have reason to fear the penalties which curb these abuses.

Public decency, which is violated and under the protection of which women must safely travel abroad, is another reason for making this a public crime. We close this famous and very interesting case with a transcript of the trial, written in the curious style of the time.


' As the court examines the criminal case he initiated at the request of the King's Attorney General, the plaintiff

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and Prosecutor, and by Dame Françoise de Lannoy, wife of Messire Claude Seguier, Knight, Lord of the Manor of Liancourt, but separately in respect of movable property, intervened on the 29th of January for insults and attacks received against her person by the servants of Dame de Gaumont, Marchioness of Tresnel, under his command and in his presence; against Messire Esprit Juvenal de Harville des UrsiDs, Marquis de Tresnel, First Candidate in the Armed Forces of the Royal Guard; the aforementioned Dame de Gaumont, his wife, Damoiselle Anne de Fleury, daughter of Jacques de Fleury, Equerry, Squire of Ville-Martin; Antoine Bourcier, coachman of the said Dame de Tresnel; Pierre Fourdrain, Yclept la Riviere Groom in the so-called Messire de Tresnel; Jean Baptiste, born in São Domingos, black, lackey of the said lady; Jean Betouard, surnamed Picard, lackey of the said Messire de Tresnel; a person dressed in red called Lhafte, valet to the said Messire of Tresnel; the so-called Marolle, Lakai, Rubi, Jassemin and la Fatigue, wearing the livery of the said Messire de Tresnel, the accused and the accused; the said Bourcier, Fourdrain, called la Riviere, the black Jean Baptiste, Betouard, called Picard, and Croquet, called Magni, prisoners in the Conciergerie of the Palais de Justice; and the said Dame de Tresnel, the said Lhafte, Marolle, Rubbi, Jassemin, la Fatigue, prisoners in the Conciergerie; the aforementioned Dame de Tresnel, the aforementioned Lartig, Marolle, Rubbi, Jassemin, la Fatigue, defaulters and undisciplined, and others.

All things considered; was decided by the Court, without considering the proceedings of those referred to by Harville and Pierre Fourdrain, nicknamed la Riviere, of February 1st and 3rd of last year, nor that of March 4th of the current month, for purposes of combined information, has and declares a duly informed act of rape against the aforesaid de Gaumont, wife of the aforesaid Harville de Tresnel, the aforesaid Marolle, Lartig, Jassemin, Rubbi and la Fatigue; and the damage assessment condemned the said de Gaumont and sentenced him to appear in court, to hold a session, to say right there on his knees and to say in the presence of the said de Liancourt and to declare that, maliciously, maliciously that imprudent, she deliberately allowed her servants, in her presence and for her, to commit the insults and attacks mentioned in the denunciation against the person of the aforesaid de Liancourt

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Order, which she regrets and asks for forgiveness; having done so, he banished them forever from the jurisdiction of the Supreme Court of Justice; orders her to obey this sentence on pain of death, sentences her to a fine of 1,500 pounds to the king; and that the said Lhafte and Marolle are taken to the King's galleys to serve there as convicts for life, explaining that the properties of the said Lhafte and Marolle which are in the country and are confiscated are acquired, and to whom they become concerned. With regard to the aforesaid Jassemin, Rubbi and la Fatigue, are banished from the city, jurisdiction and Viscounty of Paris for three years, ordered to maintain their banishment under threat of the king's declaration; sentences them individually to a fine of ten pounds to the said Lord, the King; and the aforementioned Betouard, surnamed Picard, to be led and driven to the king's galleys, to serve there as a convict for nine years; further condemns the aforementioned de Gaumont and the aforementioned Lartig, Marolle, Betouard, surnames Picard, Jassemin, Rubi and la Fatigue jointly to £30,000 in damages to the said Lady of Liancourt. And after admonishing him, the said Fleury de Villemartin, who had been summoned for this purpose before the tribunal de la Tournelle, condemned him to donate to the bread box of the prisoners of the Conciergerie of the Palais de Justice, the sum of 20 pounds, costs are at your own expense. And with regard to the charges against the aforementioned of Harville, Bourcier, Fourdrain, surnamed la Riviere, Jean Baptiste, Negro da Nação, and Croquet, dismiss the charges against these parties and put them out of court and out of action: order the prisoners that he be released from prison and the prison record of said croquet be expunged and expunged from the record; the fine found in the prison register was returned to him and the costs in this case were reimbursed to the said of Harville, Bourcier, Fourdrain nicknamed la Riviere, Jean Baptiste the Black and Croquet. It also condemns the aforementioned de Gaumont, the aforementioned Lartig, Marolle, Rubi, Jassemin, la Fatigue, Betouard, surnamed Picard, jointly and severally with all costs, including those against the aforementioned de Harville, Fleury, Bourcier, Fourdrain, Jean Baptiste and croquet : of which said de Gaumont is obliged to pay £30,000 in damages costs. And yet the said court orders that the sum of £30,000 awarded in damages and costs be taken in her property and excluding her husband

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may prevent the execution of this judgment. And the present judgment on the said Dame de Gaumont, said Lartig and Marolle, will be recorded on a plaque to be fixed on a pole erected in the public square of Chaumont, as well as on one in the Place de Greve of that city; and the other judgments communicated in contumacy, copies of which will be delivered to the houses or residences of the aforementioned Jassemin, Rubi and la Fatigue, if any, otherwise posted on the doors of the Palace of Justice, in accordance with the Regulations. Done at the Supreme Court of Justice on the 13th of March, 1693. And pronounced against the said Bourcier, Fourdrain surnamed la Riviere, and Jean Baptiste the Black, on the 18th day of the said month and year.

Lest this case of the shameful nudity of a great lady on the High Road be considered old-fashioned, we quote the following from The Sun, New York, Sunday, June 10, 1900.



Incredible conditions in the western city.

Seven people were killed and dozens were injured - Property destroyed and dynamite used - The crowning injury was the striptease in the streets of women riding streetcars - Scenes of terrible disgrace to a civilized community - The strike is estimated to have cost over $20,000. 000 - Governor refuses to help restore order

Saint Louis, June 9th. - The great streetcar strike that began on May 8th has so far cost the city an estimated over $20,000,000 in lost business. There is no immediate prospect of solving the problems

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Despite efforts by business owners to seek arbitration, the strikers maintain their demands for reintegration and recognition of their union, while the railway company says it will not fire the men who filled the strikers' positions, nor any of its employees forced to join the union. Syndicate . Despite all efforts, the shutdown remains intact.

A reign of terror began and, despite police protection, the railway company was unable to service all of its lines. The regular police force was augmented by a comitatus platoon of 2,500 men, called up by the sheriff but working only by order of the chief of police. Heavy pressure is being placed on the governor to call in the state militia, which would bring the available military force to a total of 6,000 men, in addition to the city's regular police force. Yesterday Police Commissioner Campbell said the situation was more serious than at any other time during the strike. Today he modified this by saying that the police and squad can control the situation.

Politics comes into play to a large extent. Since the start of the attack, seven men have been killed instantly, another five were reportedly fatally wounded in hospital, seventy-five received gunshot wounds, 150 were wounded by rockets of various types, five separate attempts at transit cars were blown up, and one bomb was destroyed dropped on a power plant, shattered windows and shattered walls. On Thursday night, the first car was driven past 6am since the strike began. Very few passengers were carried.

People are afraid to ride in a car. If they're in business, they're boycotted. when they are unavailable

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they are attacked through their pockets or the women of the family are terrorized. If the militia is not called in, the transit company may well abandon the roads after dark.

attacks on women.

From the start of the strike to the present day, hardly a day has gone by without violence. Men were shot and beaten, both sides firing indiscriminately at the slightest provocation; Women were stripped naked and publicly whipped for daring to ride in the carriages; Three teachers were publicly beaten by mobs of women, and other cruel acts were committed by strike supporters, with the strikers themselves taking a backseat.

The first of the attacks on a woman was committed on Commendation Day against Ms. Pauline Hesser, who was beaten, kicked and robbed of her clothes at Tenth Street and Geyer Avenue for riding in a transit car. Mrs. Hesser is only 19 and her experience has been terrible. The mob that attacked them consisted almost entirely of women, girls and teenagers, while a crowd of appreciative adults stood on the sidewalk, encouraging them in their work. She was stripped. Walking away from her tormentors, beaten and bruised and with her bloody face streaming down her cheeks, she sought refuge in the saloon of a man named Schumacher, who led the hunted girl back into the street to become a plaything for the mercenary mob. Finally, a police car pulled up and dispersed the crowd, a policeman took off his coat to wrap it around the frightened girl. She was taken to the police station and escorted home.

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Last Saturday, a woman who declined to be named out of fear of the public, was slapped in the face as she got out of a car at Fourth Street and Choteau Avenue, knocked to the ground and kicked when she was hit by two brute legs. , strike supporter, worker, with wife and family. His name is Joseph Fanger, he lives at Dekalbstraße 2419, from where he was picked up by two men at midnight on Friday, taken to a remote part of town and beaten until he lost consciousness.

Sunday, June 3rd, witnessed the peak of abuses against women. It all started when a group of young men and women got out of a Southern tram on Lesperance Street to take a steamboat trip to Monterano. They were attacked, stoned and beaten by a crowd of waiting men and women. Ernest Cooper was seriously injured. Andrew McWeeny, of 2815 Thomas Street, took refuge upstairs in a house near the harbor, where he was besieged for hours while another young man grabbed his girlfriend's arm, ran into the river and jumped into a boat anchored on the bank. and pushed out with only a paddleboard, followed by a hail of stones. He managed to land on the east side of the river and get back on the top raft. He didn't try the trams again. George Briedmeyer, 2736 South Seventh Street, was beaten up by the mob, and when he returned to his boarding house, his landlady refused him entry because he was driving a transit car.

In the afternoon, the mob grew bolder, emboldened by immunity. At 5 pm, Ms. Susie Hensel of 1418 Union Avenue at the corner of Broadway and Shenandoah Streets was attacked. she was on her way

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to visit her father who lives at 2333 South Tenth Street and had just gotten out of the car. As she headed west into Shenandoah, she was attacked by a group of men, women, and boys. Apparently they were led by a woman. She was knocked down and as she lay on the ground everyone who could reach her kicked her, all the while denouncing her as a scab.

Dragged into the street almost naked.

Dona Hensel said:

"The crowd approached me, started punching and kicking me. Then they started tearing my clothes to shreds. As I passed one place, two little girls pulled off what was left of my clothes and led me into the house. I entered what was the living room and crouched in a corner. The children left me. Soon the two men who attacked me They entered the house first and when one of them saw me he knocked me down. A third man entered... He was obviously the owner of the house as he ordered me out. I asked him to give me some clothes but the only answer was to take me to the street. I took refuge in a nearby house, where a woman gave me a skirt, and where they let me stay until the police arrived and took me home."

Miss Stella Broadwick was the next victim. She was attacked as she got out of a Cherokee car on South Twelfth Street around 7pm on Sunday afternoon. The waistband of her shirt was torn; Is it over there

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Skirts soon followed and her panties were torn into ribbons. She ran into an alley. The mob thought she had taken refuge at William Westerman's house, 1619 South Twelfth Street, and demanded that she be handed over to them. A gray-haired woman responded to her screams by pulling open a second-story window and firing two shots from a revolver she was obviously used to handling. The crowd collapsed and fled.

At about the same time, at Twelfth Street and Geyerallee, a woman who identified herself as Christine Theire, although admitting that this was presumed, was brutally beaten and stripped of all clothes except stockings and shoes. When she parked her car on Geyerallee, she was accosted by an 18-year-old who accused her of driving vans. A crowd of men, boys and women gathered around Miss There. She was trying to escape when the mob, apparently moved by impulse, attacked her, beating her with their fists and throwing stones and sticks at her. She was knocked out and repeatedly kicked in the face. Then they started ripping her clothes off and didn't stop until she was naked. In her pocket was her wallet, which contained $15. This was taken from her.

Naked and hunted like a wild animal.

Blinded and bleeding, the girl staggered and fled south to Allen Avenue, the crowd in pursuit. She begged the women who were at her doors to give her a place of refuge, but she was ridiculed and ridiculed by those wretches who had forgotten all her sex kindness. Seeing an open basement window in a home

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Allen Avenue, she crawled like a hunted wild animal. Here she stayed until the police arrived and dispersed the crowd. Even so, she wouldn't leave the dark cellar until she was dressed in a skirt and an old shawl to cover her nakedness. Miss Therese was on her way to visit her elderly mother at the time of the attack.

A young woman was attacked as she got out of a Cherokee Division car at Eleventh and Calhoun streets on Monday afternoon. She was hit by rockets but took refuge in a grocery store, where she was allowed to stay until police arrived and escorted her out of the troubled neighborhood. That same afternoon, between 4:30 and 5:00 am, three South Broadway schoolteachers got out of a southern trolley car and were immediately seized by a mob of women, their skirts thrown over their heads and their bodies pulled forward and down, Amazon energetically putting a piece of solid board over it.

Police are trying to stop attacks on women.

Arrests were numerous as a result of the attacks on women and three girls were sentenced to two years each at the Chillicothe Industrial Home, while several others await trial. The police department decided to put an end to this kind of diabolism by having a young woman travel on the Southern Electric Line, accompanied by a childish-looking detective. By prior arrangement, a large force of plainclothes detectives and policemen had assembled in the neighborhood where they were to disembark. When the car arrived at the chosen location, the couple got out and were there immediately.

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surrounded by a roaring, howling crowd of three or four hundred approximately equally divided by gender.

Before they had time to injure the girl or her companion, the police attacked her. They were ordered not to make arrests but to use their clubs, which they did effectively. For a moment the mob thought to fight back and faced the police, but they were too strong to be successfully defeated and the mob broke and ran, followed by the police who wielded their truncheons whenever they came within range of their victims, whether they were men. . or female. Broken heads were the order of the day. A 13-year-old girl fought like a wild cat and was only subdued when a burly policeman grabbed her, turned her around and hit her "like her mother used to do".

The first arrest was that of Mrs. Emma Thomson, who was accused of leading the mob that attacked Ms. Hensel and stripped her of her clothes. Then followed the arrests of Anna Swese, Anna Klasek and Mary Trantize, who pleaded guilty to assaulting Ms. Pauline Hessler on Friday and were sentenced to two years at the Girls' Industrial Home in Chillicothe, Missouri. Girls are the worst kind and have no idea of ​​the enormity of their offense. Twenty men were arrested in addition to the women arrested, but not enough evidence was gathered to convict them of overclocking.

Governor Stephens refuses help.

After consulting with businessmen, general taxpayers, the police department, comitatus platoon members and others last night, today and again tonight, Governor Stephens appeared


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returned to the state capital last night without having issued a call to the militia. Last night's conference was held chiefly for the purpose of discovering some motives which would strengthen the Governor's apparent determination not to command the troops. Yesterday Police Commissioner Campbell said the situation was more serious since the strike began. The police, he explained, could not cope, could not prevent disorder, and the only hope was to punish those guilty of lawlessness. There must have been a lot of pressure on the boss because today he said that the police and the comitatus squad were strong enough to protect the traffic vehicles and prevent any escape. Empowered, the governor refused to call in the militia and returned to the capital.

Cars were driven by three other lines tonight, Market, Laclede and Olive Street. There was little interruption. At Ninth and Market, cars were stoned on their way east, but a heavy command from the barracks dispersed the crowd and prevented further disturbances. An attempt was made to scrap a southern electric car at Broadway and Biddle tonight. Strong units of the comitatus platoon were hastily sent from headquarters on Washington Avenue and managed to disperse the crowd after several shots were fired into the crowd.

Former Governor William J. Stone, a lawyer for the strikers, today sent a letter to the Hon. Nathan Frank, chairman of the Citizens Committee that has been seeking a settlement of the riots, is stalling virtually all further negotiations, saying the Transit Company withdrew proposal submitted last Saturday before the union had time to go through it.

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an agreement to reinstate 1,000 of its former employees immediately, an additional 500 men in ninety days, and the rest as soon as vacancies become available. The union was to select the men for return to work, the company reserving the right to reject any submitted name whose bearer was found guilty of violence or intimidation.

The seven MPs who were arrested last night and jailed outside the Four Courts for refusing to ride in transit vans were released today on the orders of Chief Campbell. Six men were charged before the US Attorney with obstructing the mail. The formal hearing was set for the next Thursday, with Commissioner Gray setting the bonds at $2,000, with failure to comply with them going to jail. Oscar Henderson, 15, was arrested on a federal warrant accused of planting a bomb on Transit Company tracks in violation of the restraining order. He was taken to prison.

The "silent weapon" with which three police officers were shot on Thursday night caused terror among squads and police. Drug dealers say the bullets that wounded the three officers were undoubtedly fired from an airgun, one from St. Louis that was capable of sending a bullet through an oak plank. Detectives are trying to find out into whose hands some of these weapons that were sold in the last three months fell, in order to track down the alleged killers.

Crazed undressing Miss. Hesser.

There were rumors last night that Ms. Rose Paulson, who has been held as a prisoner in the observation ward of the city hospital since last Monday, attempted suicide today.

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by hanging. Guard Kelley discovered them in time to save the woman's life. Mrs. Paulson was an eyewitness to the brutal attack on Pauline Hesser by strike supporters on Decoration Day, which drove her insane. Asleep or awake, she talks about how Ms. Hesser has been treated and prays to the crowd to spare the girl. Mrs. Paulson tried to save the girl at the time, but was verbally abused and chased away by the crowd. She showed signs of insanity on Sunday and left the house on Monday.

Nearly 50,000 schoolchildren descended on the amusement park today to participate in the Grand Parade of Nations at the public school's annual picnic. Due to the car strike and the consequent fear of an attack on the transit cars, the children were taken to the site in buses, floats, express vans, buggies or other means of transport that could be obtained. These cars complement the service of the Suburban Street Railway, the only line in the city not affected by a strike, and the little ones were successfully transported to and from the site, bringing great joy to the children but great anxiety to the adults.

John Powers, a non-union driver who traveled from Philadelphia on Friday to relieve an attacker, is in a desperate hospital. A working day in a public transport company car destroyed his nerves. Powers worked for the Traction Company of Philadelphia for fifteen years and lost his job in a strike. He was persuaded to come here, but a day's work with the strange tales he heard in the company barracks was too much for him; and he separated from his companions. He was captured this morning at Grever Avenue and Pennsylvania Avenue by a policeman engaged in imaginary fights.


enemies. He fears an assassination attempt and regretfully asks for protection. Powers has a wife and two children who live at 1215 Merier Street in Philadelphia.


One of the elders used to say that in the public spectacles of his time, where women appeared quite naked, they were protected by the public image.

The severe justice meted out by Pope Sixtus V for a much minor insult to a young girl's honor makes us regard the outrage committed against Madame de Liancourt as a public crime as well.

Under this pontificate, a lawyer from Perugia settled in Rome. His son fell madly in love with a young woman of rare beauty, belonging to a distinguished family; the girl's mother was a widow. He asked for his daughter's hand, but she was refused. The mother had ambitious views and desired a nobler alliance for her son than with a lawyer's son. The young man, questioning only the violence of his passion, found a rather singular means of acquiring the coveted prize. He looked around and, having found her in one of the streets of Rome, lifted her veil and kissed her, despite her will and her fruitless efforts. This happened in the presence of her mother, who was accompanying her, but she couldn't contain the onslaught of love fast enough. He thought that this favour, which he had openly extorted from his mistress by dishonoring her, would compel his friends to give her to him in marriage.

The mother immediately went to the Pope to complain. The Pope ordered the young man to be prosecuted.

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The Colonna - one of the first families in Rome - under whose protection he lived, interfered and tried to arrange a marriage in order to silence the judiciary. The mother was persuaded and permission obtained from the Grand Vicar of Rome for the marriages. But the happiness of the wedding feast was suddenly overshadowed by the arrival of the Sbirri, who, by order of the governor, arrested the young husband, his father and the bride's mother. They were, as one might suppose, extremely restless. The young couple, of course, were more scared than the others and couldn't understand why they had been so harassed.

The governor informed the parents that the pope would pass judgment on the matter.

The next day, the parents went to kneel at the Pope's feet and claimed that the marriage had fully restored the young woman's honor. The Pope ordered that they be brought before her and that the governor also appear. The latter had already received and learned his lesson privately. When they were all in the papal presence, His Holiness asked the parties interested in the insult if they were satisfied? They unanimously answered yes.

"I am very happy," said the Pope, * that you are satisfied; but it remains to be seen whether Justice is also satisfied. They are uninterested, but the judiciary must also be consulted."

Then he turned to the governor and said:

"You are in charge of the interests of the judiciary, are you satisfied?"

The governor responded that the judiciary received no satisfaction for the defendant's contempt for sovereign authority in inflicting violence on an honest man.

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Girl on the street and that he demanded repairs. Then the Pope said:

"You may proceed until justice is satisfied."

With these words Sixtus V dismissed the party. The husband was charged and condemned to the galleys for violating the respect he owed to sovereign and state law.

In vain did the great House of Colonna use all its influence to obtain this young man's pardon; The Pope forgot the esteem and friendship he had for this family and said to them:

  • I don't count among my friends those who annoy me

Leaving crimes unpunished: who assumes the role of an insolent criminal against the law and justice that he has transgressed. Don't you see the consequences of impunity? It would be in vain for a father to marry his daughter to a suitable husband; a young man whose suit he might not like could marry her despite him after kissing her in the street. During my pontificate there will be no such abuse in Borne." Cardinal Colonna replied: "The crime was expiated by the union of both parties. “But is Justice,” replied the Pope, “is it satisfied?

These were the reasons he gave for his rigidity.

The perpetrator was tied to the convict's chain at the very place where the crime was committed: his young wife was so plunged in grief that she survived her husband's shame only a few days.

The pope's justice extended to upholding the honor of young women, even for people of low rank. A servant sent during the night to fetch a

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The midwife, on the way, met the maid of a Roman nobleman who, after blowing out the candle in her lantern, tried to kiss her: she screamed and he fled.

Sixtus V, informed of this three days later, sent for the governor, reproaching him for his negligence in not having punished the transgressor, and ordering him to pursue the servant, who had been condemned to go all the way up the Rua to be flogged in the courtroom where he tried to take that liberty. In France, such an act, even if performed, would be considered only a trivial offence; but in Italy the strictness with which the female sex is guarded is so great that undertakings of this kind are considered serious crimes even among people of low rank.

These examples prove that Sixtus V, who was a great judge, considered insulting a woman in the street a public crime punishable by a painful penalty.

Among a small band of footmen at the gate of the Tuileries Gardens, who boasted of having taken liberties with noble ladies, there was one who wagered that, like it or not, he would have the favor of the first beautiful woman who did so. Outside. This ungentlemanly braggart carried his insolence to the point of thrusting his hand under the petticoats of any real lady who came along. There was a public outcry and he was arrested. An indictment was brought and he was condemned to the pillory and banished for a period of time. This proves that such an insult committed by footmen in a public place is considered a public crime due to these two circumstances. The punishment would have been even harsher.

if it had been a servant guilty of this insolence towards his mistress. Too tight a rein cannot be imposed on these servants, who hold both the honor and the lives of the ladies they serve in their hands.


A few years later, a woman who had been exposed to violent turmoil in word and deed was convicted. Rather, the wording of the judgment suggests that the court did not consider this insult a public crime.

We give an overview of the case: “Madame Marechal, wife of Mr. Jean de la Brosse-Morlai and a distinguished lady, was dissatisfied with the behavior of her husband, whom she suspected of infidelity: she accused a certain M. de la Busserolle of deceiving him. She accused him of this, and the quarrel went so far that, with the consent of her husband present, la Busserolle forgot to throw the lady on the bed in the bedroom, where she then abruptly shifted her clothes, he treated her as if she were a child. who is being subjected to a shameful punishment.

It should be noted that de Busserolle belonged to a respected family without being a man of quality.

The lady complained to Parliament, then known as the Supreme Court of Justice and Appeal, and the court referred her to Lieutenant Criminal von Souvigny. This magistrate immediately started an investigation into the case, but died before he could complete it. The case was then forwarded

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to Detective Lieutenant von Moulins. La Busserolle was condemned in contumaciam on 31 May 1728. He was found final and found guilty of confiding in Madame de la Brosse the offensive language mentioned in the denunciation and subjecting her to personal violence and ill-treatment. Treatment also mentioned in the lawsuit: He was subsequently sentenced to nine years in the galleys and formerly lettered G.A.L.

He appealed, which resulted in the following verdict:

  • Our court, disregarding Madeleine's claims

Marechal, formulated in his complaints of February 21, March 23 and 24, 1729, neither the impugnation of the said Aujay de Busserolle to the sentences of December 13, 1726 and April 10, 1728, nor his rejected claims, reach the conclusion , that his appeal, as well as the judgment appealed against, are both annulled, but, in addition and in reparation for the cases mentioned in the action, the aforementioned Aujay de la Busserolle, sentenced before the Court of the Presidential Council of Moulins to appear before the aforementioned Madeleine Marshal, and of twelve persons of his own choosing: and with uncovered head and on his knees, to say and declare that he has boldly and recklessly used insulting words towards her, and committed the excesses and violence mentioned in the lament, which laments and pleads Pardon the said Madeleine Marechal: he is also prohibited from visiting even the places where the said Madeleine Madeleine Marechal could stop, and he should withdraw from the places where he could see her, as well as where she he would probably go, or as soon as he saw her, under threat of corporal punishment; condemns him to pay two thousand francs in compensation and all costs, both for the main action and for the appeal and for the claims made by the aforementioned Madeleine Marechal. Order that the transcript and copy of the memoirs of the said Aujay de la Busserolle signed by him be removed from the documents relating to the case and suppressed that a memorandum to that effect be drawn up by the clerk of the court. enables the

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said Madeleine Marechal, in order to publish and suspend the present judgment at the expense and expense of the said Aujay de Busserolle, where he sees fit, and to ensure the execution of the same, makes the said Aujay prisoner of the Criminal Lieutenant of Moulins. Determines the execution of this sentence. Delivered at the Parliament of Justice, March 31, 1729.

The court, which did not sentence the defendant to any painful or disgraceful punishment, seems to have regarded his crime as a mere private offence, although the honor of all ladies, as well as the nobility generally, was concerned about the violence he had committed. . committed.

Two circumstances, no doubt, prevented the judges from making this crime public. De Busserole was a friend of the man and was allowed to visit the house. He hadn't come with the express intention of insulting you. A fight broke out; he forgot in the heat of his rage: the place was not public. The second consideration is that he was specifically authorized by the husband himself to chastise his wife; and the fact that such permission was given by the husband was already a reason for legal separation. No reason for separation could be more justifiable than the husband's unworthy sanction.

Insulting women in public places is punishable by severe penalties in England. Sex is the joy of honest people lucky enough to rule their hearts. But wouldn't it lose its empire if the feeling disappeared, would it sink to lower levels? See that sensible men take pride in following the lovely

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Laws of the weaker sex, why do others want to break free? If this reasoning seems too gallant, let it rest in the beauty of custom; Let's just say that the weakness of the sex inspired lawmakers to help her and to arm against Insolenee's strength and the tyranny of injustice.


If the scourging scene last described took place in the public thoroughfare, the one we are about to describe took place in the bedroom of a lady of high rank and the mistress of a king. Mr. Robot. Douglas, author of 'The Life and Times of Mme du Barry', (') casts discredit on the story and refutes it with an insight worthy of its Scottish origins - to his own satisfaction. We are quite skeptical. The farce was worthy of the arrogant du Barry, and in the end, we believe the victim deserved the beating. There were no men present, so there was no shame; the slap was carried out in the privacy of a lady's apartment; so there was no public scandal. If the Machioness had kept its tongue silent, the story of its Casti-

C) The curious reader will find his ingenious version of this business on page 240ff under the heading The King's Coffee Pot (1773). All work is fun and smartly written.

Around the year 1850, a mezzotint in colors opcnlg SOlO was made in London for 10s. 6d-, illustrative- of the flogging of the Marquise de Rozen, based on Voltaire's anecdote. This was never confiscated by the police or compromised in any way. But a series of seven splendid copper engravings, depicting historical scenes and sold for forty francs a set, were published in Paris in 1898 by the present publisher and confiscated by the authorities.


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Gation, in all likelihood, would not have become public property. But, strange as it may be, men are always quicker to make their own dishonor known. In summary, the facts are as follows:

The Marquise de Rozen, one of the Countess de Provence's maids, had been courting Madame du Barry for some time. This one liked her a lot; and they became close friends. The marquise was young and pretty, with the features of a child. This observation is necessary. The countess did not forget to invite her to a splendid conversation. Madame de Rozen departed, but soon afterwards severed all ties with her friend, or at least showed her great composure. This was probably due to the princess whom she had the honor to serve, and who severely reproached her for her attention to a woman so much the subject of public criticism; particularly as he was noticed by the court as being present at their conversations.

Whatever the cause, the countess was not immune to change. She complained to the king, who mocked her, saying that the marquise was still a child for whom the rod was the best punishment. Madame du Barry took the king's words literally and sternly.

One morning, the marquise came to visit her, and after they had lunched amicably, the favorite invited her to her room, as if she had something special to say to her. At that moment, four lascivious maids seized the poor criminal, threw her clothes over her head, and whipped her hard over a part of her body where only naughty children are wont to be beaten. The sufferer who suffers from indignation, and

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boiling with rage, complaining to the sovereign, who had nothing to say when his mistress reminded him that she had only carried out His Majesty's sentence.

He ended up laughing about the case; and Madame de Rozen, on the advice of the duc d'Aiguillon, revisited the countess. After some gossip about the scourged ass, which confirmed the anecdote, the two friends embraced and agreed to bury everything in oblivion. Our readers will agree that both the beatings and the reconciliation were the wisest thing that could have happened.


The Du Barry Affair reminds us of a similar adventure that befell the Chevalier de Boufflers, told on the authority of La Chronique Scandaleuse. (*) The main difference is that our Chevalier, with the intelligence and courage of a man, was really able, on the spot, to turn the tables on his tormentor and inflict on him the same punishment as his own servants.

Against a certain marchioness of the time - do we see the marquise playing a large part in the beatings, or were women of humble origin so severely chastised and no record made of their discomfort at the baseness of their position? – the Chevalier launched a blunt epigram that managed to obtain a certain notoriety.

(*) * The scandalous chronicle or memoir serving the history of the current generation. Paris. In a corner where you can see everything. 1789, (in-16, vol. III, pp. 11–13.)

We remember seeing a pair of very beautiful watercolors by Amedee Vignola depicting this theme, with the actors dressed in period costumes.

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Some time later, the grande dame, discreetly silent, begged for a reconciliation and invited him to seal it with his presence at her dinner table. He went out, but with pistols in his pockets like a wise man who knows his hostess's character. As soon as he arrived, he was seized by four burly servants who, under the marquise's gaze, grazed the part of his body near the waist with fifty well-formed blows. He bore his punishment stoically to the last blow. The noble lady had hitherto done everything his way. But the dubious comedy has now taken on an appearance she little expected and certainly didn't foresee.

Boufflers rose, straightened her dress with perfect coolness, then took the "shooters" out of her pocket and pointed them deliberately at the now startled footmen, ordering them to return to the mistress what they had just enlisted on her orders. There was no help but to submit. On one side, the lady's screams and curses; on the other, the cold, stern face of the indignant knight and the telltale barrels of his pistols, ignorant of improper sentiments. . . Let's pull back the curtain and spare our readers unnecessary details. You can imagine it better. The gentleman meticulously counted the strokes... While the marquise had already dispatched and delivered her maids, now it was time for the footman. To make a long story short, we can mention that they were all bitten by the birch tree and were forced to whip each other one by one. When the last blow came, the chevalier bowed gracefully and left.

This story was celebrated by a very intelligent

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Englishman, in a long poem entitled "The Reprisals" The names in the poem are obviously fictitious, and various little poetic licenses have been taken with facts which the "Chronique Scandaleuse" hardly authorizes. These mistakes are forgiven by the beauty and forgiving power of the lines. We quote only the opening and must refer the student to the poem itself for the rest if he wishes to see it in full. It's too rude for us to give it all away here.

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The next incident we should mention offers a curious glimpse of Paris at its most democratic centre, we mean Les Holies Centrales or Head Market Square. The women who work here come from all over France. Your easiest cause when offended is a heavy hit. Woe to the woman or man unfortunate enough to fall under the rough sting of her tongue!

Theroigne de Mericourt was a lady who, like Annie Besant of our time, used her eloquence in art

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the cause of the people and got it for himself – misunderstood. Today, common misconceptions in public journals can always be corrected. The speaker who does not make himself clear on the platforms can give an account of himself and his intentions to the press within a few hours. Those days were more stormy and wild. The suspect was arrested at 1 pm, tried at 2 pm and executed an hour later. We have no intention of reviewing the history of this period. The task has been accomplished by many writers with skill and ad nauseam.

We prefer to let M. Pellet, who wrote an admirable little monograph on this famous woman, narrate the scene in his own words.

"When Theroigne appeared at ten o'clock to attend the session, the Viragos taunted her. But the handsome Liegeoise was not easily intimidated.

41 She first struggled to regain her influence over these women, who had no doubt been her companions on the Versailles expedition two or three years earlier. But surrounded by a circle of furies, she threatened to make them die sooner or later.

8 The "T-shirts", which I called her "Brissotine" (*), physically grabbed her, and while one of them lifted her petticoats, the others whipped her naked body." ( 2 )

Such summary and indecent beatings were common at the time. Street ladies used to use this crude method of punishing aristocratic looking women or backward nuns.

(') The Conventionnel Brissot denounced the disorder in the streets and the arrogant insolence of the crowd.

( 2 ) "Unpublished Report from the Archives", Paris Revolution, No. 201.

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true to his professional attire. Suffice it to mention the numerous engravings from this period, especially those showing Nos. 74 and 99 of Revolutions de France et de Brabant. On Theroigne, Restif de la Bretonne, in his Annie des Dames Nationales, 1794, vol. VI., pg. 3807, on the scene on the terrace of the Feuillants, says that the beautiful Liège was whipped on the buttocks at Saint Eustache by the market women for wanting to force them to wear the tricolor headdress plus inaccuracies in three lines.

Theroigne, as she submitted to this outrage, howled in rage amidst the crown, who jeered and laughed at her mercilessly. Haughty pride in her, so masculine under the guise of an elegant woman, took a cruel blow from this barbaric treatment. The fearless heroine, who never paled at the whistling of bullets on the 14th of July and the 10th of August, when she was flogged like a child, in broad daylight, in the presence of this people to whose freedom she had dedicated her life, received a shock, from which his mind never recovered.


Under the Regency, mores had reached such a degree of depravity that the masses, the weary men of the day, were losing their minds to find every day a new stimulant to excite their tired senses. The result was excessively organized orgies worthy of Sardanapalus, bringing together the crème de la crème of the aristocracy in places of pleasure where there was no lack of painting and decoration to satisfy the demanding tastes of the participants: male and female.

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especially female. The Duke of Orleans (the Regent) took the lead in this search for new and strange sensations. Backed by his loyal and trusting friend Dubois - a cardinal please! – he revived the Feast of the Flagellants, as appears from the following passage, quoted from the Chroniques de VGEil de Boeuf, t. III., p. 23, (Paris, G. Barba, 1845.):

“Madame de Tencin, who was once a nun but gave it up, became a great influence on Cardinal Dubois; she was indeed the means of his favor, by which she was careful to collect her debts, and she made her main concern but go to invent new diversions for the regent, which at forty-eight was no longer easy it was so amusing. like Louis XIV at the age of 70, so much were these declarations by this prince, deadened by extravagance. The Duke of Orleans, like the late Princess of Longueville, "does not care about innocent pleasures" and has long exhausted others. But Madame de Tencin is erudite, she was known to consult drawings of Greek and Latin works, to draw inspiration from Lai, Alcibiades, Cleopatra, Messalina, Nero, etc. the ancients, to beautify the feast at Saint-cloud certain dances in which the dancers, divesting themselves of all vain worldly pomp, enter the primitive appeared in costumes with which nature These ballets, which the conductor caused to be performed by some youths of both sexes, drawn from the opera, soon ceased to attract the pacha of the Palais-Royal; he insisted that Cardinal Dubois bring him some spicier retorts

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and Madame de Tencin went back to work to consult old documents.

“Until now she had looked for information only in old pagan sagas, this time she turned her attention to church history without too sudden a transition. The learned lady's attention was drawn to the festivals celebrated by the flagellants; The beauties of the Regent's secret society offered themselves for a renewal of these strange pleasures, and His Royal Highness's dulled senses could not help being excited by a pleasure so lively. As soon as Madame de Tencin communicated her discovery to Cardinal Dubois, who was amused, he hurried to the Palais-Royal, but the Duke was busy when Dubois was announced, and sent word to him to postpone his communication until later; But the favorite insisted, implying to His Royal Highness that the matter he wished to share was too urgent to be postponed. The tail of a blue silk dress about to disappear through a side door could clearly be seen.

"'So what do you mean is extremely important?' said the duke.

"'Very important and above all extremely curious.'

"'From London or maybe Madrid?'

"'I wouldn't dare trouble His Royal Highness with something like that.'

  • "Hell, you piqued my curiosity, tell me quickly

What is that? '

"'A new pleasure.'

"4 Ah! you're right, it's a new pleasure

much more important than any kind of business and that

pleasure is it?'

"'A revival of the Festival of the Flagellants with variations of my own invention.'

",What! Those fanatics beating each other until they bleed as some kind of recreation?

"'And who were never happier than when they were really beaten.'

"'It's not a bad idea.'

"You see, your highness," said the cardinal, taking a small Martinet whip from under his cassock, "this is the model of the instrument."

  • "The cave! too bad you didn't bring me one

recently! '

41 "Yes, but Her Royal Highness might have been less pleased with the entertainment that Broglie, Madame de Tencin and I are preparing for tonight."

"Ah! Madame de Tencin?

,I agree. This woman is full of imagination.

"And science. I need her admitted to the Academy of Fiction.

  • ' Your Highness is joking, but she is quite dignified

such a distinction. No one has advanced beyond the study of good manners.'

“'This is not moral... Too bad this joke is a woman; we had no academics.'

"Believe me, Your Highness, I am well informed about Madame de Tencin's habits. She would make a good scholar.

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'Grand bene nati, my dear Dubois. But back to the Feast of the Flagellants." "'Will Your Highness come?'

“I agree, but on the condition that you join us and we can skin him a little.

  • "Why shouldn't I have fun like everyone else?"

"'And who should be the interpreter?' ....

"'All your rakes.'

"'And the women?'

"'Mesdames de Gisors, d'Averne, de Sabran, a few other ladies-in-waiting, and four or five willing persons whom the actress Fillon will send blindfolded to Saint-Cloud this evening.'

"'I admire this confusion of hierarchy... in vice there is equality. And you are sure that Mesdames de Gisors, d'Averne and de Sabran'

  • ' You all of them, as well as all the habits of

Our little diners received the martinet whips this morning which I sent them to rehearse before and none of these ladies protested.

"'Alright, see you tonight. 1

' 'A little before eleven o'clock at night, all the guests, men and women, were assembled in the palace of Saint-Cloud. No one was missing. It's best to draw a subtle veil over the details of a scene that

our pen dare not describe the conductor in a corner

in the hall, with one of his favorite whores by his side,

laughed, clapped and took turns petting the next

The next day the Regent said to Dubois: 'We have indeed spent a delightful night; You must give us a replay of this successful conversation.'

4 “I don’t mind,” replied the cardinal, “but please

wait for the skin on my ass to heal.'

8 A few days after the performance of the ballet of the Flagellants at Saint-Cloud, the actress Fillon came to the Palais-Royal. The Regent asked her what the girls (whores all) she had sent blindfolded to Saint-Cloud had thought of the conversation and whether they failed to recognize the place they were in. 'No, Your Highness,' replied the courtesan, 'they could not guess where they were, but everyone thought that only Your Royal Highness and Cardinal Dubois could imagine such a conversation.' "

Here it appears that licentious flagellation had a certain place in the common pleasures of this licentious prince, whose wild orgies had exhausted themselves to the point that he had to constantly seek more and more exciting pleasures: flagellation was to him a pleasant diversion, and served to fan the flames. asleep from their erotic passions.


its subject is so vast and so skilfully handled that there is no excuse for ignoring it quickly. Few people would suspect Ogilvies

  • Imperial English Dictionary 9 to be an authority

this head, and yet it is. In the last edition of this useful work, when we turn to the word "flagellation", we find mention of "a fanatical sect, founded in Italy in AD 1260, which held that flagellation was equated with baptism and the sacrament". They went in bare-shouldered procession, whipping themselves until the blood ran over their bodies, to win God's mercy and appease his wrath against the vices of the age.

We have no place here for theological discussion. The doors of 30,000 temples across Christendom are flung open every seven days for no other purpose. Every stable error is set against a backdrop of truth. The abuses of religious scourging are rendered the more grievous because the doctrine is, as it were, intertwined with the whips and scourges used to wound the backs and hips of beautiful penitents. Punished with the object


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of lessening lustful tendencies, hitting as a physiological need had the opposite effect of increasing animal heat. Hence those cases of scandal, shame and seduction, whose constant repetition surprised society.

The danger of allowing celibate priests to flog girls and unmarried women who have taken a vow of chastity lies in well-known principles of human nature. The danger to both the active and passive sides is so glaring that we are surprised it was not taken into account. And yet the custom was widespread. Wherever Christianity held authority, priests were authorized to use whips on themselves and the skin of those under their spiritual care. It doesn't take any subtle reasoning to conclude that the Birch's power was most commonly used on its back. It was natural that it should be so. We believe that there is much more satisfaction in hitting the bodies of others than in hitting ourselves. The sight of a loved one writhing, squirming, moaning and begging for mercy can only be a rewarding spectacle when you remember that punishment is for the good of the soul. To spare the penitent meant to spoil her. Moderating any part of the flogging, how shameful and humiliating, here just meant putting heavier rods on her back in another world. Christian logic prevailed, as it always will when you have numbers on your side - and men wept as they prayed, and lovely girls and beautiful women, under false notions of piety, bore the pain, begging, screaming, begging, consenting to the shame. and humiliation for the greater glory of God and the salvation of their souls. These practices are not entirely extinct. In the silent monastery

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and isolated convent, the same scenes are still enacted, and women are still deceived by this terrible deception. Noble and generous creatures in most cases we feel sorry for them, for they mean sisters and daughters lost at home and kind and charming lovers who, under normal circumstances, would have made excellent mothers of our race. Delolme said:

“The power of confessors to discipline their penitents became so universally recognized over time that it applied even in relation to professed religious life, superseding laws made against those who should beat a clergyman. done to put an end to these practices of priests and confessors as early as Pope Adrian L., who was raised to the purple in 772 (which is incidentally noted). that the power assumed by confessors was quite ancient), a decree was issued forbidding confessors to beat their penitents: Episcopus Presbiter aut Diaconus peccantes fideles diverberare non debeant. (*) But this rule proved useless: the whole tribe of priests, as well as the first dignitaries of the Church, continued to preach the privileges of confessors and the merits of flagellation, etc.

Fathers Adriaensen and Girard were both known birch lovers, who used this precious weapon lightly on the backs of their pupils. The

(') * As a bishop, priest or deacon he must not beat erring believers.'

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The scandals his behavior caused, Marie C. Cadiere's seduction and crush on the latter, and the exciting proceedings that resulted, are not our place to go into here. (x) We only give their names to say that these men were ardent supporters of the doctrine that discipline should be applied to the naked bodies (2) of their penitents. Indeed, one can easily compile a long list of priests who upheld the doctrine inculcated by Cardinal Pullus that the penitent's nakedness is an additional merit in the eyes of God: Est ergo satisfactio quecedam, aspera tamen, sed Deo both gratior and humilior , cum quilibet sacerdotis prostratus ad pedes se ccedendum virgis show nudum. (3) We omit holy men as outside our immediate purpose, such as St. Edmund, Bishop of Canterbury, the Capuchin friar Matthew of Avignon, and Beenabdin of Siena, who chastised at Femoribus, Clunibus, Ac Scapulis, (4) the various women who

(*) Full details are contained in the extraordinary book Centuria Libborum Absconditobum by Pisanus Fraxi; one of the most remarkable bibliographies ever printed. (London. 1879).

(a) DB. Millingen in „Curiosities of the Medical Experience“ said:

"In the monastic orders of both sexes, flagellation became a refined art. Flagellation was of two kinds, superior and inferior; the superior was added to the shoulders, the inferior chiefly when women were to be flogged. This form was assumed , according to their allegations, from the accidents which might have occurred in the Superior Flagellation, where the spasmodic lash might have injured the sensitive breast. Besides this device, nudity was also insisted upon. (London, 1839, p. 313.)

("So it is a certain bittersweet gratification, all the more pleasing to God as it humiliates man, when a penitent, lying at the feet of a priest, offers his naked body to be beaten with spears."

(*) "On the thighs, buttocks and shoulder blades."

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tempted her to sin of the flesh, I can say the following with propriety: Abelardo recalled with pleasure the corrections he had made to his student Heloísa; the Jesuit Johannes Ackebbom was caught flogging a young woman who had come to confess to him - flagellabat virginem ut nudam conspiceret; his companion Petrus Wills gladly followed his example - frater, ejus socius ludendi, flagellandi, potitandi, aderat; quale speculum ac spectaculum, videre virgunculas pulcher-rimasimas. ( 2 ) To these I would like to add Fathers Nunez and Malagrida, who had great influence on the ladies of the courts, whose confessors they were, and who applied discipline with zeal. We have a most striking modern example in the Capuchin monk P. Achazius von Düren, who imitated Brother Cornelis very closely, and formed a sort of society of women foolish enough to submit to his whims; Unlike Adrianense, however, he didn't just whip her naked, but satisfied his lust to the last degree. When his practices were discovered, the scandal was hushed up as much as possible by order of Napoleon; and although the matter later reached the court in Liège, it was suppressed in deference to the families involved.

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(') "He whipped a maid to have the opportunity to see her naked. - He had a brother, his companion in his pleasures, flogging and tipping."

(3) "The virgins, his penitents, he stripped and whipped in open fields!

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Achazius lacked the advantage of a handsome person: "His manners were as satirical as his obscene features, and the fame of his eloquence and exemplary piety persuasive."

His dealings with one of his penitents are described as follows: “As the girl had enough elegant charms to whet her father's appetite, he suggested to her a spiritual exercise, which she readily accepted. After full confession, she had to kneel before Achazius and humbly beg his forgiveness, then strip to the waist. Then her father took a thick stick and beat her, finally satisfying his animal lust for her. When parting, she had to promise to bring other women of her acquaintance with her. She really did, starting with some of her older friends, mostly younger married women, to ease the way, and likewise they got a number of other priests in case the Adamite Flagellant Club was formed where the most horrible things happened. and made us blush to write it."

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One of the women, the wife of a papermaker who testified against him, when asked how it was possible that she could have given in to such an undesirable and filthy fellow as Achazius, replied: "He totally charmed her, so that she felt obliged to he with infinite attachment, and childish without a will of his own, yielding to what he commanded, he lashed her so violently with flexible birch sticks - he kept her soaked in vinegar and salt - it was she

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sometimes compelled, under some pretext, to remain at his bedside for more than three weeks.

"The other things this lady revealed cannot be shared, but would have lived up to Justine's writer's imagination."

Achazius' only punishment was life imprisonment in a monastery. (*)

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The devil himself was an amateur at scourging and

(') We give the original in favor of German scholars:

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“25a bie Stungfrau nod} ftattlidje SReije enough befafs, um ben Slppetit be§ Raters ju toedfen, fo fdjtug he ifyr a 3lnbad)t Dor, in fie fie atSbalb a= goes. 9tad) oolbradjter 93eid)t fie bor 5ld)ajiu§ never knew unb mutfjig SSer^ei^ung filr iljre ©iinben, barouf feudo) until bie 5iieren unblofjen. ©er ^5ater natjm now a big SRuitje unb {)ieb fie bamit; enbtidj he satisfied well ttjiertjdje Suft in ifjr. You had to bet gortgeb/n oerfpredjen, aud) another horror jimmer if)rer 93efantfd)aft 3U geroin= nen. S)ie§ gefdjaf) on the Ifyat road; with some green boxes Don toorgerudtem liter toarb about SInfang gemadjt unb baburdj aud) about 333eg ju jtingern meift oerfjeiratfjeten, gebaljnt. (Sbenfo ttmfjte a 5tn3oI)I other ©eift= lid)en in bie €>ad)e ju jiefjen. lUmafjtig bilbete fid) a formtidjer?lbamifitfd)er gtageHantenftub, toorin aHe§ grfiutidje conducted toarb, toaS nieberjufdjreibe toir errottjen tottrben."

"2>erfelbe fyatte fie ganj applauded, fo bafs fie com unenMidjer 9leigung iljm jugetljan roorben unb wifless, tt>ie a kinb, ju all fid) fjergiven Ijabe; com ben toeitjten 9tutf)en, he fjabe fie fo gefdjtagen, bafj fie bistoeiten gejnmngen totejen fei, under some other Sorwanbe tiber brei SEBodjen long bassette ju fjiiten.SD'te other songs, toeld)e bie Even indicated, finb nitfjt mttt^etl= bar, bodb, madden fie felbft sobre 5ptjantafie sobre (sic) 9lutor§ about Suftine gljre."

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also interested in business if the lives of saints are to be recognized. * Among the various motives which prompted the wicked to pay his sinister visits to sick mortals, parents and other writers frequently relate that he wished to inflict a salutary or a wearisome spanking on them. This chastisement took place especially on the backs of the saints. St. Athanasius tells us that St. Anthony was frequently scourged by the devil. St. Jerome asserts that St. Hilary was frequently flogged in a similar manner; and he calls the devil "a wanton gladiator," thus describing his mode of punishment: "Insidit dorso ejus festivus gladiator; et latera calcibus, et cervicem flagello verberans.(*) Grimalaicus, umtaught divine, confirms the fact in the following passage: ' Nunumquam autem et apertà impugnatione grassantes, dcemones humano corpora verberant, sicut B. Antonio fecerant. 1 (2) Saint Francis of Assisi was terribly scourged by the devil the very first night he came to Rome, which made him leave that city at once free of thought, for he says: “It is not improbable that he, having found a colder reception than he thought proper on account of his sanctity, saw fit to depart at once, and, on his return to the monastery, related the above story to his brethren. to fear that, by participating in his brother's satirical disposition, he has sacrificed piety in order to know, for that is just the way it is.

(*) "Then the jolly bully sat on his back and worked his ribs with his heels and his neck with a club."

(') * Also, demons sometimes openly attack people and hit them physically, as they did to St. Anthony.


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known beyond the power of skeptical doubt that the above saint's assertion cannot be disputed by bona fide believers. His power over the fiery elements was established; giving it the ability to cure erysipelas, distinguished with the designation of Fogo de Santo António. Likewise, St. Hubert cured the hydrophobia and epilepsy of St. John.

However, it is gratifying to know that the blessed did not always succumb to these satanic tricks. A woman's will sometimes triumphed over the "old man" in these birch fights. Many cases are known in which the devil was slaughtered in these perverse amusements, as is seen at length in the story of Blessed Cornelia Juliana, in whose room one day, says her story,8 the other nuns heard a tremendous noise, which turned out to be a fight. which she had with the devil, whom she mercilessly beat after seizing him; gronnd, she trampled him with her foot, and mocked him in the most bitter manner (lacerabat sarcasmis.)” This incident is beyond dispute, and is confirmed by the learned and devout Jesuit Bartholomäus Fisen.

This predilection of demons for flagellation may very probably be attributed to their terribly jealous disposition; for it was well known that the saints took great pleasure in beating not only those who offended them, but also their most faithful followers. Scourging was, therefore, the most rewarding punishment that could be inflicted to appease the blessed; and we have several well-attested facts proving that the Virgin was often placated by this practice. Under the pontificate of Sextus VI, an unorthodox professor of theology who had written

before the tabernacle and denied the Immaculate Conception, he was publicly flogged by a strong and pious rope monk, to the great edification of the spectators, especially the ladies.

The description of this operation loses a lot in translation, so I give it in the original and reproduce it as accurately as possible.

“He grabbed him and rolled him over his knees; because he was very strong. And he lifted up his garments, because that servant had spoken against the holy tabernacle of God, and began to beat him with the palms of his hands on the square tabernacles, because they were naked, because he had no breeches, nor antiphon: and because he himself wanting to slander the Blessed Virgin, perhaps asserting Aristotle in the book of the former, this preacher refuted him by reading in his book of the latter: and at this all present rejoiced, and another said afterwards: "Give him four also; and they they asked so much elsewhere that if he wished to grant their wishes he could not have done anything else all day.

“Grabbed Bim, be Bim over his fences; for he was strong in his stout buttocks (tabernacle), wbicb was naked, for his babe had neither breeches nor cloth (antipbona); and again, although it is bab tbougbt goob to be fame the JBlesseb IDtrgin bg cited by Sristotle, it seems, in the benefit of tbe'ip1R$©1R 2llBS£l£>a3CS', to be confuteb bim bp. reading a passage in the same writer's book of *1P©5GJE1R3©1R BfflJULJCGJCS': and upon this all present were very happy, emitting a certain pious labg crteb, saying: 'Mister Preacher, give me four more

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smacfts to me;' anb tben presenile anotber saib, 'toive bim more four!' and after many more labs, please repeat again and again whenever possible. If the baby agrees to honor all the requests, he won't have time to worry about everything else.

We need not look in foreign lands for similar examples of the great power of right scourging. The Annals of Wales record a single incident of this kind, occurring in 1188, as related by Silvester Grerald, so circumstantially that even the most obstinate unbelief can doubt the fact:

14 Across the river Humber,' he says, 'in the parish of Hoeden lived the rector of that church with his concubine. This concubine sat one day, rather carelessly, in the tomb of Saint Osanna, sister of King Osred, which was of wood, and stood above the ground in the form of a seat so attached to the wood that it could not be separated from it. to her in the presence of the people who thronged to see her, stripped of her clothes and severely chastened, her body naked, and that too with many bruises, and with many tears and fervent supplications on their part; what happened, and after making a commitment to submit to further repentance, she was delivered by God.”

If all concubines and mistresses were treated equally, wives would soon recover.

In this case, as in many others, exemption from vulgar dress seems to have been considered acceptable to heaven; so much so that the state is bigger

(*) It is very difficult to accurately convey in English the power of the pun as in the Latin text.

disfarce 9teK0iott3. lOi

or less nudity was appropriate to the degree of the offence.

(Video) Was Flogging Really That Bad?

The Cynic philosophers of Greece, among whom Diogenes stood out, used to appear in public without a rag. Indian sages, called gymnosophists or naked sages, indulged the same whims.

In modern times, the Adamites appeared in the simple state of our first parent.

In the 13th century, a sect called Les Turlupins (an appellation that seems to have been a nefarious nickname) roamed France, unadorned; and in 1535 some Anabaptists made an excursion to Amsterdam in the state in which they had left their baths, for which the impious prefects chastised them for breach of decorum.

We read of a monk Juniperus, a worthy Franciscan, who, according to the story, “entered the city of Viterbod, and while he was within the gate, he pulled his breeches over his head, and his robe was tied around his neck. As a burden he walked through the streets of the city, where he was much abused and abused by the wicked inhabitants, and, still in the same situation, he went to his brother's monastery, which all protested against him, but he cared little for her, being so holy the good little brother, {tarn sanctus fuit isle fraticellus).

Brother Juniper's pranks were performed by different holy men at different times. Are we not entitled to assume that these people were Dsemonomaniacs? for surely only the devil could have excited them to such fantasies, though Cardinal Damian defends the practice in these words when speaking of the Day of Judgment: "Then shall the sun lose its shine,

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the moon will be enveloped in darkness; the stars will fall from their places and all the elements will be confused; What will be the use, then, of those clothes and garments with which you are now covered and which you do not want to take off in order to submit yourself to the exercise of penance?

“To mitigate this display, it must be observed that they were accompanied by flagellation, sometimes presenting a close analogy to that of the Saturnians and Lupercals, and that the discipline of the Flagellants was not always different from that of the Luperci.” (*)

Abuses associated with monastic life were often exposed. Protestants take no more delight in genuine Christian charity than they do in exposing the imperfections of their brethren in the Catholic Church. In a small book, the contents of which give the appearance of truth, as names and dates are given in full, it is stated:

  • The greatest evil in monasteries, especially among the English

Nuns" is the flagellation of the naked body with birch trees, which, as medical professionals have observed, contributes much to the awakening of sexual desire, but which, being unable to find satisfaction by natural means, tends mainly towards selfishness in convents - pollution and to homosexual addiction, girls among themselves and often even between teachers and students. This is not a slur against monasteries; Many ladies who were educated by the nuns later on, when they left and got married, revealed what was going on in the convents." (2)

(') Dr. J. G. Millingen, (Pages 160-2 of the work cited.) (a) We give the original of this passage to those who cannot have access to a copy of the work.

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The last incident of a religious nature that we try to note in the lash line is that connected with the Farinist sect, famous for its flagellation tendencies. The head and soul of this movement were two priests, the Bonjour brothers. The sect flourished in the late 18th century and caused quite a stir at the time. How and why these gentlemen came to regard the beating of women as so important we cannot determine. What is certain is that the women in her community were among her most ardent followers.

They used to meet in a barn near the church and bump into each other gently in little or no light. The influence on devout women was enormous, evoking the justifiable complaints of their neglected masters, who did not see why the house should be left to allow their wives to be slapped on the back by the priests. Women even stopped their ministers in fields and asked them to discipline them on the spot.

wa§, tote bie§ firjtttdj conftatirt ift, fef>r met jur 2luffta<$e(ung be§ gejale unb Ulonnenfjiuf.

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"Good father Bonjour", they said, "please hit us! Give us a spanking."

And then would come the ridiculous spectacle of a priest chasing a woman, robe up, around an open field, to chastise her like a child!

Human idiocy or misguided zeal can get even more stupid! But: “tout passe; let out tout casse”, says an old French proverb, and so it was with those priests who pat on the back, pat on the back. We have no desire to follow the changes in the fortunes of the small sect. Very few of our readers, which we suspect, would thank us for our troubles. Suffice it to say that a rather important and respected resident of this small village, who had shown himself to be particularly hostile to the worthy father's mission, died suddenly in his bed with a needle prick in the heart. Was it an accident or someone else's fault? Traditions do not report. However, Madame Rumour's loud tongue said "dirt" and complaints reached the Archbishop of Trevoux, with the result that one brother was banished, and the second imprisoned in the convent of Toulay, from where he fled to Paris. After a few more adventures and wanderings, of no interest in our subject, the good fathers died of old age in poverty in Lausanne, Switzerland, and with them the sect of the scourge that had produced their unorthodox brains.

It is not up to us to make a summary of these practices, nor do we intend for a moment to have touched more than the margin of the subject. Our opinions are pretty obvious in the text, we imagine. Other than that, all we could say would be weak about Michelet's ensuing fine outburst, which


elude our observations of Birkenstock as a means of religious grace.

"What! if also in Bagnios the law forbids thieves, murderers, from striking the cruelest of men, you men of God's grace, who only open your mouths to speak of alms, of the good and holy Virgin and of the gentle Jesus , you, you beat women ... what can I say, girls and children, who can only be accused of minor weaknesses.

“How are these penalties enforced? Perhaps there really is an even more serious question... what kind of commitment should not be blackmailed out of fear? At what price does authority sell its indulgence? ...

“Who regulates the number of stripes? Is that you, Lady Abbess? Or is it Father Superior? ... What must be the passionate and capricious arbitrariness of one woman towards another if she does not like her; from an ugly woman to a beautiful one, from an old woman to a beautiful one, from an old woman to a young one, you dare not think about it.

"There are known superiors of monasteries who repeatedly asked their bishops to replace their confessor and obtained it without any of their ideas being rigid enough. There is a great difference between the severity of a man and the cruelty of a woman... The latter is the most faithful incarnation of the devil in this world, as they say?

..." As an inquisitor, as a Jesuit? No, but here is a Jesuit, a great converted lady who thinks she was born to command, and who in the midst of this bunch of

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trembling women turn to look like Bonaparte

the torment of the unfortunate helpless women the rage

their ill-healed passions.” (*) t

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We must not imagine that the swinging of the rod was limited exclusively to religious circles. Many talented writers also used flogging - in their works. Under this heading, we wish to draw attention to just a few of the most salient examples. In French, as well as in English, there is a whole series of works whose main theme is flagellation. (2) Brantome, that wise old courtier and witty writer of fiction, has long pointed out that it was not exclusively among the devout adherents of this or that heterodox mystical sect that Birching reached. High-ranking ladies were also ardent adherents of the old-fashioned doctrine of Solomon, out of favor in these days of daisy scarcity and in its place usurped the

( J ) Michelet, The Priest, Woman and Family, (Teil, II, Chap. 5).

(2) We can cite books like “Jupes Troussees; 71 * Les Callipyges,” (2 vols.); * La Danseuse Russe, 71 (3 volumes); "Memoirs—es de Miss Ophelia Cox;" "De'fiU de Fesses Nues;" 14 Histoire d'un Pantalon; "" Correspondance d'Eulalie, 7' (London, 1785); "Aphrodisiaqueexternal, ou TraitS du Fouet, et de ses Effets sur le Physique de V Amour* by Dr. Doppet (1788). Some of these works contain sound and only ideas, unfortunately mixed! unnecessary, and for that reason we should not elaborate on them. them here. 'The Callipyges, 71' and 'Memoirs of a Russian Ballet-Girl' are very faithful translations of several of the books mentioned above which have recently been published. by Miss Ophelia Cox* is a translation from the English.

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brazen *sausage" of an exceedingly intelligent generation on the rise, and a general disobedience to authority. May this relentless disregard for the good old parental disposition be the cause of all the flashy democracy, bombs, anarchism, and terrible vastness - "excessive impudence" common, which is now worrying our lawmakers - and Max Nordau?" Charity begins at home. "Politics too. forged with the birch stick at home years ago.(*)

"Tfonb fatbers, Ibaving buuno up the ameaçador bird branchs, ©nig to put it in the beir cbilorens sigbt tfov terror to not use, at the time the roo make more mocfeeo tb feareo."

Measure by Measure. Act 3.

(*) We do not believe in flogging in the army. It demoralizes and humiliates soldiers, whose spirit should only be humbled by England's enemies - when the latter, of course, can spell 'capable'. Austria abolished the "whip" in 1866. Corporal punishment is not used in France. In Germany, the whip is only used in prisons, but it has no place in the penal code. In Italy, such a punishment was abolished in 1868. The same applies to Belgium and the Netherlands. But we consider the attitude of the "gato" as a womanizer and garroteiro, who mainly attacks defenseless women and old or drunk men. In France, I would end those two scourges of Paris: the dirty-minded souteneur and his brothers, the Rodeur des Barrières. These men, who are miserable cowards at heart, like wolves, usually run in packs and fear nothing but a good spanking. This is how I would punish transgressors of girls under twelve. However, Sir Charles Beresford believes that discipline in the naval service could not be maintained without these strict measures, but recommends their use only in extreme cases.

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Our author (*) gives a curious and curious account of the habit of a great lady to chastise her wives. Mademoiselle de Limeuil, one of the queen's maids of honour, was flogged for writing a pasquinade with all the young ladies who knew the composition. Sadly, we must leave this beautiful and realistic passage in charming archaic French. Translating it would burn our pages and, more important, the Puritan Englishman would be shocked, while those most delighted to read it in their own language would be among the first to howl and tell us, “How scandalous! "

JSrantdme, (Dies Des Barnes <3alantes), in another

opportunity tells us:

“I have heard of a great lady in the world, but grandissime, who was not satisfied with natural lust; for she was a great harlot, and being married and a widow, she was also very beautiful; to tease her and get the upper hand, she stripped her ladies and daughters, I mean the prettiest ones, and was very happy to see them, and then hit them with the flat of her girls, who had some delinquents, with good Penis, and so with her satisfaction was seeing them moving and making the movements and twists of her body and buttocks that were good, strange and pleasurable depending on the caresses they received.

(') See "The Seven Discourses touching the Gallant Ladies"* (3 vols.), by Sieur Brantome, published in the Manuscripts of the National Library, by Henbi Bouchot, Pap ts, 1882, and published in English in

Title of Xlves of ^air ano (Ballant TLabies, (2 vols, as Fifty

Color illustrations, Paris, 1901.)

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In the dress; for they wore no Calgons then, and beat and whipped them and the buttocks, according as they gave them, one to make them laugh or cry, and with these sights and contemplations the people there whetted their appetites. that afterwards she would often wisely spend them with a courageous man, very strong and resistant.' (*)

Henry III's henchmen. of France and other princes were dressed in white tunics; They stripped and whipped in procession to the satisfaction of their royal masters. Not infrequently, the ladies themselves were the executors in cases where a man insulted them; and it is worth recounting the adventure of the poet Clopinel. This unfortunate wrote the following lines about the fairer sex:

All are whores, cunning or cunning, by fact or by will; And who would look for you? All whores would find him.

This slanderous effusion naturally aroused the indignation of the court ladies, who decided that Clopinel should be scourged without mercy by the accusers; and it is difficult to say how far they would have exacted their vengeance had it not been for a timely wit of the perpetrator, miserably addressing the angry but handsome group around him, arm and tail raised, and meekly asking that the first blow be struck. by the honorable maiden who was most offended. Needless to say, no whipping was inflicted.

This incident was sent verified by an unknown

( J ) A beautiful and complete translation of this masterpiece of French Gauloiserie already exists in English under the title: * %lx>CS

von fair ano ©allant Xa&fes." (1901.)

110 %la$tUat\0n for lunch*

Author, and it may be worth giving the original, as it is very rare to find: •


“Jean de Meun, who was also called Clopinel, had written some verses against the honor of women, the verses were bloody; a bunch of ladies,

To avenge the eternal ignominy I brought upon their sex by calling them notorious,

I wanted to make it a punishment that would serve the authors of the same character,

example and warning. Those Louvre ladies had their rooms; Clopinel, a shrewd one, used to go there; It made it really easy to do; It was just a matter of knowing how. In this palace there was a separate room, We made a way to put it there:

Immediately, the angry squad showed up in good spirits and ready to punish him. meters, each lady had a handful. Some hidden lords were involved in her conspiracy. Poor Clopinel, thought a fool, Begged your mercy, resort to prayers no more, Tried to bend her, slipped away, in a word, Tried every means to get out of trouble; But this was of little use to him; The ladies wanted to take care of him; And all at ease in their greatest rage Said: He must be undressed - I will undress, he told them, but first forgive me.

I deserve your shame. If you reject me, know that we often get the better of each other in anger.

Seats in 25oof3.


I'll gouge out my eyes, I'll face it, More than one will feel the effects of my rage.

Like a lion I will defend myself

And I will use it all.

The ladies of this one saw fit to comply with his request: Great! They said to him: We promised you and we will be faithful.

Who is he? speak in two words. "Ladies," he said to them, "as I beg you,

This is the biggest bitch

Whoever is in your entire gang gives the first whipping of the hand.

The ladies looked at each other

No one dared to start.

Everyone, who from there, who from there,

One by one went away:

Clopinel was left alone and thus escaped."

(Poesias diversas de Baraton, 1704, S. 17.)

L'Abbe de Voisenon, the author of some charming, though rather free, '8 Tales', and a friend of Voltaire, wrote a little book entitled:

"Ejercices be ©evotion be fll>. Ibenri 1Rocb avec flfcabame la H>ucbesse be Conbor" that was published


M. Querlin confirms in a preface to this work8 that it was found among Voisenon's papers after his death. She wrote it some time before its end, much to the amusement of Mademoiselle Huchon, her new "girlfriend" whom she had taken with her when King David took Abishag away to warm up the last days of his old age. "The biographer adds that she was a girl of great beauty, who always slept by her side and never failed to remain—a virgin!" (')

1 Since this was spoken of an abbot, a supremely moral race of humans, we see no reason to doubt the claim: abbots are not like other humans.

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In this work, whatever its origin, we have one of the most witty descriptions of well-fed piety in high station in any language. Neglected by her worldly husband, the religious duchess's religious retreats are led by a family friend who also has serious leanings. To put an end to the revolts and disturbances of the “flesh”, always “fighting”, in the language of St. Paul, in order to subdue the spirit, he resorts to the punishment of the soul by his spiritual leader, which is necessary, “do not do secret of submission”.

"M. Henri Roch takes up the discipline, and the Duchess began to chant the Te Deum; but when she had finished the first stanza she exclaimed: 'Stop! Sir, your scruples awaken mine. If you have sinned, it is I who should punish myself , and if pleasure were accursed, I should fear being accursed, for I experienced a most precious pleasure In receiving your caresses, especially when our hearts were in agreement, I had certain moments of inattention when I did not think of God, through you I received joy and heal, and through you my chastisement must also come, come, take this discipline and scourge me!' With these words, the Duchess throws herself on an ottoman and shouts: "Punish me, sir, punish a sinner!"

"On seeing so many charms, M. Henri Roch fell to his knees: 'I recognize my thoughts for a moment;' he said, 'to offer up a prayer to God, asking him to accept as a pleasant offering the ordinance which I am about to perform'."

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Needless to say, the performance leads to excesses that make it clear, at least in our eyes, that neither the devotee nor the spiritual comforter has achieved the degree of beatification that places them above the power of carnal dominion.

The French philosopher Rousseau's experiments in the field of flagellation are so well known that we almost have to apologize for referring to them. But as many of our readers may not have his "8 Confessions" within reach, we give the following excerpt to show the special effect birch had on his physiological system, the result of which he discussed with the lucidity of a man of genius:—

“Because Mademoiselle Lambeecier had a mother's affection for us, she also had the same authority that sometimes went so far as to impose childish punishments on us when we deserved it. For a long time she confined herself to threats, and this threat of a punishment that was totally new to me struck me as very terrible; but when it was executed, I found the ordeal less terrible than the fear of it had been: and, stranger still, this punishment made me sympathize with her who inflicted it on me. Indeed, it took all the sincerity of that affection, and all the natural gentleness of my character, to prevent my deservedly seeking a repetition of the same treatment; for I had found in pain and even shame a mixture of sensuality which left me more pleasure than fear of suffering again from the same hand. , if it had been inflicted by his brother, it would not have been pleasant." (*) (') Jean Jacques Rousseau, Lbs Confessions, (Part I., Book I.)


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It's just a step from philosopher to poet, and now we're going to be a poet, and a very witty one at that. As far as we know, Lafontaine was not the bearer of the birch tree, nor do we have any record of the birch tree or any other percussion instrument being used for his nervous economy. But he knew well how to describe the operation, as indeed he did many others of quite a different character. Most educated Englishmen are in some way familiar with the delightful story of The Spectacles, and there is no need to repeat more than the outline of that story. A young man of liberal inclinations was admitted to a certain holy monastery, and from various signs and changes in the behavior of his flock, the good lady abbess began to suspect that something was amiss. So, one fine morning, all the ladies of the house were called into the great hall of the convent, and the Holy Mother, with her glasses properly adjusted, made a quick inspection of her nuns and finally discovered that one of them was male! Of course there was a terrible roar, and many of those sensitive maidens fainted on the spot at the very thought of the wolf ravaging their flock. In a solemn conclave hastily called and held, it was solemnly resolved to solemnly scourge the vile offender who was to be bound to a tree in the forest. He is taken outside and stripped of his garments when the luck he dared works a miracle! The nuns forgot something, I forgot what it is too, and they're coming back for it. While they're gone, a burly, good-natured miller walks by with his ass. Ah, how soon should he prove to be greater! Of course, the man asks why he is tied to the tree, and our brilliant gallant throws a tail

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and a detective story about being punished for refusing to accept the nuns' favors, which he paints in the most hideous characters. The miller laughs at the young man's supposed stupidity, agrees to carry out all the orders of his ladies, and unbinds the prisoner, letting himself be hanged from the tree in his place. We leave it to Lafontaine to continue the story in his own way:—

  • *

With broad shoulders you can see the miller

In Adam's birth clothes, against the tree,

Wait for the old gang to come,

Who soon appeared, candles in hand,

In ceremonial dress, with whips and scourges.

The Virgin Troupe (as required by monastic laws),

In full procession, the weight moved,

Leaving no time to catch your sight

Or tell them what they wanted to do.

1 And now!" he cried, "why don't you look?

You are mistaken; consider me well, I pray;

I'm not the stupid idiot you were today

He who hates women seeks to create scruples.

Just hire me, and I'll soon earn your praise;

I will do miracles; my strength appears;

And if I fail, cut off my ears immediately.

In certain pleasant games I am astute;

But as far as whips go, I've never been famous."

  • *

Of course, the chaste nuns are shocked beyond words, and your words, compounded by repeated and unnecessarily explicit explanations, only irritate them further.

  • *

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"What does the fellow mean?" exclaimed a toothless nun.

"What would he tell us? you didn't do anything

How! Aren't you our Brat Maker? Speak.

So much the worse - we will turn our anger on you.

For the one who is gone, we will make you suffer now;

Once we have guns in hand we will never let that happen

Giving full punishment to such characters;

The game we want is this one and this one."

So whips and whips around him to move,

And it's not a bit difficult to prove.

The miller, squirming at the clever touch,

He cried aloud, * I will exercise my utmost art,

Good ladies to do their thing."

The more he screamed, the faster the eyelashes flew.

This work was done so well by the elderly troupe.

He remembered for a long time what his skin received.

Then, while the Master was being punished, His mule ate at the green dot. But what ended up happening with this or that I never heard, and I don't care how it happened. Enough to save the young knight, and we don't want more details.


Our next incident is a giant leap. There is a greater gulf between Zola and Lafontaine than between the rich man and Lazarus. However, we have no doubt that the *unco guid" would attribute both of our authors to this wealthy rogue, Lazaro's company being relatively of far superior quality. In any case, we do not think their opinion is worth while, being very biased to be - far from ours. Most dissatisfied readers of the English language have probably read 8 L 'Assommoir." Old white-haired Vizetelly who spent his life

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the Literary Service, was sent to prison for eighteen months for bringing it into the language of the Britons, and the author of it, on visiting English shores, was honored by the fathers of the city. But these are details. This book contains a realistic description of a certain side of Parisian life. We do not intend to do an analysis here. Introduced to a laundry on the banks of the Seine, we hear the songs, the “weeds” and the unbridled lust of irresponsible women. At home, one is happy to avoid being scolded; but I have noticed that in the streets of Whitechapel, when two fish-wives indulge in a few pleasures, everyone stops to drink their edifying quarrel. Let no one imagine that I am dragging obscene language onto these pages. The conversation that takes place in the bathtub must remain untranslated. Suffice it to say that two young women fell out after blaming each other for their private love affairs. We quote the following passage only for its relevance to our subject, and in particular because it shows the tremendous impact of the practice of flogging on a woman, even when the blows are administered by one of her own sex. It should be particularly noted that the spirit of Virginie's opponent was rather tamed and broken by the shame of the beating rather than the blows she received. We quote the relevant lines:

  • His face had such a terrible expression that no one

dared to approach her. Her strength seemed to have increased tenfold. She grabbed Virginie around the waist, bent her over and pressed her face against the flagstones; then, despite her struggle, she lifted her petticoats and ripped her panties off. She picked up the beetle and started hitting it like she used to do in Plassans.

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Banks of the Viorne when her lover was washing the garrison's clothes. Wood seemed to yield to flesh with a wet sound. With each stroke, a red welt marred the white skin.

  • 'Ah, ah! ' the Charles boy murmured, opening his eyes

fully and joyfully in sight.

  • Once again, laughter erupted from the onlookers, however

then the cry: “Enough! enough! he resumed. Gervaise heard nothing, nor did he grow weary. She studied her work, bending over it, careful not to leave a dry spot. She wanted to see all that shattered skin, covered in bruises. a wild joy, and remembered a washerwoman's song: "Bums! bang! Margot in her bathtub - bang! bang! Beat Rub-a-Dub - Bang! bang! try to wash your heart - bang! bang bang! black of sadness in the farewell...”

"And then she went on. 'This is for you, this is for your sister, this is for Lantier. Next time you see them, you can give this to them. Attention! I'll start over. This is for Lantier, this it's for your sister this is for you boom boom boom Margot for her bathtub boom boom boom

  • The others had to drag Virginie away from her.

The tall dark girl, her face wet with tears and red with embarrassment, grabbed her things and ran away. She was defeated. Gervaise pulled her coat sleeve back on and closed her petticoats. Her arm hurt a lot and she asked Madame Boche to put a bundle of clothes on her shoulder. Referring to the fight, the concierge spoke of her feelings and spoke of examining the young woman just to see. *

This passage proves two things: (i) that the mind of


Marquise and washerwoman walk in parallel rows, claiming under different circumstances that the greatest humiliation women can inflict is the one we hate, a slap in the face; (ii) that neither threats, nor abusive speech, nor intentional waste of words, so readily effect a salutary change in the feelings, or tame the spirit of the haughtiest lady that lives, as chastisement in the manner and scrolls previously indicated.

  • *

Our next section deals with a case of fraternal tyranny which we believe to be uncommon for the good of mankind. (*) Men who are lucky enough to have small brothers should treat them with kindness.

The book we are quoting from is a study in temperament, not character. It was called immoral; but the charge of immorality falls flat when leveled against science. M. Emile Zola writes in this terrible book by Thérese Raquin: “I don't know if my novel is immoral, I admit that I never bothered to make it more or less chaste. What I do know is that I never dreamed for a moment of laying down the filth which moral men have uncovered. Every scene, even the most feverish, I wrote with the scholar's singular curiosity, and I defy my translators to find in it a single truly unbridled line."

Paul Bonnetain wrote with equal candor. We trace the terrible insidiousness and consequences of one of the greatest for ourselves, step by step

(') 'Chariots' Amuse', * by Paul Bonnetain, Brussels, 1883.

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frightening forms of genital aberrations to which young men and women frequently indulge. Written by a man who knows the value of words, we can only hope that the clergy - those professional gatekeepers of the public conscience - speak with equal enthusiasm.

Eusebius, a priest, hearing his brother recite the catechism, suddenly declares that Chariot has not learned the day's lesson well. The younger one resolutely resists the reverse when the older one loses his temper after a few exchanges and thwarts the little man like a broken demon.

"Oh! you won't, you won't, bad Christian! Let's see!"

8 Brother Eusebius took Chariot under his arm and carried him like a burden. Arriving at the first floor, he opened the door to the room and threw his burden on the floor.

“The boy shivered and didn't recognize this room, where he had never entered and where a dim light coming in through the blinds made it almost impossible to distinguish the color of the furniture. Fearing an unknown punishment, his hair stood on end, his teeth chattered and he was afraid to move. The man locked the door, let a little light into the room and sat down in an armchair.

  • "Take off your Pants! '
  • Chariot obeyed, all pale and feeling his legs give out.

far below it. Eusebius grabbed him again. The rogue's cheeks trembled, his breath hissed, and his eyes glowed with a strange light. Slowly, he ran his hands over the boy's bare flesh, which smeared as he shook even more violently.

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blue with goosebumps; then the man, as if disappointed, felt his anger rise again. Suddenly he seized his victim by the neck, knocked him to his knees in front of him, and violently squeezed his head between his knees; Then he took a mallet from his pocket and began to lash angrily at that white skin that maddened him, hitting harder and harder and accompanying each blow with the broken exclamations of a pavilion, never stopping to contemplate the image of his horrible handiwork, the reflection in it was the large mirror in the room.

“Chariot howled in pain at the first blows, but its screams soon stopped; the brother squeezed him tighter between his legs, smothering him in a brutal, suffocating knee grip. And panting, his face purple, his eyes bulging, foaming, his tongue hanging out, the little martyr braced his whole being against the searing, excruciating pain, vibrating with every blow of the hammer that descended and tore his flesh.


This subject has deservedly drawn the attention of the medical world at various times. The facts to be collected under this heading are remarkable in several respects. The issues involved go a little further than usual. It is well known that boys can be cured of impertinence, girls of haughty tempers, and women of loud voices and incipient infidelity by vigorously applying birch twigs to a sensitive part of their body.

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possible with far less effort than is necessary for mortification. That a host of mysterious diseases inherited from the flesh can be dispelled in the same way requires a greater effort of the mind. But for one who has the elements of physiology, the fact is quite clear. (*)

"Flagellation as a remedy has been adopted by some physicians to revitalize the capillary or dermal vessels, increase muscular energy, promote absorption, and stimulate the necessary secretions of our nature. But an eccentric writer goes much further and considers birch in the same light which Dr. considers the body, purifies the brain, cleanses the abdomen, circulates the blood, strengthens the nerves, in short, there is nothing the birch cannot achieve if used judiciously.(2)

dr Millingen, in his little work now almost forgotten

(') "Therefore the Capuchins and many other nuns, on the advice of physicians and pious men, left it to the ascetic to whip their shoulders, that they might stretch their necks and loins with rough sticks and knotted ropes."*

  • Snasmucb like the Capucbius for the same reason and man

Iruns, following the authority of religious and pious men, abandoned the ascetic practice (aa-nrjaiv) of flogging the sboulbern to graze the buttocks and loins, while rougbeneb steals and also scribbles on wltb fcnotteb ropes.

{') *Ubi stimulo ibi afffluxus" has been a physiological axiom since the days of Hippocrates; and the scourging thus employed is but a modification of blistering or excitation of the skin by some other irritating method. "History of the Rod", London , New edition, 1896, page 204.


mentioned above, about the "Curiosities of the Ifcealcal Experience",

says: "Among the various moral and physical remedies instituted by priests and physicians for the good of society, scourging once had a prominent place in increasing muscular energy, promoting absorption, and favoring the necessary secretions of our nature. its repulsive effect must be of service in many cases, and hives, or nettles' stings, have not infrequently been prescribed with benefit... that scourging was proportionate to the sinner's offence.

8 The moral influence of flagellation in the treatment of various diseases was appreciated by the ancients; it was strongly recommended for the treatment of mania by the disciples of Asklepiades, by Cselius Aurelianus, and since then by Rhases and Valescus. No doubt the terror this punishment unleashes can help make dealing with the mentally ill much easier. Of late this opinion prevailed to a revolting degree, and it was not easy for the human physician to persuade a director of the cruelty or uselessness of the practice; but rarely, if ever, is such severe management necessary.

8 Physicians were often consulted about adopting superior or inferior discipline, as scourging the shoulders impaired vision. Fearing this accident, inferior discipline was generally adopted among nuns and penitents.

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"From a medical point of view, itching or stinging with nettles is an underestimated practice. In many cases, especially in paralysis, it is more effective than forming blisters or stimulating friction. Its effects, while perhaps less permanent, are more general and widespread through the extremities. This process has been shown to be effective in restoring heat to the lower extremities; and one case of obstinate lethargy which Corvisart cured by repeated itching of the whole body. During the irritation, the patient, a young man, opened his eyes and laughed, but fell back into a deep sleep, yet within three weeks her perfect cure was achieved.

“Flagellation pulls the circuit from the center of our system to the periphery. It is known to dispel the cold state in a fever attack. Galeno had observed that horse dealers were in the habit of leaving their horses in good condition by means of a moderate beating, and therefore he recommended this practice to give embon to the thin one. Antonius Musa treated a sciatica of Octavius ​​Augustus with this procedure. or urticaria when the onset of exanthematous disease is slow in its development. Thomas Campanella relates the case of a gentleman whose intestines could not be cleared without first being flogged.

  • Skin irritation was frequently observed

productive of similar effects. The erotic irregularities of lepers are well documented; and various other skin ailments, which give the pleasant relief that scratching does, produced the most pleasurable sensations. There is a curious letter from Abelard to Heloise in which he says:

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"Love, not anger, struck sometimes; grace, not violence, so that the sweetness overcame all scents." (')

"This effect of flagellation can easily be attributed to the strong sympathy that exists between the nerves of the lower part of the spinal cord and other organs. Artificial excitation seems to be to some extent natural: it is observed in several animals, particularly in the feline tribe. Even the felines. snails have a bony, spiny spur that grows from their throats and which, like the wasp's sting, often breaks off and stays in the wound.

There is another side to medical flagellation which is very strange, but which must be treated with considerable restraint. We refer to flogging as a means of sexual arousal. Several articles have been written, all dealing with the issue with more or less skill, and all obviously incomplete. We have a large number of documents related to the subject that one day we will be able to publish when they are complemented by others and organized in a systematic way. “Of course, this work would only be aimed at doctors and specialists. However, the following remarks must be considered merely preliminary.


dr Krafft Ebing says in his monumental work "8 Psychopathia Sexualis":-

  • Sexual libido can also be induced by stimulation of the

the region of the buttocks (punishment, flogging).

“This fact is still important for understanding

(') * The scourges given were often of love, not of anger; out of affection, not anger. Because such stripes surpassed the sweet taste of all perfumes.*

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certain pathological manifestations. It sometimes happens that in boys the first arousal of sexual desire is caused by a blow, and this stimulates them to masturbate. This must be remembered by those who care for children.

"Due to the dangers of this form of child punishment, it would be best if parents, teachers and nannies did not use it.

“Passive flagellation can awaken sensuality, as shown by the sects of flagellators, so widespread in the thirteenth and fifteenth centuries, of the chastity proclaimed by the Church, i. H. the liberation of the soul from sensuality.)

“These sects were initially favored by the Church; but as sensuality was still more aroused by scourging, and it showed itself in unpleasant occurrences, the church was finally forced to defend itself against it. The following facts from the lives of the two heroines of the Flagellation, Maria Magdalena von Pazzi and Elisabeth von Genton, clearly illustrate the importance of flagellation as a means of sexual arousal: The first, the daughter of respectable parents, was a Carmelite nun in Florence (c. 1580). ), and for her scourging, and still more for the results of which she became quite famous, and is mentioned in the annals. loins in the presence of the assembled sisters.

"But the whippings that had taken place since her youth practically destroyed her nervous system, and perhaps no other heroine of the Flagellation had so many hallucinations ('Ent-

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spasms.') While she was being whipped, she thought of love. The fire within threatened to consume her, and she would often cry out, 'Enough! Don't fan the flame that consumes me anymore. This is not the death I want, it comes with great pleasure and delight.' It was so, but the spirit of impurity wove the most sensual and lascivious fantasies, and several times she came close to losing her chastity.

  • It was the same with Elisabeth von Genton. As a result

The flagellation really drove her to bacchanalian madness. As a rule, she fell asleep when awakened by unusual flagellation, believing herself united with her "ideal". This state was so gloriously pleasant to her that she often exclaimed: “Love, eternal love, love, creatures! Yell at me, love, love!'

" The famous Jean Pic de la Mirandole tells of one of his intimate acquaintances that he was an insatiable fellow, but so lazy and incapable of love that he was practically powerless until he was mistreated. The more he tried to control his desires, he satisfied the most violent desires. beatings he needed, and he could not achieve his object until he had been whipped, until the blood came, for which he had a suitable whip made, which he dipped in vinegar the day before using, which would give him his mate, and begging him On her knees not to spare him, but to hit her, the harder the better The good count thought that this strange man had found in this punishment the pleasure of love, a bad man, he understood and hated his weakness." (x)

(*) There is still alive a man I know of astonishing and unpublished feats; And still a crime

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Coelius Rhodigin tells a similar story, as does the famous jurist Andreas Tiraquell. In the days of the able physician Otten Brunfelsen, he was living in Munich, then the spa capital of Bavaria, a dissolute who could never realize his [sexual] purposes without severe preparatory beatings. Thomas Barthelin also knew a Venetian who had to be spanked and prodded before he could have intercourse - just as Cupid himself moved reluctantly, prodded by his hyacinth bough followers. A few years ago, there was a cheese merchant in Lübeck who lived on Mühlstraße and was forced to leave the city after a complaint of infidelity was reported to the authorities. The prostitute he had been with went to the judges and pleaded with him, telling how all sexual relations had become difficult for him. He couldn't do anything until he was mercilessly beaten. At first the boy, out of shame and to avoid shame, did not want to confess, but after serious questioning he could not deny it. It is said that there was a man in Holland who was equally incompetent and couldn't do anything without getting hit. By order of the authorities, however, he was not only removed from office, but duly punished. A credible friend, a doctor in an important city

he believes: he craves violent blows so much that he berates him who strikes him, saying that if he acted slower than he acted, he does not have full control of his will, unless he bursts Blood and the Innocent The framework of the most guilty wears down the most violent shield. The wretch asks the woman he often visits for work and offers her a whip, which he has hardened for this duty with an infusion of vinegar the day before, and demands that the prostitute be beaten by the prostitute; A man was found who finds bodily pleasures in torments; and when he is not the worst, he recognizes and hates his illness.

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Kingdom, told me on the 14th of July of last year how a woman of a bad nature had told a companion who had recently been in the hospital that she had been taken to the hospital with another woman of a similar nature in the woods by a man, who followed her there, cutting posts for them and then stripping their nates and ordering them to work it well. They did. It's easy to deduce what he did with them. Not only men are aroused and inflamed by lust, but women too can experience a greater intensity of pleasure. For this reason, the Roman woman allowed herself to be whipped and beaten by the Luperci. Thus Juvenal writes (Sat II. 142):—

  • The barren die, and they

It is not profitable for the fat man to keep Lyde's chest, nor is it profitable to furnish Lupercus with movable palms." (')

The Marquis de Roure, in his very interesting and useful work Analectabillon (2), mentions three remarkable books, which caused a great stir in his time. We copied the titles of these works as cited by the Marquis.


In the office of the loins and kidneys, Thomas Bartholomew, John - the father of Henry and Meibomius, son of Henry Meibomius. Joachim Olhasius and Ola'i come from the same office

(*) They die sterile; and neither is the swollen Lyde with her box of drugs of any use to them, nor is her hand stretched out for leaping Lupercus [Priest of Pan].

(a) The other title is "Or Extracts from Reviews of Various Rare, Forgotten, or Little-Known Books from the Cabinet of the Marquis de R***" Paris, Techener, 1835, (2 volumes); Flight. II, pg. 316 et seq.


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Dissertaliuncula worms. Frankfurt, ex bibliopolio Daniel Paulli, 1670, (1 vol. pet. in-8vo of 144 pages, pap. fin.) (raro).


On the Joys of Marriage and Medicine, translation of Meibomius, by Mercier de Compiègne, with text, notes, additions, and illustrations. Paris (J. Girouard), 1792, in-16. 1, parchment paper. (unusual.)




Medical-philosophical work followed by a dissertation on the means of awakening the joys of love, by D*** (Doppet), medecin, 1788, 1 vol. in-18 of 108 pages, plus 18 front pages.


Where the good and bad use of scourging among Christians is shown, by evidence from Scripture, etc., trans., from the Latin by M. l'abbe Boileau, Doctor of the Sorbonne (by Abbe Granet). Amsterdam, by Henri Gauzet, 1722-1670-1723-88-92. (1 vol. in-12).

The earlier work has been translated into English and reprinted more than once. How Meibomius came to write it is rather strange. According to the Marquis of Roure, it was in 1639 at a dinner in Lübeck at the home of Martin Gerdesius, adviser to the duke

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von Holstein that the subject of conversation was flogged like medicine when it was called ridiculous and absurd. Among the guests were Christian Cassius, Bishop of Lübeck, and the famous physician Johann Heinrich Meibomius von Helmstadt. "It's not that ridiculous," said Meibomius, "and I want to prove it to you." and intended only for the eyes of a few friends, it was first printed without the author's knowledge.

The little book is erudite and wise at the same time. The cited or cited authorities have an enormous amount of patient research. Several facts are systematized, some of which are quite cynical, and full proof is presented of the power of flagellation applied to the lumbar region, whether to dissipate cerebral fumes, stimulate procreation, or (and this seems more miraculous than all the others) , give fullness to worn out human bodies. We cannot give more than a very simple idea of ​​a remarkable work. It's a good thing Meibomius wrote in Latin, otherwise even the Puritanism of those robust times would have received a shock. He calls "a shovel, a shovel" without the slightest fear, and sometimes a big * shovel too." But the work is not pornographic, except that it deals with a naturally lewd subject. The learned physician sought to substantiate his thesis, and that and it all.

dr Doppet's Treatise on the 4 External Aphrodisiacs is a work of a different caliber than Meibomius. The Marquis de Roure thinks that the unfortunate person who should have been so reckless is one of the former

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recommended citations would run great risks of ruining health. The work contains a whole pharmacopoeia of the most effective drugs known. Beneath much of the impulsive and grossly satirical character there is a thread of shrewd observation which entitles the author to be regarded less as a man of science than a man of the world. His experiences seem to have been very varied, and his position as a medical professional often required visits to houses of prostitution. In one of these places he witnessed a curious scene. With the citation of this passage we say goodbye to Dr. Droppet, as well as his curious book.

“I witnessed a unique spectacle that proves very well that pleasure transcends reason. In Paris, I was called upon to dedicate my professional care to one of the ladies belonging to a seraglio in the rue Saint-Honoré, who was the victim of one of these accidents at work. When I was in her room, I heard a noise in the next room, from which came the voice of a very angry and even threatening woman. The woman I was with didn't even give me time to question her about what was going on next door, but in a low voice begged me to be quiet and, gently lifting the ends of some tapestry curtains, she asked me at the front of a small opening through which I had the opportunity to see the funniest and also the most ridiculous spectacle. This is the scene that played out and seemed to repeat itself twice a week. The protagonist was a pretty brunette who was only half dressed to say the least, showing her chest, thighs and buttocks openly. The other parts were occupied by four old

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the solemn wigs, the costumes, the attitude and the grimaces that made me bite my lip every moment not to laugh. These old libertines played, as their children sometimes do, the schoolmaster's game. The girl, with a birch tree in her hand, gave each of them a wise correction; the one who received the most severe punishment was the one whose organization was slowest. The perpetrators devotedly kissed their lover's ass during correction, while her beautiful arm finally got tired of whipping their lusty carcasses; and the game only ceased when it was useless to the prolonged weariness of exhausted nature. When everyone had gone, I left my observation post, not entirely convinced of the reality of what I had seen. My patient was greatly amused at my surprise and told me many other ridiculous facts that were commonplace in her convent. We have, she said, the custom of the most important men in Paris, and these girls have the honor of whipping the most famous members of the clergy, lawyers and finance."

Sacher Masoch tells a similar story, which we have translated from the German.


Love is stronger than death and therefore overcomes the biggest financial meltdown.

A young and not ugly son of Israel, one of the ghetto barons, who left the theater of war covered with wounds after the last Battle of the Nations in the Wechsel, was a regular guest in Vienna afterwards.

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International Exhibition, hoping to have fun and comfort himself among the many beautiful pieces that he saw while walking around.

One day he met a young couple in the Russian department, authentically registered by me in the "Almanac de Gotha", who had a very old coat of arms, but only a very modest income.

This circumstance repeatedly encouraged this stock market tycoon to make secret offers to the charming little woman, offers which would have turned a theater diva's head but could only be an insult to an honest woman. The baroness felt a kind of hatred for the Jewish banker, and her pretty little head was making long plans for revenge.

The financier, who was really and sincerely, even passionately, in love with the young woman, crowded into the exhibition beside her, which he, as the little woman's husband, found it easier to do when he saw her stop admiring. he gazed in front of the window of a Russian fur trader and assumed he was de trop.

"Oh, look at that beautiful sable coat," exclaimed the Baroness, her dark eyes sparkling with joy, "I need this."

But her eyes landed on the white ticket with the price written on it.

  • Four thousand rubles! ' she read despondently, 8 that's

about six thousand guilders." (*)

"Certainly," replied the Jewish baron, "but what is it? Such a sum is not worth mentioning in front of so charming a lady."

(') About £500.


"But my husband would never be able to - *

  • Be less cruel for once,” whispered the financier to her.

ear, * and let me lay this sable skin at your feet. "You must be kidding." "Not me..."

“I think you are joking, as I cannot presume that you mean to offend me.” “But, Baroness, I love you...”

"All the more so as not to bore me, and I am very much so," exclaimed the energetic woman, "I could whip you as 'Venus in furs' whipped her slaves."

“Let me be your slave,” insisted the banker, “and I will gladly suffer anything at your hands. Yes, in that black skin, whip in hand, you would indeed be the most beautiful portrait of this tale's cruel heroine."

The Baroness looked at him for a moment with a strange smile on her lips.

"So if I agree to listen to you, would you let me flog you?" she added.

"With joy."

"Okay," she replied quickly, "you're going to give me twenty-five lashes with the whip, and after the twenty-fifth I'm going to listen to you."

"Are you serious?"


The financier gladly took the barons hand and raised it to his lips. "When I can go?" “Eight o'clock tomorrow night.” “And may I bring the skin and the whip?” "No, I take care of the whip myself."

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The following night, at eight o'clock sharp, the madly in love stockbroker appeared before the beautiful aristocratic lady, whom he found alone in her boudoir, wrapped in a dark fur coat, reclining on an ottoman, her little hand playing with a whip of puppy. .

The Jewish baron kissed his hand.

"You remember our terms," ​​said the small woman.

"Certainly," repeated the banker, "I will give you twenty-five lashes with the whip, and after the twenty-fifth you hear me."

"Yes, but I must tie your hands," said the lady.

The lovestruck stockbroker had the modern-day Delilah tie her hands behind her back and kneel at her feet at his command. She swung the whip and gave him a hard swipe with it.

"Oh, but it hurts terribly," he yelled.

"It's supposed to hurt," she said mockingly, and continued to whip him mercilessly. The unfortunate idiot finally groaned in pain, but was comforted by the thought that each blow brought him closer to the completion of his happiness.

On the twenty-fourth stroke, the little woman threw away the whip.

8 There are only twenty-four,” said the scourged Beau.

"Oh! I know that." she laughed, "but I'm releasing him on the twenty-fifth."

"Then you are mine," exclaimed the delighted banker, all mine! "

  • What are you dreaming about?"

"Didn't I let you whip me?" "Of course, but I didn't promise to hear you after the twenty-fifth hit and you only had twenty-four j"


exclaimed this cruel little piece of virtue, "I have witnesses."

She opened a curtain and her husband entered from an adjoining room, followed by two gentlemen, all three laughing. The banker knelt before the beautiful woman for a moment, then, with a sigh and in a melancholy tone, he uttered the very expressive expression:

"An accident!"

Abbe Boileau's "8th The History of the Flagellants is a very different kind of book and deserves attention. Written in exceptionally good Latin in the style of Plautus, it saw the light of day around 1700 and was translated into French and English. Though described by Abbe Irailh in his 8th Recueil de Querelles Litteraires as "a work of holy obscenity, it is actually nothing of the sort. Abbot Irailh's adjectives spring from anger and prejudice and provide another example of od theologicum. Opinions Jansenists attributed to Boileau, or because of that deplorable attachment which the Jesuits have always had for the inferior form of correction.

Father Cerceau and the indefatigable controversy Jean-Baptiste Thiers turned out more cruelly against Boileau this time around. Also for their part, the monks and nuns, who had decided to flagellate themselves up to their calves (*) by all means chanting the Miserere in unison, raised a

Oh for the calves.

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tremendous noise. But as no convincing refutation of the abbess's book appeared, we concluded that none were possible. The Marquis de Roure considers Boileau's work superior to that of Meibomius, but he should have considered that each follows very different lines and approaches the subject from very different points of view. In ten chapters, Boileau traces the history of voluntary flagellation from its beginnings to his own time, in all its forms and for whatever motives, as an undignified practice derived from paganism and encouraged by debauchery. In raising children, he corrupts the teacher and perverts the student. Quintilian rebuked the practice. As a punishment for slaves and heretics, it violated decency and encouraged cruelty; as a means of self-mortification it is the most dangerous of all wounds, because it excites the flesh while trying to master it; and, as a form of penance, associates mockery with scandal. Is it not well to see Father Girard, under pretense of discipline, flog the fair Cadiere as the beginning of carnal gratification, alleging that St. Edmund had taken similar liberties without being wronged or gaining her chastity? , Bernard of Siena, and of the Capuchins, Matthew of Avignon? How many unknown Girard priests did the practice generate against a Saint Bernard who came out of the fire unharmed? How many unknown women lost their chastity, and how many nameless maidens their honour, because Mistress Nature proved stronger than man's inventions, will never be ascertained. Judging by human nature, which after all is the same mighty traitor everywhere, Christian scourging has nothing to boast about over the luxuriant Lupercalia of ancient Rome, and in number of beauties

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Having punished the pious, the Marquis reckons we must have compromised as many women as the Romans.


In so-called continental pleasure houses, it seems, judging from the revelations of writers who seem perfectly acquainted with the subject, that die-hard libertines are nowadays resorting to flagellation to hasten their declining powers, or perhaps, worse, in hope, to restore the sexual vigor that has long given way to bitter regrets. A literary friend was kind enough to select some passages for us, and we are passing them on without comment.

"Oh! All these gentlemen have no brains for their age. Some of them have completely ill-timed desires. These wrecks are demanding, and their partners have to bow under the yoke, and consider themselves lucky when nothing strays from the usual rhythm.

"But the gains are considerable for those who submit to the stern rule of unnatural desires, and their reputation is rapidly growing.

“People come from obscure provincial towns to visit and are being asked to leave their homes in exchange for a large allowance for travel expenses.

"Only you know the art of wielding the whip, the rod, the long pointed strap, and other instruments of frantic pleasure.

“And they get rich quick, these women who are willing to play the role of sworn tormentor and less suited to the role of victim. In short, it is a well-known fact that a lady of this type possessed a fortune in excess of three hundred thousand francs.

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"Money well earned, considering torture lovers don't always practice it on themselves.

" A recent lawsuit (we are always obliged to resort to legal sources if we want to tell true stories) revealed the strange fantasies of an athlete. This individual had a charming girl as a lover who was only looking for love, if not purity, at least simple sense gratification. It seems that the gentleman needed a special excitement, which he obtained by making his sweetheart gallop around the room in primitive costume, while he forced his way with a whip.

  • It was like that until one day the emotion died

To get up, the athlete gave the poor girl such a beating that she fell unconscious on the floor.

8 One of these good old fellows was the slave of a passion as strange in its manifestation as it was basically ignoble.

The woman who had to satisfy him received a new pair of boots every time he visited. The couple, relaxed, played 'riding the rooster' around the room, the woman astride the old man's back and spurring him on with vigorous punches in the ribs." (*)

  • His most common device was the flagellum.

tion with special instruments similar in shape to the knout; some are slaves to their lust and can be whipped. We can only regret this mania, which, however, harms itself; but what can be said of wretches who have no scruples about defending themselves -

(') Julius Davray. L'Armèe du Vice, Paris, J. B. Ferreyrol, 1890, 12 months, plates.

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less unhappy girls to submit to these vile practices? " (*)

... "Some of them, utterly exhausted, need stimulation, such as pricking with needles or stroking the cat-o-nine-tails, strange excitement which, however, will produce a result - of some kind." (two)


• On August 14, 1891, the Tenth Chamber of the Paris Correctional Court ruled on the Bloch case. We discover that Bloch allowed a woman named Marchand, aged 40, to find him four wives, Goude, aged 24; Matthew, 22; and Lys and Brion respectively 19 and 20. He had a habit of putting all the girls in one room and using all sorts of lewd devices to gain pleasure. It seemed like a difficult task and was only achieved through torture. Evidence of Brion's first encounter with him was when he had her kneel in front of him and took needles from a bowl and stuck about a hundred of them into her breasts and all over her to a depth of about an inch. Then he folded a triangular handkerchief, pinned it to his chest and shoulders with about twenty pins, the end between his breasts, and pulled hard. Then he plucked tufts of hair from her private parts with his fingers, pinched her nipples viciously and lashed her body with a mallet. Finally, after he tortured her several times like this

(') Julius Davray. Love in Paris, Paris, J. B. Ferreyrol, 1890, 12mo, Tafeln.

(B) Pierre Delcourt. Vice in Paris. Alphonse Piaget, 1887, 12 months, placas.

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Hours and after forcing her to wear a smile on her face, he consummated intercourse.

4 The medical evidence was most against this story, as it was proven to have returned to Bloch ten times. The other girls were treated similarly, but Lys did not harm her, although she admitted that Bloch had pricked her with needles and beaten her with a hammer.

  • The culprits were easily ruled out; this woman Mar-

Chand one year in prison and Bloch six months." (*)

“Some are compelled to be whipped, often with extreme violence, in preparation for sex. There is no aristocratic Lupanar that does not have special sticks for this flagellation. Others want to hit the woman when they enter the room. For this class there are harmless cloth sticks in the style of circus clowns. The woman is not hurt, but the client has the illusion of hitting her. Some of these Monoma-Niacs are not content to be whipped until the blood comes out, but require long silver needles to be inserted into the skin of the scrotum. , ask to make light cuts in the meat with a penknife." (2)

Finally, we may add that there are a number of charming little poems in the French language on the subject of flagellation as an aphrodisiac, and we quote two or three of them for those who read that language. It would take a far more intelligent pen than ours to translate it into English without destroying its delicacy and refinement.

(') Court Gazette, 8. 15, 1891.

(a) Leo Taxil, Contemporary Prostitution. Paris, Librairie Populate, n.d. (1883?), 8vo. only.

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Away from these terrible prisons

Or Pluto with guilty shadows

let your righteous wrath be felt,

There are cuter asylums in Hell. Thick myrtles there form shady greens That have nothing of the horrors of eternal night.

Streams run silently there, lazy poppies crown their banks. Among the flowers that decorate this residence we see hyacinths and daffodils and a hundred others that, once the object of tremendous love,

It existed under Flora's laws. In the dark detours of these quiet places

Many lovers whose memory must live forever in history still tend their fires.

The ruthless ambitious

Who wanted to see Jupiter?

Blazing Lightning Weapon Celebrate the pleasure that cost you so much.

young cephale lover,

pining for this conqueror

Cherish this deadly arrow

Whose heart he pierced.

hero, with trembling hand,

Hold the bright bulb

that only served him

watching your loved one die.

Ariane rolls, angry, This thread, sad instrument of a terrible attack, Sadly too unhappy to betray her father,

To oblige only an ungrateful.

Phedre staggering and confused

Bathe, but too late with your tears

Scripture or your hand accuses

Too much criminal zeal.


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A hundred times less guilty and feared than they are, And Dido and Thisbe go and beat their breasts:

From a perfidious enemy you have the iron in your hand,

The other, that of an overly faithful lover. Love wanted to witness his pains, To cover his quiver he worried.

The thick trees of a bocage,

The discreet shadow of a cloud in vain softened the glow of his torch. Suddenly we recognize this new enemy

They surrounded him and the rebel force

He prepared inhuman torments for him.

Love just flaps one wing, barely holds itself up and falls into your hands.

To disarm these ruthless judges,

In vain love sheds tears, We tie the hands that carry hearts

Inevitable blows, Clinging to a myrtle, prey to its fury, He passes a thousand deaths to experience horrors.

All around, the menacing noise drowned out their lazy wails.

He is frightened by that accursed iron that ends with the deplorable remains of these days. The other with the still-shimmering ruins of a pyre, his death, too fatal a theater. From these tears, hardened by the power of the gods, Myrrha fashions mighty weapons against him, their weight will overwhelm him: poor love, her alarms will but punish him for his heinous crime.

Love wants to call its mother

And with her tears and with her cries: does she come to your aid? No, angry Venus

Another insult to his son's torment. "Ah," she said, it's his turn to feel my anger.

I suffered too much from this boldness. Vulkan fillets, sly laughter of the gods

I have not forgotten the indignation:

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It is the furious Venus that threatens: to tremble." Her hand is immediately armed with a large bouquet of roses.

From your barely hatched buds:

Already under his double blows,

With one hand, unfortunately too sure,

Blood gushes and covers the green

Who adorns the immortal abode:

"Stop, angry goddess," shouts the startled troupe with delight.

"As we breathe the day,

An unhappy planet caused our misfortunes, it doesn't make love." (')

Equally enchanting is another poem called Flora's VExamen, which borders on debauchery and is actually a short treatise on flagellation as a luxury. We ask our reader's forgiveness for not giving this outburst due to the very lively genius of an unknown author. Our book could have been a little more appreciated by few and cursed by many. But, most important of all, it may have attracted the attention of the powerful and, as evidenced by the indictment of Le Roman de Violette, a supposedly obscene novel in French attributed to Guy de Maupassant, would have given rise to the granting of similar kind interference. .

In a small work, very rare today, there are some details that relate the flagellation with the theater, which show that private scenes (for we can hardly believe that they were public) were represented. We give the really strange title of the book in question, followed by a short excerpt.

(') "New Selection of Pieces of Poteyes* by Danchet, The Hague, 1715, t. L, p. 74.


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Small collection Scenes Secretes des Foyers

In fairy tales a little more than happy, adorned with couplets


Dedicated to people of both sexes destined to


What can you say about this test without major consequences, Qu'belas! very crazy would be the one who thinks badly of it.


From the impression of Crispinailles to the Matricula, 1793.

"A penis falling into the ass of a bun knows how to provoke, excite discharge,

And in a c it was really wide,

Make him commit a very beautiful sin. Without further ado, get dressed, my good lord, Take this correction from my hand That heightens your delirium in your senses, Instructs you to grope a c. ..."

With the linen fluttering in the wind, a bunch of birch trees in her fist, she strikes the poor confectioner's fleshy buttocks with two blows, and, pausing from time to time, once more began to explain:

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"Learn, dear good friend, that strong blows make you more sensitive to amorous pleasures. Those whose nature is too slow cannot satisfy a lover; a few powerful blows with the sticks will make you enter the battle with more energy. What a hot ass Oh! Gods I am happy! Come now to please a lover, let us throw ourselves on the bed in the bosom of joy, we shall lose the memory of your past pains.


There is a scene of a similar nature in Thomas Shadwell's play The Virtuoso, Act IV. The old libertine Rosnar, who gets to be flogged, is questioned by the girl: * Should you like so much what I like so little? Munster School, I never stopped.” Otway in his Venice Preserved, Act IH, Scene L, illustrated this trend. The submissive senator Antonio visits his lover Aquilina to play a "joke" and wants her to spit in his face. Playing the role of a dog, he goes under the table and asks her to use him as a dog, for kicking, etc.; until the courtesan takes a whip and chases him from the room. The following epigram by Kit Marlowe ( J ) sums it up:

TKHben jfrancus comforts wltb for wbore, 1be sines for roos ano strips blmself staves nafeeo; jFor until lust sleeps, anb will not rise until 3SSg scourges wencb. Let it be awafteo. 5 envg blm no, but wlsb 3- bao tbe, power. Zo do mgself for wencb but a balf bour.

(') Works of Christopher Marlowe, London, 1826, vol. 3, p. 454

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That the executioner, writes P. L. Courier, whether male or female, not infrequently takes pleasure in administering punishments, or witnessing their infliction, even on one of his own sex, there can be no doubt, as this opinion has been expressed by numerous authors.

The following little poems should complete the collection:—



A woman went to confession, The confessor silently covered her Behind the altar, To discipline her, The husband, not far from the hiding place, Who touches mercy, offered her his back and buttocks. The woman first agreed:

  • I feel," she said, "my weakness,

My husband is undoubtedly stronger so go ahead my father, touch yourself hard because I am a big sinner.” (*)


A page of twelve years, for certain serious cases

That I know and I won't say

Lise was threatened with the whip. To her mother, rightly angry

Lise proudly replied, "You have every reason to complain,

But for the gentle flogging I am old enough to love, not fear.” (The)

(') Bernardo de La Monnoye. (2) 'Brinquedos das Demoiselles.' 1

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"Jupiter, lend me your thunderbolt," Lycoris called one day:

"Give me to pulverize the temple where I knew love, Alcide, why am I not armed with your mace and your arrows, To avenge the terrified land, And to punish a god I hate. Medea, teach me to use your blackest spells, let us make him a potion like the poison of lovers. Ah, if in my extreme amalgamation I held this abominable monster..."

  • There it is," said love itself,

That suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Take revenge, punish if you dare!" Surprised by the prompt return, she took a bouquet of roses to whip her love. They even say that the shepherdess in her arms, not daring to squeeze him, clapped her hands with a light hand, still afraid of hurting him. (')

(*) M. Bernard, *Treor du Parnasse* London, 1770, Band V., p. 255.


Where the question is oiscusseo wbetber. He hit the ball off Mives.

At home, new affairs are more important than correction. In these "hot and whispering times" of "annoying assertiveness of modern women", "advanced education for women", of gradual usurpation of public positions by women hitherto occupied by men, we believe that the discussion of this issue is a case of your will to awaken the general interest. The feeling that a crisis is fast approaching has been building in the male chest for a long time. The worst part is that there is still no way out. Argue with the modern "blue stocking" and you are doomed... Your tongue moves much faster than yours, and your natural logical mind, sharpened by "Higher Education", will crush your arguments to the atom. she will make fun of you. Use insults and she'll lash out at you with the vocabulary of a xantitype. If you threaten her with violence, she will retaliate with defiant boasts about the law. Weeping to the cunningly conjured tears, and their hearts hardened to the point of hardness by the teachings of


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Stuart Mill will make fun of you. The "modern woman", in short, "has absolutely no fear of the man in front of her". From her bosom emanated all the sparks of feminine pity and admiration. Not only has she deftly managed to get the man to receive them, but what is far worse, she is now throwing him out of public service and "openly dishonoring" him. accumulated burden of suffering and anxiously seeks a way of salvation.

He tried all possible ways and means in vain. All efforts were unsuccessful and his "last condition is worse than the first". Like "a dog returning to its vomit, or a pig wallowing in mud", he was forced to turn back and submit to his tormentor, once again acknowledging the supremacy of the tyrant.

The foregoing remarks apply, of course, only to the unfortunate mortal burdened with a polite virago. The fate of the man blessed with an idiotic helper from the slow, old-fashioned school of breeding is very different.

Jeremy Taylor explained: * A good wife is heaven's last best gift to man, her angel and minister of innumerable graces, her jewel of many virtues, her casket. Her voice is sweet music; her smile on her brightest day; her kiss the guardian of his innocence; her arms, the pallor of her security, the balm of her health, the balm of her life; your diligence, your most secure wealth; its economy, its safest butler; his lips, his faithful advisers; her breast the softest pillow of her care; and her prayers are the ablest defenders of the blessings of heaven upon her head.” We may add that her material virtues are as serious as her most ethereal ones.

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His high-breasted partner knows only one concern: bearing children, showing off her culinary skills, and keeping her husband warm on winter nights. If he likes to get drunk, she sees to it that he doesn't have an accident; if he can forget for a moment the "wife of his bosom"; and sets his eyes on foreign flesh," she winks at him, knowing that her superior charm will soon win him back. Wanting to test her muscular strength in the absence of men, she takes his beatings with resignation, and is even grateful for such displays of affection. genuine. (x) To insults she returns a smile, and measures the depth of her master's love by the frequency of his chastisement. Sent home, we enclose an extract of letters from a young Englishwoman to her husband, conveyed to us by the gentleman who sent them received from his wife in absentia.


.... I authorize you to ask me to do whatever you want, even if, as you say, it may be humiliating for me, as I understand and I would very much like, I think, the pleasure of perfect docility to taste love , one thing

(') Alphonse Daudet vividly described such a scene in his Sapho. We quote the passage because the unwary might think our remarks are intended to be funny: And then the Bagne bouquet! How long have you been living with an honest man... sounds good to you, huh? . . . . You had to stuff yourself with these caresses... Ah! Dirt! . . . . to take . . . .'

1 She saw the punch coming without dodging, it landed full in the face, then with a dull snarl of pain, joy, victory she leapt at him, grabbing him with both arms: “My friend, my friend…you You still love me. . . .' and they rolled over in bed together.'

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quite new to me, for in everyday life docility and subservience are totally foreign to me. But with you I would gladly bow to your every whim, do your bidding, break all the laws of modesty, let me be caressed as you please, then return caress after caress, intoxicated by your presence, me in your arms. arms roll, whip me, pinch me and even bite me if you want. Yes, one can enjoy that delicious feeling of bondage, and I would feel very fortunate to be in bondage before you. I can feel the strange sensation of suffering with its latent pleasure, which I think is the only lust I should cultivate.

.... I like to force myself not to rebel when you whip me with your whip, and the voluntary violence I use to remain silent to please you worries me deliciously ....

.... I try to force myself to be submissive and obedient. I promise never to sulk or get angry, no matter how demanding you are, and not to hide anything I might be thinking or feeling. I feel that none of the caresses you will command me or to which you will subject me will repel me, all the more so since I am certain of pleasing you by surrendering myself to your voluptuous whims.

.... His presence gives me a feeling of sweet intoxication, potentiated by the authoritative tenderness of the husband and master I love and to whom I give myself without resistance or arriere-pensee, joyfully suppressing all my own desires and perseverance. Sonality given his will and strength....

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I will never rebel again. I will willingly and lovingly submit to your caresses and perhaps, I confess, deliberately disobey so that you chastise and treat me roughly, to feel your masculine power overwhelm me and bend me weak and weak to be bound and fined....

I like it when you hold me tight in your arms and hurt and shake me. I love feeling your strength.

.... Venerable Master, use and abuse all and inexhaustible good will. Humiliate, provoke, humiliate me and I'm happy. I am proud to understand your ideas because I love you and I want to keep learning more of that passionate devotion that only finds happiness in voluntary self-annihilation, in the moral and physical humiliation of a woman at the hands of the man she loves and who owns her body and soul. .

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.... It is silly and commonplace to be loved by a man who feels obligated to do what he wants and is therefore subject to the woman's will. If you submitted to my whims and didn't know how to dominate me and force me to accept your ideas and preferences, I would despise you and not regret your infidelity, because you would not be a husband for me. but a sort of mechanical nothing without reason, without moral force, and consequently unworthy of all love.

.... I love to punish you for refusing to comply. It is my pleasure to rebel a little now and then, to force you to be severe, to annoy you, and then, by obedience, to earn my pardon. Forgive me, I said I would never revolt again. But this is not a true rebellion. You know I'm not capable of that.

We know that it is generally said that English wives have a monopoly on patience and submissiveness. That's not exactly correct. French married ladies, so well known for their pride and spirit, can also be fully tamed and made obedient if their mate is stronger willed. We have already seen many examples of this. The following is an extract from the letter of a virtuous French widow, who corresponded with a gentleman with a view to marriage:-


“You speak of corrections; I am convinced that few women have borne more correction than I have, and I do not doubt for a moment that there are many female slaves who have felt and suffered less the punishment of the lash than I have.

  • I don't need to add the rest, namely for physical corrections

and only through them can a woman attain that degree of subjection and humility which makes her humble and submissive like a slave, and even then such a woman must have a vivid imagination and a passionate nature.

“In that case, the woman willingly accepts the yoke and is willing to bow under it, as she is used to humbling herself before it.

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man she loves, she will humiliate herself more every day, and what would be an unbearable existence for some women, becomes for her, on the contrary, a life of pleasure for the spirit and nerves; she gives herself completely, she has sacrificed herself, she really belongs body and soul to her master, husband or lover.

• I know my character and my temperament, I couldn't love a weak man, a man who didn't know how to rule me, subdue me completely.

"As I had the honor to inform you, my husband flogged me many times, but almost always with a hunting whip or a martinet, or also with a riding whip, or even with a rope. I don't need to tell you that. these physical corrections, as he said, I undressed, he applied these punishments to all parts of my body without exception, and sometimes I wore the marks for more than a fortnight.

’ I used to get down on my knees or throw my face to the ground.

  • But before starting the punishment, he used his own

Facial expression, that is, to make up my face, he started hitting hard and pulling and pinching my ears until blood came out.

“During correction, I prided myself on not letting out a single cry or wail, and this drove him to despair.

  • Sometimes I was covered in blood and I had a fever

but a few caresses would solve everything.

We quote the original text of this letter in case anyone doubts its authenticity.

• You talk about corrections; I am sure that few women have borne as much as I have, and I have no doubt that many female slaves have felt and suffered less lashes than I have.

■ Needless to say, through physical corrections, and through physical corrections only, a woman will reach that degree of submission and humility which will make her as submissive and humble as a slave, and yet that woman must have a brain, a more passionate.

“In this case, the woman accepts the yoke with joy and knows how to bow joyfully, accustomed to humiliating herself before the man she loves, she

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she will humiliate herself more and more and what would be an unbearable life for some women becomes for her, on the contrary, a life of pleasure, through spirit and nerves she gives herself completely, she sacrifices herself, soul and soul, body , she really belongs to her master, husband or lover.

  • I know my character and my temper, I don't want that

a weak man, a man who couldn't control me, tame me completely.

  • As I was allowed to tell, my husband whipped me

often, but almost always, with a hunting whip, or a hammer, or a whip, or even a rope. I don't need to tell you that in order to receive these physical corrections I was absolutely naked, naked as he said, corrections were applied to me on all parts of my body without exception; I often carried the tracks for more than a fortnight.

"Usually I would kneel or throw myself on my face.

  • But before starting the actual fix I would like to

it was, to use his expression, "the face." That is, he began to hit me hard, pull me and rub my ears until they bleed.

  • During the correction period, I lowered my self-esteem

not a single cry, not a single cry to utter, and that often terrified him.

  • It made me bleed a lot, I had a fever but less than a few

passes over.*

  • *

There are, of course, cases where the lady, spoiled by nature, usurps her husband's penal rights and, instead of tacitly submitting to the man's rod, tries to use sacrilege! corporal punishment for his married master. Any monstrosity can be bigger; Are there any crimes that defy scriptural precepts and common sense? When we picked up "Le Petit Parisien" for November 30, 1897, we were struck by the following paragraph:

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“There are no two beings more clumsy than the couple P. . . While the husband, a clerk, is of weak constitution and timid temper, his wife is a ruddy-cheeked, richly formed matron, with a loud voice and quick hands, though, and perhaps because, she was accustomed to handling the washerwoman's beetle. .

"If p. . . . came home a little late at mealtime, the woman would get into a fight which inevitably ended with him coming for a more or less austere leather suit.

The unfortunate initially tried in vain to protest against her better half's encroachment on her privileges, but after two or three regular quarrels she remained master of the situation, from which she took a hideous advantage.

"Augusto P... had left the marital residence several times. But these escapes never lasted long, as his wife always managed to find his refuge and triumphantly carry him back home.

“Yesterday, after another cleanup, P... left the marital roof again and decided this time not to return to the sweetness of married life; he decided, not just figuratively, but actually, to "break the windows". )

  • After indulging in copious libations

from the neighborhood, Augusto P . . . was attacked in Vaugirard, where he was caught throwing stones at the glass windows of a urinal (!)

(') "Casser les vitres, -" break the windows is a popular Parisian expression, synonymous with the English: "crush everything, play the devil", etc.

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“Taken to the nearest police station, our clerk recounted his long ordeal and ended it with an eloquent request for arrest.

'Please', he said to the inspector who questioned him, 'send me to prison, it's the only way to get rid of my wife.'

  • But the latter did not hesitate to discover the intentions

her husband when she picked him up at the police station.

  • The attack was not heavy, and the damage

paid, P. . . was published. However, the magistrate advised the laundress to treat her husband more indulgently in the future.

8 Will she keep her promise? "

  • *

Unequal spouses. Nothing is more different than the pair P. While the husband, a clerk, has a sickly temper and a timid temper, his wife, on the other hand, is a matron of colorful face, voluptuous forms, high word and light hand, though accustomed to handling. of the laundry bat.

August P.. when he returns to dinner a little late, his wife makes a scene that always ends with more or less violent beatings.

The unfortunate initially tried in vain to react to the aggressions of his midfield, which after several fights under control “remained master of the situation and was strangely abused.

On several occasions, Auguste P. . . leave the marital roof. But these escapades never lasted long, as each time his wife managed to discover his hiding place and bring him home.

Yesterday, after a new scene, P . . . left the marital home again and decided, well decided not to resume their life together, not right away, "breaking the windows".

After enjoying copious libations in the neighborhood,


August P.. he was arrested in the Place de Vaugirard when he threw stones at the windows of a Vespa.

Taken to the nearby police station, the clerk related his long ordeal and ended with an eloquent plea:

- I beg you! he said to the superintendent who questioned him, send me to the warehouse; That's the only way to get rid of my wife.

But it didn't take long to learn the intentions of her husband, whom she challenged in the post.

Since the offense is not serious and the "pause" is paid, P . . . was published. However, the judge urges the laundress to treat her husband more carefully.

Will she keep her promise?

In discussing marital correctness, we claim no originality. The theme is as old as our first parents. The witty author of The Story of the Rod rightly says: “If we accept the rabbinical interpretation of the fall, scourging began as a domestic discipline in the Garden of Eden and the mother of all mankind was the first to use the rod. The Rabbis explain that when Adam begged the woman to give him of the tree and he ate, he meant that she gave it to him tangibly - that she actually put it so vigorously that he was forced to give in and "eat". coercion; and many ladies, as we know, followed his example and assumed the right to correct their husbands. Butler gives a striking example in his "Hudibras":

'2)io not a certain Xaog wbip ©f late ber busbanb own Xotbsbip 1 &no, tbougb a <5ranoee of tbe Ibouse, Claweo btm wltb funoamentais blows, ttfeo bun 0tarfe=nafteb for a beo*post 2lno ffrfeeo bis bioe as if sb 'bab rib post; year later, at the Court of Sessions, UGlbere wbipping's jubgeb, bao bonour for't.

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The noble person alluded to was Lord Munson, who lived in Bury St Edmunds and was one of the king's magistrates. To show her disapproval of his behavior in changing her policies, his mistress, with the help of her maidservants, tied him to the head of a bed and gave him a beating until he promised to behave better in the future; and for this salutary discipline Lady Munson was thanked in court.

On the other hand, most legislators have been extraordinarily liberal on the issue of domestic discipline towards men. It has often been disputed whether a man may honorably flog his wife, and it is generally decided that his right to do so depends on the woman's conduct and temperament. Steele notes in The Spectator that there are undeniably perverted men who require more than ordinary philosophical knowledge to get along with. When they associate with warm men without temper or education, they are often corrected with stripes. It has been argued that woman was created to be man's companion, to be his ministering angel, and to be good, quiet, and orderly, and if true, she willingly submits to her husband's authority and is perfectly docile under his rule. . But if she is the opposite of all these, the staff is necessary, and she must be treated as the poet advises.

Gbou will be constrafneo beao for puncb be, Hno leave tbme ege tben spare ber: ©rasp tbbe the first weapon that comes to bano. ffiorse=wbip, or cuogel, or walk stfcfe.

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© r battec bet well on the heat pot; Bread that doesn't come from bees on earth, lives well in the arm, lets the bear get fat. We iron it, like brass, stone or steel.”

Or, in that case, one follows with advantage the advice of the Roman oracle. A man had a woman in a bad mood. He went to consult the oracle and asked what to do with a garment that had moths. "Clean the dust," replied the Oracle. "And," added the man, "I have a wife full of nasty tempers, shouldn't she be treated similarly?" "Indeed," was the reply, "DUST THEM DAILY."

If the sage advice of the ancient "oracle" were more widely accepted today, not only would wives be in better health, but there would be fewer marital escapades. Women, like children, need correction, and what more beautiful sight than to see the adored woman on her knees before us, begging not to be flogged? The birch rod would prevent divorce. We find in the London Examiner, October 11, 1856, a fairly recent declaration of the right to discipline wives. It states: “A very large number of cases of the beating of women have recently been brought before the magistrates of Whitehaven, where there is a sect of professed Christians who propagate the opinion that the practice is in accordance with the Word of God. Rev Geo Bird, former rector of Cumberworth, near Hadderfield, has established and organized a congregation there and in recent weeks has emerged as teaching that it is perfectly scriptural for a man to beat his wife. About six weeks ago, James Scott, a member of Mr. congregation of birds,


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was subpoenaed by his wife for brutally beating the liar because she refused to attend the same service as him. Before the judge, Mrs. Scott said that she did not wish to see her husband punished if he promised not to misuse her again. When asked by the judges whether he would make the required promise, he refused, saying, "Shall I obey the laws of God or the laws of men? As he refused to make the promise, the judges put him in prison with hard labor for a month. Since then, Reverend Bird has given several lectures on the subject of Scott's condemnation. He maintains that it is a man's duty to keep his own house; and if his wife refuses to obey his commandments, he has a right under the law to God, to beat her to force obedience.”

NO FLOWER. New York Herald, September 8, 1900.

mes Redman of Washington, Connecticut was flogged by Hek Husband for carrying them.


The judge waived the man's fine, saying he deserved society's thanks.

Washington, Connecticut, Friday. - Mrs. Charles Redman of Washington, Connecticut, President of that village's Reform Club, was whipped here today in the street by her husband for disobeying his orders by wearing a suit of shorts in public. Her companion, Ms. Anna Dickerson, also in shorts, who tried to help her, was also severely whipped by the angry man.

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Mr. Redman was fined $10 in a police court today, but the judge issued the fine, saying Mr. Redman, while legally guilty, deserves society's thanks for her courage in challenging a practice that is all too common among women in the United States. States to appear publicly in attire not sanctioned by modesty.

The judge indicated that he would have gladly fined Ms. Redman if she had been introduced to him for wearing men's clothing.

There are always a lot of people wanting to protect others, even if it only costs a letter to a newspaper, so the following did not surprise us: —


To the editor of the Herald:-

I saw in the Saturday Herald an account of a creature in the form of a man who whipped his wife in a public street in the city of Washington, Connecticut, because she had the good sense to wear a dress that would not fly away the filth and meanness of the street and bring diseases into the house.

I do not condone white caps, except when the law is not enforced to punish a brute for beating his wife. But nothing less than a dose of White Cap medicine would only be punishment for the brutal creature who had so outraged and humiliated his wife.

He and the judge who issued the ticket must have the blood of men who used to burn witches in Connecticut in their veins.

C.J. Miller. (*)

Montreux, September 10, 1900.

(') "New York Herald", Paris, Wednesday, September 12, 1900.

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Short of sevenpence and sixpence.

"I don't believe you. If you love me as much as you say, why don't you tear me down?" This naive remark, attributed to a Coster virgin dating a young man in love, may be considered too absurd to say. based on facts. However, cases that come up in police courts almost daily attest to the possibility that the story is true. The hideous old verse, "A woman, a dog, and a walnut tree, the more you beat them the better they get," seems, so far as women are concerned, to be accepted among the humblest of the lower classes as one the first. a well-advised step towards domestic happiness. As has been shown a thousand times, there are women for whom repeated beatings with the man of her choice do nothing but make him endearing to her, and are more and more inclined to kiss the cruel fist she drops.

Elizabeth Frost, who appeared in the North London Police Court box on Saturday as an unwitting witness against a bully named William Grosvenor, was one such example. She was not his wife, but she lived with him for two years. Both of her eyes were so blackened and bruised that she barely seemed able to see out of them, and though the wound was that of a prisoner, her first words to the magistrate were a plea for mercy for him. * Your praise, I was drunk at the time. It was all my fault and I have no desire to sue.” Mr. Fordham asked the prosecutor how


a prisoner cared for her during the two years she lived with him, and one look from the docks made her answer eagerly, "Oh, very good, your adoration, very good indeed."

"Is this the first time he's attacked you?" - "Oh, yes, sir, the first time."

“Your face looks awful now. Do you really want to retire?” – “Yes, sir, and thank you.”

Mr. Fordham: 'Well, there's a medical fee of 7s, 6d to pay.

But neither the prisoner nor the prosecutor had any money. Had she had a little time, she would doubtless have taken her dress off her back, her boots off her feet, to raise the required sum, but as she did not appear immediately, the case had to go on. The prosecutor then admitted, while still insisting it was all her fault, that the prisoner punched her in the face several times. In response to the magistrate, the prisoner replied in a grim tone that he had nothing to say about the charges.

Mr. Fordham noted that it was brutal for a tall, strong man to attack and injure a woman in this way. He would be sent to prison for two months with hard labor.

"The Daily Telegraph, Monday, October 9, 1900.

We must mention the case of a clergyman residing in London who "rebuked a student to his maid"; and that, when prosecuted at Westminster, he made an eloquent defense, asserting his right to do what he had

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finished. Likewise, in Handout 8, he appealed to the public as to the legality of the flogging he had imposed”.

We are well aware that some foolish people will find our remarks extravagant and even fantastic. Others, more sane, will see that our thinking is logical and permeated with philanthropic motives. We go further and assert that the whole of English history, present and past experience, establishes the doctrine of "proper government by a man's own wife." It has been pointed out that "among other rights which the husband had over his wife during the Anglo-Saxon period in this country was the right to beat her". The civil law allowed the husband to flagellis et fustibus acriter verberare uxorem for some offences, and only modicam castigationem adhibere for others. (') "Bnt," says Blackstone in his Comments, "with us, in the political reign of Charles II, this power of correction began to be called into question, and a woman may now have security of peace against her husband. people who have always loved the old common law claim and still exercise their old privileges. size of cane as the length of a husband's arm and the thickness of his middle finger. Another says that a man can legally correct his wife with a cane no bigger than your thumb. A man used to say

(') "With whips and clubs to beat his wife hard - to apply moderate punishment. *

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his wife that, although by law a husband cannot beat his wife with a stick of a certain size, he certainly could with a stick or his hand. Some men, not inclined to severity, used to limit the thickness of the hem to the little finger. In one of the choir seats of Holy Trinity Church, Stratford-on-Avon, there is a sculpture depicting a husband bestowing something more than modicum castigation on his wife, who appears in a very new and uncomfortable position.


The following unique facts about marital cruelty were sent to us by a friend and are too relevant to our subject to be omitted.

“A little idyll was lately revealed for the edification of Mr. Paul Taylor at the South Wark Police Court. A gentleman pushed his wife away when another lady stepped in to protect her and immediately received a black eye - from the woman.

"When the charges were brought before the judge, the defendant admitted to the assault but, as it were, asked for justification. It was all the fault of the complainant, she should not have interfered, and as a final parenthesis: 'A man has the right to beat his own wife'.

"Sir. Paul Taylor said he had never heard the proposed legislation openly before, but must have forgotten the cases at that point. Indeed, in decided cases, a man may properly beat his wife.

u In Jackson v. Jackson, a former official was summoned before the Court of Appeals in ruling that a

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A man must not beat his wife with a stick rounder than his own thumb. So he can beat her with one that doesn't cross that line.

"The case was never annulled, and when brought before Lord Esher he did not deny that it was still good law. He only laughed.

"He is more a friend than a husband," said a poor woman whose boss never beat her.

"Some husbands, as divorce court records prove, seem to forget the old lines:-

"Use a woman tenderly, tenderly; Out of a crooked rib God made her slender. Straight and strong he did not make her. Therefore, if you try to bend it, you will break it."

"'Neither smooth words nor the generous bestowal of robes, but the jasmine stick brings peace to the home.'

“It has been found that a man who lays the foundation of his married life in kindness raises a building in the sand. Many women convince themselves that their husbands' anger is irrefutable proof of their love for them, and therefore, far from being ashamed of being beaten, they are proud of it.

"In Congreve's 'Way of the World' there is the character of Millamamt, a brilliant girl who says she 'loves to cause pain because cruelty is a test of power, and to give up your cruelty means to give up your power. '

“A recent issue of Women's Signal, edited by Ms. Frederick Miller strongly advocates that women whose husbands have been sent to prison for abuse should not be sentenced to live again.

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with them by the magistrates, but they should be entitled to their separation order and child support whenever they wish.

The article points out - and a terrible case is cited in support of the article - that simply having a brutal husband in prison often makes the wife's position worse than before and that she should rest with her rather than him. whether or not she will give it another trial. It is now the order of the day that a separation order is denied even in the case of persistent cruelty and brutality.

"Richard Penlake would not break the silence until her patience ran out; then Richard Penlake would take a piece of crab and show her that he was the strongest."

Some misguided husbands imagine that dealing properly with their wives is achieved by dominating them and keeping them in a state of complete submission. This is certainly not the path to marital bliss. Well says Chaucer:—

  • When mastery comes, sweet love soon,

It flaps its swift wings and soon flies away.*

A Chinese man has the right to hit his wife with a bamboo stick, but the thickness of the stick and the number of blows are regulated by law. He can divorce her for such trivial reasons as talkativeness, bad temper or poor health.

In the well-known Russell Marriage, which has

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was widely reported in the press, an interesting argument ensued:-

  • Lord Watson: The Scottish courts, in the case of the

Duchess of Gordon, established that an ordinary husband had the right to administer moderate castigatio to his wife, but this did not apply to ladies of high rank.

"Lord Shand: That would be out of place right now.

  • Mr. Murphy said that neither England nor Ireland

there was a trace of such a decision. Maybe Scotland was more civilized.

"Lord Herschell: It has been a controversial point in English law how much personal restraint a husband may impose on his wife to induce her to obey his reasonable demands.

"Sir. Murphy said he couldn't remember any reference to the cane being used.

8 Lord Chancellor: Whether it was true or not, I don't know. I never found it in my reports; but Judge Buller, who was a very learned barrister, is said to have stipulated that a husband may use a stick no bigger than his thumb to manipulate his wife.

During the trial, great emphasis was placed on "Kelly v. Kelly", which is an authority on the issue of "moral" cruelty and is worth citing as a model case.

The learned judge who presided over this trial largely describes the course of the husband's treatment:-

“She was fully released from her natural position as her husband's mistress; he was totally denied the use of money; not only was she deprived of control over household expenses, but she was also forbidden to spend on her own necessary expenses; all

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The garments, every little thing she asked for, had to be put on paper, and her husband would do it whenever he wanted.

“After once refusing to go into town to tell her husband she had been everywhere, she was forbidden to go out at will.

  • Doors were often locked to keep them in; at the

another, a servant, was delegated to follow her; on the other hand, the interviewee made a point of accompanying her whenever she wanted to go abroad.

“Those she wished to see were denied the house. She was absolutely forbidden to write any letters unless her husband saw them before they went to the post office.

"She was, thus, as far as the defendant could reach, virtually cut off from her friends. Meanwhile, the care of the house was entrusted to a woman hired for the purpose, who was instructed not to obey Mrs. Kelly's orders without the Defendant's instructions."

But there is another side to the shield. Some wives are cruel to their husbands. In a high-profile divorce case, one of the witnesses said that the defendant was the best superintendent of police Tenby ever had. He was once a powerful man, but now, as a result of his wife's mistreatment, he was severely weakened and in poor health.

The Commissioner of Police, one might think, would have Moliere's sincere sympathy if he were his contemporary. When the great French dramatist was once asked why in some countries the king could assume the crown at fourteen but only marry at eighteen, the great French dramatist replied: "Because it is more difficult to govern a woman than a kingdom. "

172 f?tageU<*tfcm in agreement.

And so the "Chief Inspector of Police" got his money's worth.

George Eliot has the following in one of his novels:-

  • It's strange to think of a man who can lift a chair

with teeth and will walk fifty miles at the end, shivering and going hot and cold with just a look from any woman of any other in the world. It's a mystery we can't explain; but we can no longer germinate the seed for that matter.

Truly, as the poet says,—

"His gaze was a lecture; his forehead a lecture."

Women don't need praise; they speak for themselves. When you suffer, don't do it in silence.

It must be very bad for a man to feel compelled to employ his wife as a horse or donkey; although lord knows women are idiots enough sometimes, as most of us have learned bitterly.


Despicable behavior from a well-known rancher whose outrageous brutality is truly deplorable.

At Dowchester Police Court (*) Antony Hinchliffe, a well-known farmer, was accused by his wife of persistent and brutal behavior towards her. The small courtroom was crowded with supporters of the woman, who is the third wife of the defendant, and during the trial the onlookers did not hesitate to reprimand her husband in a loud voice, so much so that the president of the bank threatened several opportunities for acquittal from the court, and in the Truth ordered the removal of John Tinsdale, the defendant's brother and the well-known football player.

(') 1900.

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Complainant Sabina Hinchliffe, whose good looks immediately impressed viewers, said she was married to the defendant last June. She was his third wife. She didn't want to marry him after hearing these stories about his cruel treatment of his other wives. The promise was made, however, and although she resisted until the day before the ceremony, she reluctantly agreed. The day after the wedding, her husband abused her, saying that she had to stop being the good lady and work in the fields. The next morning, as she lay in bed, he whipped her with a dog whip. The plaintiff then presented a long list of similar cases where her husband had abused her and caused a stir in court when she explained that he had once hitched her to a plow he had borrowed her for testing, and she had dragged it for half a year. hour.

After collecting corroborating evidence, the judges adjourned the case for a week to award the wife a separation allowance. The defendant was applauded loudly as he left the courtroom.

When the husband's right to correct his wife is neglected, what is more natural than necessary correction by others? When left to her own devices, the woman often develops a very bad temper and a pride of spirit which only personal beatings can drive her out. Nature appointed her husband to this office; but when he neglects her duty and it is assumed by others, no hypocritical claims of impropriety should be raised. Boys who have not been corrected at home often fall into it after life.

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under the cat-o'-nine-tails of the magistrates. Girls who became young women are shipwrecked when a small healthy birch tree at home saved their wandering feet. Madame de Liancourt was indecently beaten in King's Street, though the punishment designed to curb her haughty spirit might have been administered by her lawful husband years before.

Here's another fun old law that still remains untouched today.

Married gentlemen thinking of leaving their wives should carefully meditate on the outpouring that follows; it can act as a deterrent and spare your sensitive back.


It's not widely known, but as the bank said, there can be no doubt about it.


old law that has not been abolished to this day.

If William Bath gets out of the one-month prison sentence that Mr. Bros sentenced you yesterday, your friends and well-wishers may draw your attention to the above fact. As Mr. Ricketts Sr., who sued the Holborn Guardians, pointed against him, in June 1898 he left his wife and five children to live with a woman named Fidler. From time to time he sent her drops of money - only two or three shillings - but in March of this year she was obliged to

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seek relief in the open air of the parish. This was granted and lasted until the end of May, when the mother was allowed to leave the house with two of the children while workhouse authorities looked after the other three while the runaway father was searched for. The woman had completely lost sight of him, but he still sent her small sums - so small, in fact, that in three months they amounted to no more than £2 7s 6d. An arrest warrant was issued against him on April 13 last year, but the officer only managed to serve it a day or two ago, when he was employed by the Star Omnibus Company, which has been there for a few months and pays him well. remunerations. Bath defended himself by saying that his wife was not a good woman to be around. She pestered him and stole from him. Since he felt compelled to leave her, he sent her whatever he could, but she wasn't grateful for it; indeed, he once, after not seeing her for some time, offered her four shillings, and she threatened to punch him in the eye. • He couldn't live with her, but he was still willing to allow whatever he could.

To give you time to think about how much this might cost, Mr. Bros sent him to prison for a month. ( I )

There's a good story about the cobbler boys of Linlithgow, but we don't vouch for its veracity. Linlithgow, Scotland, is famous as the seat of boot and shoe manufacturing, which once employed large numbers of apprentices. Some of the boys were from the church

C) „Daily Telegraph“, August 30, 1900.

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children, and many of them were well disciplined by their mistresses in an orthodox manner; Indeed, the ladies of Linlithgow were masters of harnessing: one plump lady was so good at it that she could untie and finish off half a dozen of her husband's apprentices in less than ten minutes! Other Linlithgow ladies were also masters of flogging. After a while, some boys began to object to being placed on their mistresses' knees so often. They met occasionally and muttered their grievances to each other, determined that one day they would have great revenge, and they did. It was known that four of the Masters would be traveling to Edinburgh on business; and as these were the same men whose children were most often licked by their mistress, this day was chosen as the day of revenge. At one point, the mistresses of the illusory boys were seized, each in his own house, and prepared by willing hands, treated with a dose of the "oil of the straps," as the flogging was then called, with each boy lying on the floor. a couple Peel with all your might. Terrible threats of retaliation were made, but when the inquest found that more than one mistress had suffered a similar fate, prudence commanded silence, and it was not until some time after the event that the lords learned how their apprentices had served their wives while they were absent from Edinburgh. A similar story is told by some of the weaver boys of Kilmarnock. The ladies in this city, we believe, were always more beaten than the masters, and constantly brought apprentices to their knees, even for the smallest offences.

Let us not be misunderstood. We are not advocates of a generic and indiscriminate Birkenstock. the time we


Hope will never come when the boy betrays his mother, the father his daughter-in-law, and the brother his virgin sister or aunt. There are circumstances in which such a lawsuit is admissible, but they are infrequent. We shudder to think of the horrible accidents that could happen if general flogging became fashionable. Fortunately, the law took such eventualities into account. “A straw-cloth manufacturer in a village in Bedfordshire, who in his employment was in the habit of whipping women, was once sentenced, to his great astonishment, to six months in prison for indecently making love to a girl, whose story has recently become known. We learned of a young lady in the parish who received a crown by scourging from her mistress, a shoemaker, who had been sent to a lady of rank in ball shoes, and who behaved so awkwardly in putting them on that the lady was very offended. , she sent her son with a note to the store where she threatened to break her habit, which so enraged the girl's mistress that she began to punish her before the astonished courier had time to withdraw from the girl's hitherto hidden charms , amazed and then revealed, sent her to education, and then made her his wife; and the man who won a title, she became a countess! "Mistresses once had the right, they used not to chastise their women in these degenerate days.

The girls employed in millinery shops, coat makers, stand makers, straw hat makers, and other types of workshops were all subject to the pole, and many of them were heavily cast down during their apprenticeship. A fashionable milliner in Pall Mall, who had a very large shop, had been known for it for a hundred years.


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Strict as a lover. She learned to use the rod while living as Abigail in a respected family in Paris.


However, disciplining young women can be taken too far. Very sadistic practices revealed by the remarkable Defert affair may still be alive in the minds of those who lived in France in the days of Napoleon III. This case was so extraordinary and of such peculiar cruelty that the account of the trial reads more like a chapter from Justine de Sade than anything that really happened in this century. On December 3, 1859, Nicolas and Rose Defert, husband and wife who inhabited the village of Ripont in the canton of Ville-sur-Tourbe, were tried before the 6th Cour d'Assises de la Marne and condemned "labor forces an eternity " for whipping and cruelly abusing his 17-year-old daughter, Adeline.

We are translating from LA PRESSE of December 17, 1859.

“Every day, morning and night, Adeline was flogged with a martinet on her groin and bare thighs. On some occasions, even her father hung her from the ceiling by her wrists and in this situation, after lifting her clothes, she struck any part of her body with a sledgehammer.

“Finally, one night in the month of March, the accused took her to a bakery behind the kitchen, where she was tied securely to a bench with ropes, her chest and abdomen secured to the wood; so he took out of a pot of fire that he had prepared

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some red-hot coals and ran down her daughter's legs, burning them here and there and replenishing the coals as the pieces went out. Likewise, he had already burned her neck. . .

8 The next morning she was again tied to the bench and beaten with the mallet; and when this first torture was over, his mother came in, armed with a stick, at one end of which was wrapped a cloth soaked in nitric acid, and with this kind of sponge she slowly bathed the wounds resulting from the burns on the skin of the day before. .

“Not only were the open wounds whipped with a mallet, but their bloody flesh was hammered with a small nailed board. This torture was inflicted on her the next day; worse, her mother burned the right cheek of her ass by holding lighted matches until they were all consumed; after that she poured nitric acid into the wounds. . .

Defert was in the habit of addressing his daughter with the coarsest and most cynical speeches, and in important conversations he endeavored to initiate her into a body of ideas which he should have carefully hidden from her. He even tried to make some personal touches. But Adeline's revelations did not go further, she refused to give further explanation on the matter. In any case, it is certain that her mother had been fully informed by her of everything that had happened.

8 However, she was destined to suffer a new outrage and a new torture. One night in April, after her brothers had gone to bed, the accused stripped her in the kitchen to the waist, and when she was half naked, she was laid on her back on the floor; One of her feet was tied to a table, the other to a cable.

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a doorway: Your legs are lifted and spread apart in this position. His father then forcibly inserted a piece of wood into his genitals, which he held there for several minutes; her mother stood by her husband and helped him to prepare this crime. The piece of wood, an elderberry stick, was found. The doctor had managed to determine the strange disorders caused by this barbaric act on the organ. He already suspected the cause of the devastation he had witnessed. Adeline's confessions finally explained his suspicions."

For the information of virtuous English readers, who, in the face of these fiendish details, may in their haste imagine such atrocities peculiar to the French, we cite the following London case, related by Pisanus Fraxi in CeiltUda Xibrorutlt HbSCOtl*fcftorum, (page 463):—

The month case Brownrigg, of Fleur-de-Luce Court, London, will be too familiar to my readers to need details; Suffice it to say that she was executed at Tyburn in 1767 for the murder of her apprentice Mart Clifford, who died as a result of the inhumane treatment she received from her mistress. A writer of the time had the temerity to print an apology for this miserable woman, arguing at every opportunity in defense of excessive beatings. (') I extract some of his observations relating specifically to the matter in hand, which show that the flogging of apprentices was very common at the time:

I thought (note this cynical writer) that I would be doing my fellow citizens and the public a good deed if I could make the following theses:

First. - That Mrs. Brownrigg didn't just suffer by whipping his defective apprentices severely.

(') The case of Mrs. Brownrigg was highly regarded. Addressed to the citizens of London, by one of them, London, MDCCLXVII.

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In second place. —That the death of Maky Clifford, after her punishment, contains nothing to prevent parents, guardians, masters and mistresses, professors and teachers, from applying every kind of correction that the good old customs of this country allow, and by which peace and the peace and order of this community must principally be maintained.

First. “It is clear to any sensible man that Mrs. Brownrigg was a victim of his own recklessness. She could have whipped her apprentices for all she did and more, and not come to public attention, if only she'd fed them well, housed them comfortably, treated them with general kindness when not correcting them, and, most important, would have paid due attention to the healing of his wounds and his general health. The fact that they neglect their bodies after being flogged is positively astonishing. If it were not of mankind, then, even for the satisfaction of her own taste, one would think that she would rather have clean, fresh skin to lash than rotten, boiled meat: it is wholly inexcusable. In every well organized seminar, the asses are as regular and as well dressed as the students. Whether the villain was skinned in the chariot's ass or the soldier was sacrificed in the triangle, he will receive the best medical help to speed his recovery. A good master or mistress will have rags and ointments ready as sticks, and although it is sometimes necessary to get back to the back or ass before the marks of a previous beating disappear (otherwise a sore ass would be an excuse for some failure), but double diligence should always follow repeated punishments. The testimony of the surgeon at the hospital to which Mary Clifford was taken was "that the wounds she received from the flogging caused her death from want of proper care". There is no reason to suppose that, had she been humanely and skillfully treated after her six lashes, she would have been as good as ever: though doubtless six lashes in a row in one day is a strenuous exercise; but at this point we cannot form an opinion until we know the extent of each flogging and the individual provocations: the whole may not have been three dozen lashes, and we remember our school experience now having seen a boy an Alderman of these Stadt, who was mounted ten times before he confessed that he had lied: perhaps it is thanks to those ten consecutive lashes that he was so honest

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a man ever since: but he was in the doctors' hands for three days, and looked very sorry when he returned to school. Mary Jones, another apprentice, seems not to have been made any worse by her punishment, the manner of which was both convenient and subtle, and is sure to be adopted in many homes when they hear of it.

Two chairs were placed on the kitchen floor so that one supported the other: the girl was then naked or tied behind her back with her clothes on her head and received an allowance.

The jury's behavior in the John Brownrigg case also proves that they did not connect Mary Clifford's death with the whipping she received. For this young man, whether from the pleasure of the sport, or from affection for his mother (who was much loved by her fifteen children, though she probably had not spared the staff in her children's education) took a large and frequent part in the chastisement. of the apprentices, and yet he was acquitted of the murder charge. He whipped Mary Mitchell several times with great enthusiasm – once he tied her stark naked to a paperclip for stealing some chestnuts and used the whip vigorously; He paid no less attention to Mary Clifford, one day whipping her to exhaustion for not making her bed, and another time, when her mother's strength was gone, adding twenty lashes to the punishment.

I'm sure all this would have been attributed to many a working-class girl who fell into a difficult family and learned, rather crudely, from the skin of her back, the means of an honest life. But this foolish woman, in addition to copious floggings, locked them in terrible cellars, starved them, beat them over the head with sticks and other hard substances, and allowed the sores on their heads and bodies to grow and fester. For this she was duly hanged and her family embarrassed, but this is not to be confused with a desire for discipline. This cruelty and this savagery has nothing to do with the sincere satisfaction with which the master, the schoolmaster and even the parents shake the stick or the whip at the back of the wrongdoer and print their moral teachings in bright red letters on the back of the wrongdoer. the person of the wrongdoer. Apparently, Providence implanted this instinct in people.

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human breast to counteract the excessive affection of parental affection, and the languid carelessness which would let the youth under our care grow up in idleness, ignorance, and vice. The staff has the "quality" that our immortal bard uses elsewhere.

  • Bless those who give and those who receive.'

I come now to my second suggestion, which is that the single event of Maky Clifford's death should in no way limit the amount of punishments to be meted out in our institutions and in our homes. Londoners are not deprived of their amusement by seeing a villain flogged through the streets because the occasional lad catches a fever in prison and dies before his scab has healed, &c.

These two cruel women, notes Pisanus Fraxi, were supported by men, more directly in the first than in the second. But the woman's crime is in both cases, and especially that of the Deferts, much more heinous and the cruelty much greater than that of the man. A man may be understood when the brutality of his nature admits that he is trying to tempt his own child's chastity, to avenge the insult and disappointment of rejection by undue punishment, but it is beyond the reach of the wildest and most inhuman imagination to generate a mother, the natural protector of her own daughter, and in the cruel and unnatural manner already described.


The De Goncourt brothers, those charming French fashion designers, seem to imagine that the English are flogging madmen - others.

We quote from his diary:

Monday, April 7th. "I visited a madman today, a

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Monster, one of those who stand on the edge of the abyss. This affair enabled me, as through a torn veil, to see the abominable depths to which the English aristocracy had fallen, and the terrible appearance of those gold-satiated descendants of noble blood, combining ferocity with love, and their debauchery could only find satisfaction in the sufferings of women.

At a ball at the Grand Opera, Saint-Victor was introduced to a young English gentleman, to whom he said at the outset, in an opening conversation, "that it is not so easy for him to amuse himself in Paris, that it is much better elsewhere. a chance that there was a very respectable house in London run by a Mrs. Jenkins, where there were girls of about thirteen who were beginning to learn letters, but were then flogged, the children, oh, not bad, but the great ones indeed. , you could stick pins in there too, not too long, as long as you did, and he would show the tip of his finger, yes, even bring blood! ..." This young Englishman added calmly and serenely: "I don't naturally have cruel tastes, and I stop at people and animals... Some time ago I rented a window for a great deal of money to see how a murderess was hanged "We had some women with us to amuse ourselves afterwards" - their expressions were always very decent - - "by the time that she is ava to be executed, we asked the executioner to put on his petticoats lifting a little at the critical moment! . . . when she was unfortunately pardoned by the Queen at the last moment!"

So today Mr. Saint-Victor introduced me to this terribly strange figure. He was a young man of about thirty, bald, his cheeks as high as his

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Orange sides, clear and piercing blue eyes, his extremely delicate skin, clearly showing the subcutaneous veins, and his head - most peculiar - that of one of those emaciated and ecstatic young priests that one can see in old photos adoring holy bishops surround him. He was an elegant young man, quite rigid in his arms and body movements that were at the same time sudden and feverish, indicating the onset of symptoms of disease in the spine. Also, extremely polite, extremely polite and particularly kind.

He opened a large and tall cupboard, in which there was a curious collection of erotic books, in excellent binding, showing us a Meibomius on the usefulness of flagellation in the joys of love and marriage, compiled by the first binders of Paris, with external ornaments. depicting the phallus, a skull and instruments of torture, of which he made the designs; (x) He told us about these ornaments:

  • Not! The artist initially refused to perform them. . . then

I lent him some of my books. . . Now he makes his wife very unhappy...he runs after little girls. . . but I got the cover I wanted.” He then showed us a book that was ready for the cover and said: “For this volume I expect a skin, a girl's skin. . . which one of my friends bought me... Now it's being liked. . . It takes six months to enjoy it. . . Would you like to see this skin? . . . but that is irrelevant... it was necessary that a young girl be skinned alive. Fortunately I had a friend, Dr. B. . .who exploits

(l) This book was later sold by the auctioneer of the Hotel Drouot, after the death of Mr. Hakkey, the amateur in question.

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the interior of Africa, as you know. . . Well, with the massacres that happen regularly there... he promised to skin a black woman who was still alive for me.

And while he's still looking absently at the nails in front of him, he continues, and his words pierce your soul like the painful stab of a drill.' (*)


An American journalist of great talent wrote the following foreword for Nell at Bridewell (Paris, 1899), but owing to the delay of his MS. we were unable to use it in the right place and time as we wrote a preface in the meantime. The issue of flogging women offenders is tackled so deftly that we offer this essay as a fertile ground of inspiration for some would-be legislators striving for fame and doing good.

"Lenchen in Prison" is generally the most commendable work of fiction dealing with flogging. The only thing that can be said to rival it is the most recent production, The Memoirs of Dolly Morton. But while "Dolly" is equally interesting as a story or as a series of pictures, it is equally true in its adherence to historical detail and human probability; falls short of the outstanding German work in several important respects. "Lenchen" excels in literary style, surpasses it in psychological analysis, and surpasses it in an effort to suggest the truth of a major sociological problem. It seems to us that "Lenchen" is very satisfying for thinking minds

The "Journal of the Goncourts", 2. Bd. 1862-1865, 1887.

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proposes a conclusion on the much-tangled issue of corporal punishment of women: but strangely, this conclusion is the opposite of what the heroine constantly argues and what the author no doubt intended. In a word, we find 8 Lenchen in prison* an irresistible argument for flogging, administered kindergarten style but with adult severity, as the best punishment for female offenders.

  • Lenchen in prison * is the work of Wilhelm

Reinhard, of whom all available personal information appears to have died in 1858.

8 Sold out and extremely rare. He romantically describes Magellan in prison in letters to a friend, and emphasizes mainly the immorality of public exposure and punishment." ( x )

This coveted and extremely rare edition has been hard to find since 1885. There seems to be a strong and growing interest in flogging in Germany, and 15 marks, the Bielefeld prize of 1880 (cat. 151, No. 1276), would today be laughed at by any bookseller lucky enough to receive the prize. We are aware of a recent incident where 60 marks were dismissively rejected.

However, rod amateurs are under no obligation to remain indifferent to this remarkable contribution to the knowledge of flagellants. In 1872 a second edition, slightly modified to avoid modern censorship, was released to the press, and many more of the same plates followed. The job is now as readily available as any other job

( J ) Reinhard, W., Lenchen in the penitentiary, Carlsruhe. 1840, 8vo.

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of German literature. As far as we know, however, this is the first translation made of it, a surprising fact considering the fascination of the subject and the merits of the treatment.

A set of plates to illustrate the text was recently prepared by an enterprising publisher in southern Germany. They are photoengravings of considerable historical accuracy and of good artistic value. They are 12 in number and their subjects are as follows:-

I. Lenchen begs his mistress for mercy. II. Lenchen is plated.

III. João receives “the Russian”.

IV. "Welcome" by Leonora.

V. Lenchen receives his first stripes. SAW. Basil's Punishment. VII Catherine punished with rods. VIII The Flogging of Minnie. IX. Tommy wields the gauntlet. X. Trying out the punishment drawers. XI. Harry was punished on the pole with chains. XII. Lena rubs ointment on her buttocks. To these surely should have been added the dish,

  • Das Wilkomm”, which includes an essay by Caesar Krause

"The German Penitentiary", because if this picture was not intended to show the flogging of Lenchen (little Lena or Helena), it still fits Reinhard's text, except for a crease in the "penal trousers".

The publication of the work in Carlsruhe would, of course, indicate that prison discipline in Baden was the author's main concern. But the records seem to show that flogging, particularly of women, was practiced less in this state than in any of its neighbors. that was it

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the most widespread practice in Germany until the middle of the current century is a fact supported by the abundance of evidence. All the old German law books consider the flogging of women, whether it be the Staupbes, post-whiplash, a punishment usually publicly inflicted on the offender's bare back and shoulders, or the making of rods or stockochilling, i.e., the flogging of women's buttocks. women with a stick or cane. Without exception, this was inflicted on women privately or only in the presence of a select society. Sometimes the offender's buttocks were completely exposed: this was always the case when the rod was used, and a woman usually, though not always, administered the punishment. Sometimes, and in some places, the flesh was veiled by a single garment: a thin petticoat, a shirt, or tight, thin trousers. The whip or cane was normally employed when all coverings were permitted, and men were employed to wield the instrument of torture, the object of the garment being, of course, to protect the morals and not the person of the sufferer.

This is not the place to quote lengthy passages from authorities to substantiate the authenticity of statements made. The amateur can easily obtain evidence for himself. For further information we refer you to, among others, "Stick and whip in the 19th Century" by D. Hausens, Dirden 1899 and "The German Prison" by Caesar Krause, Dresden, 1898. These works leave little doubt that in many of Germany's women's correctional institutions, Hamburg's Warchhaus for example, even today girls and women are beaten and beaten on their bare or scantily covered buttocks for offenses against discipline.

Reinhard's aim was to show that flogging is an inappropriate and inappropriate punishment for women.

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Is it really like that? We don't think.

It seems that the whole discussion boils down to this last question: - Is it effective?

There can be no doubt about the answer. It is the most effective of all punishments for women. It's the only one they really fear. Reinhard shows this clearly. Their wives, good and bad, don't hesitate to risk prison - even death in Leonora's case. The fear of the rod overwhelms them. None of them would dare to do it again, knowing the fate that awaited her plump white flesh. Lenchen confesses to this deterrent effect, and the truth of the mental processes she goes through appeals to all human researchers.

A word about the stock objections to the use of the rod. They are three in number:

1. It is cruel.

2. It is immodest.

3. It is demoralizing.

Let's look at them briefly, one by one.

All punishments inflicted on women are, in a sense, cruel. They excite our sympathies more than the sufferings of men, whose robust mental and physical constitutions are better suited to all the vicissitudes of life. But it is an undeniable fact that women must often be punished, severely punished, and therefore the question of cruelty becomes only a matter of degree.

It seems to us that there is much less cruelty in a brief severe correction, administered in such a way as to make permanent injury impossible, than in prolonged periods of bread and water, dark cells, shackles and chains, sticks or

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Pelourinho, straitjacket or any other device that imaginative humanitarianism has created for modern prison administrations. The exhaustion which is the inevitable and deliberate result of all these implements is, in our judgment, far more cruel, because far more injurious, than the application of twenty or even fifty vigorous blows or blows to the soft, fleshy lumps which nature seems to specially designed to be flogged.

Indeed, this argument could logically be taken much further. Many believe – and they are wrong – that for all minor offenses committed by women, especially women of good repute, private corporal punishment, whether of a parental or scholastic nature, should be replaced by a term of imprisonment equal to reputation ruins and corrupts clubs. .

As for the immodesty of the scourging, it is obviously imaginative. We certainly do not advocate the use of flogging by men. This is, it must be admitted, an unnecessary and shameful addition to moral pain. But if women are to be the enforcers, what is it about the exhibit that makes propriety particularly offensive? When a woman is taken to prison, she is subjected to a physical search, sometimes even more intimate than a vaginal exam. She never escapes the latter. She is then subjected to similar checks on a regular basis, both for reasons of hygiene and to prevent her from having contraband. Has anyone ever protested the immodesty of these searches? Would it be possible to do without them? In addition, the firstborn are obliged to bathe completely naked in the presence of the others and the servants. Does anyone see any immodesty in this? But why go to jail

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Measure the limits of modesty or immodesty among women. Go to a Turkish bath or ask a lady who visits. Ask about their unscrupulous roommates or confidants of any kind after revealing their secret charms when using the bathroom or on other random occasions. Let's be clear, we don't mean cruel women, we mean ordinary women. It is not true that the vast majority of them are completely indifferent to total or partial nudity as long as the male eye is absolutely excluded.

Of course, it is humiliating for a woman to be on a bench, or on the edge of a table, or tied to a ladder or pole, with her skirt pulled up and her pants down or loose at her heels, all conditions created for her to admit her sin can atone for the wound of your skin. But her humiliation is part of the punishment, and the semi-sexual feeling called modesty has nothing, or next to nothing, to do with her feelings, a fact which we think is amply demonstrated by the consideration other women need to see their situation or situation. decision to do so are in no way ashamed or ashamed of the spectacle it presents.

Finally, we believe that the theory that flogging is demoralizing has no basis in reason or common sense. Why should it be? Or rather, not much less than any other punishment a woman can endure. Contrast this with the ordeal of a public trial in court before a crowd of curious and unforgiving onlookers. Contrast this with the misery of newspaper accounts of the crime, the trial, the punishment, the social status, the personal appearance of the unfortunate wandering creature. Compare with police cell, prison search, costume, cut

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hair, strict discipline, slave labor. We dare say that there is not a single prisoner in ten thousand who, given his choice, would not choose the severest punishment, together with the saving of his good name and self-respect, over a night in jail and an appearance in court, not to mention the other sufferings that followed. We believe that every decent woman who falls under the law's prohibition should have that option on her first offence, by signing a guilty plea to be kept in the files of the secret police; she should be immediately sentenced to a flogging of more or less severe proportions to her crime. This scourging must then be performed privately by women without delay, and she must be allowed to go her own way, her identity being scrupulously concealed, at least for the time being.

It is clear enough that Reinhard did not find the flogging demoralizing. He subdues three good-natured women to her, Lenchen herself, Leonora and young Minnie. None of them takes moral offense at this. On the contrary, they are all uplifted rather than corrupted in their principles by their punishment, a result that is not as evident compared to Lenchen's other prison experiences.

With these introductory remarks, we recommend to our readers the following narrative. Read it compassionately, we are sure, it will give deep satisfaction. It is a valuable continuation of sociology and its related science, penology. Therefore, it appeals to the intellect. But the senses and imagination are not ignored, and those who take an artistic or sensual pleasure in round, undulating feminine charms that are beautiful in intricate hues


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Strawberries and Cream, you will find great pleasure in reading the pages.


It used to be common in England to flog loose women. We take the following strange report from "LONDON SPY":—

8 Thence my friend took me to Bridewell, Judgment Day, to amuse myself by seeing the lust of some ladies of the town, chilled by a Cat-o-Nine-tails: . . . We then entered the gate of a stately building, which my friend said was Bridewell, and when I first entered it, it seemed to me more like a prince's palace than a penitentiary; until I looked around and saw in a large room a loathsome-looking band of mortals, stripped as reapers, crushing a weed which I thought from its unhappy looks seemed to threaten its destruction. . . From there we enter another courtyard, the buildings, which, like the previous ones, are wonderfully noble; where just in front of us there was another grid, indicating the abode of the women: we followed our noses and went up to have a look at these ladies, whom we found closed like nuns; but, like so many slaves, they were under the care and direction of an overseer, who went around with a very flexible official weapon, to correct the traveling women of Hempen, who were unfortunately troubled by the spirit of idleness. These smelled as bad as many goats in a Welsh gentleman's stall, or rather a litter of pissed children under the care of a parish sister; and looked as modestly as so many Newgate saints

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Canonized at Old Bail]/; They are as cheerful in their shameful drudgery, despite their miserable circumstances, as so many Jolly Crispins in an attic above St. Louis. Hugh's Bones, or Vulcans in a basement above the jolly Clinks of the Sledge and Anvil. Some looked so young that I found it very strange that they knew enough about sin in those years to have brought them into a state of misery so soon. . . Now, weary and astonished at the confidence and easygoing demeanor of these wretched degenerates, who had neither a sense of grace nor knowledge of virtue, fear of shame or fear of misery, my friend took me back to the first square and introduced me. a few steps into a spacious chamber where the court met in great pomp and order. A serious gentleman, whose ghastly appearance betrayed an upright citizen, sat in the judge's chair, armed with a gavel, like a changer at Lloyds Coffee House when he sells wares by the inch; and a woman under the whip in the next room; where folding doors were opened so that the entire court could see the punishment inflicted; At last the hammer dropped and the scourge ceased. I protested until I could not believe that I thought the malefactors were papal penitents, why were they lured thither by the deceit of their priests, to whip to buy auction. The noble court, I noticed, was mostly attended by young men in frilly capes and women in frilly aprons. Another charge, then raised by an idiot against a poor girl who had no boyfriend to speak for her, was proclaimed, namely: All who are willing must have present punishment, please raise your hands from her: What happened to deal: And so she was

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commanded the courtesy of the house, and was compelled to show her tender back and tempting breasts to the tomb-sages of the august assembly, who were moved by her unassuming countenance, together with the whiteness of her complexion, to give her only a gentle appearance of correction. (*)


by Edgar Jepson.

Women are charming and charming creatures, and as I confess in my belated eulogy of them that those of my married friends who spanked their wives were happier than those who did not, some ladies I knew shared with me some warmth and a pretty conclusive opinion. ar that if I hit them, they would kill me. I have no desire in the world to injure the delightful and delightful creatures: I have indeed my own business to attend to: and their being at large is their misfortune and not my fault. But I do not wish to appear that I have taken such an important matter seriously, and I feel that I will do what is within me to promote human and female happiness when I reap the benefits, which both races spring from, explain further from Wive-Flogging .

The oldest of all human customs, its adoption marked the final separation of man from the animals, which perish. Caveman sketches testify to his immense age, the hieroglyphs of the Egyptians connect him with historical times. The aphorism "Happy is the well-whipped woman" is certainly the first crystallization of Aryan meditation as "Neither kind words,

H Gbe Xon&on Spg. Xonoon, 1704, (S. 129, 136, 139, 140.)

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nor the luxurious offering of clothes, but the jasmine stem brings peace to a house”, the oldest crystallization of Semitic meditation. It was an honored practice in the Golden Age, on the very first morning of the world; strong people from the weak in the long history of history; adorned the most glorious periods in the annals of empires; it was the only conspicuous practice of the rare and brief advances of the human mind.

It is a commonplace for the historian that the domination of women is the bane of the people, and he will be able to tell exactly what stage of rise or fall a nation has reached by stating the proportion of women who beat them - conscientious, not batterers. of brutal or frivolous women - in it for the whole mass of its married men, and at what rate they increase or decrease. A nation rises very slowly to the highest point of progress compatible with national character, and during its rise the practice of beating women constantly increases. But once it reaches that peak, a general languor descends on the men, slowly spreading through all spheres of energy until they begin to whip their wives with less than scrupulous zeal. Gradually, the performance of this once pleasant and almost sacred duty becomes more and more exhausting; the sentimentalist's clamor discredits him; the fatal and pernicious habit of taking seriously the delightful and delightful creatures is rapidly decomposing the national spirit; and the nation runs down the road to destruction.

Indeed, we Britons have very little respect for the man who fails to consult his wife's welfare with a whip; but I fear the number of conscientious wives—

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The racket in the British Empire is not as big as it used to be. And there are still more than just a few years ago. Those who, like me, can remember the horrors of the Gladston era - culminating in the apotheosis of the bitch and the journey across England of pompous women screaming an insane gospel of the beating of a man into womanhood - will remember how few wives were flogged in that era. era. days. The country fell into the hands of the "street poor" who live off newspapers; they plunged into their foolish ways in search of something new and evil, forgetting all wisdom; weak and thin-blooded, they couldn't stand life and the woman could; until they made a fetish of her, utterly humiliated in the dust at her feet, and by mere clamorous figures forced into common practice the outrageous custom of sparing the rod and pampering the woman; and in a sentimental saturnalia were forgotten the maxims concerning the beating of women, the ancient laws governing domestic discipline and conjugal correction, on which the greatness of the Anglo-Saxon race was based.

We are, I like to think, a reaction to these extravagances. In fact, the street children still subsist with their newspapers, the sentimental cries and the ramps of the women without a whip; but the reasonable man has returned to the good practice of his forefathers, and regards them no longer as buzzing flies. But as the practice of flogging women has been forgotten for some time, inexperience prevents its real revival; and to the inexperienced I address myself. For this ancient and honorable custom is not to be despised, as careless young husbands think. I honestly think it is

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It is better not to hit a woman than to hit her inappropriately. Women are delightful and delightful creatures, but they are frail and fragile in sensibility; and for a high-spirited woman there is nothing more humiliating than being unduly beaten. She couldn't care less if she's slapped for a good or bad reason - reasons mean nothing to her - but she can't take things halfway, and when she's being whipped, she's quite right to demand a good spanking. In a tenderness of heart wholly misplaced, the novice in marriage believes that a few lashes will suffice - sometimes, in the early days of his extravagant affections, he may not be able to muster up the courage. He should firm up his resolve and prepare himself for the thought that use, and use only, will enable him to discharge his duty without pain. Have him lash his wife properly, that is, as close to insensibility as possible without doing violence to her feelings. A few cuts only heighten the turbulent spirit of revolt within her, wounding her pride without stirring up her devotion; while a woman properly whipped, so that the memory of the whipping will live for a fortnight, if she has any courage, she will rise to a level of passionate devotion to her husband that the unwhipped never dream of; at least she will show him that deep respect which is the only sure guarantee of marital happiness.

I play the best instrument to ensure your wife's passionate devotion to you. Silver satisfies a woman's luxurious taste for beauty and soothes her conceit with such gratitude that she will now be proud to keep it brilliantly polished. the precise,

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of course, meticulously adhering to the general rule of English law, will use a cane. But no husband whose aesthetic sensibilities have been properly cultivated can bear the unpleasant greens and blues left by a crushing rod; and this excitement of his sensibilities may end up making him careless when it comes to consulting his wife's best interests. While a really nice fellow is just as quick to expose himself to the inconvenience of putting on his mason's boots and kicking his wife because this is a democratic age than he is to use a nightstick because English law forbids it to be thicker than the thumb, though a whip that only cuts will serve you. However, we are slaves to circumstances; and it may very well happen to you, on a walk in the country, that you have such a serious disagreement with your wife that you cannot wait until you get home, but must settle the matter immediately. Therefore, in the face of such an emergency, it is good to carry a stick of light and make the most of it and strengthen yourself to bravely withstand the results of blue and green.

But far more important than the instrument is the posture you must adopt and the temper you must display when whipping your wife. Some men adopt a light-hearted, cheerful expression, others the scowl of the stage villain, still others an expression of cold sternness. Of these, dark melodrama is the best. The carefree air sorely wounds a woman's natural pride, as it makes flogging a matter of the moment; and you don't want to hurt your wife's feelings when you whip her. But cool, reasonable severity is deadly when you want to secure your wife's passionate devotion. A woman cannot understand the reason, and possession of her demeans and terrifies

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they are elusive, putting you far above them. It's best to pretend you're on fire with furious rage as you whip them; Always acting on the emotions of the moment, she will easily understand and approve of an action in you that seems to spring from passion. There is also a touch of weakness in furious anger; and, finally, she loves him because of his weaknesses: they bring him closer to her. With her charming and delicious power of twisted imagination, she will find in her possession an irrefutable proof of his love for her, and, far from being ashamed of her flogging, she will boast of it. In addition, acting on the impulse of irrepressible passion opens up a very easy path to reconciliation - you can reassure her that you were not responsible for what you did and make it clear that a similar wrongdoing on her part would require a similar approach to the evoked irresponsibility in your.

As to the frequency of lashes, it would be ridiculous to lay down a fixed rule; obviously it must vary with the woman. There are women with a hotness that requires constant temper, while for others an occasional spanking can go a long way. Indeed, I have reason to believe that there are women who do not need to be flogged, and I swear that I am trying to secure the greater good of that charming and charming creature, the common woman. Beyond her is the good woman, whom we know to be better than rubies and much rarer.


The following was reported by an eyewitness. Not more than a dozen years ago, an amusing scene

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of marital correction took place on the outskirts of Paris. A well-known and talented author used to hospitably receive his numerous friends - writers, artists and journalists - in his pretty villa, an hour's drive from the capital. A few years ago, he married a pretty girl, much younger than he was and not very intellectually gifted. However, despite the age difference, she was very attached to her husband, but she was very jealous and thought that the friends who sought him out, mostly men of literary importance, deceived him, and as a result, he was sometimes withdrawn for too long. time when he went to Paris. He then acquired the unfortunate habit of making all sorts of accusations, which degenerated into positive insults, whenever they dined with him in the country.

One day, when she was more forgetful than usual, rudely insulting an old and dear friend of her husband's family and despising him in front of several other people, her husband, a tall and powerful man, losing all his temper, he suddenly grabbed her, and before she had time to struggle, she was over his knee, lifting her petticoats, and, right there, in front of her astonished guests, gave him those hard spankings normally given to a mischievous child. Then he released her and the poor woman ran from the room, overcome with shame and confusion.

The lesson was difficult, but it was quite effective. From that day forward, Milady was a loving and contented wife, no longer jealous of her husband, nor venting her anger in front of or at the expense of her friends.

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With some ladies arguments are enough, with others caresses, but those who refuse to learn wisdom need accurate, severe and decisive blows.

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In cases of jealousy, we argue, it would be more sensible, humane, even Christian, to chastise than to crush; fix instead of kill. we defend


A beating, or a series of good beatings, should have sufficed in the next case, instead of the crushing and shameful humiliation which was resorted to.


Translated from the French by Anatole France,

Based on a Brantome chronicle.

There were great celebrations in Naples when the Prince of Venosa, who was a wealthy and powerful lord, married Donna Maria of the House of Avalos Illustrated. Twelve horse-drawn chariots covered in scales, feathers or fur to represent dragons, griffins, lions, lynxes, panthers or unicorns were filled with naked men and women, their bodies gilded, representing all the Olympian deities who had come to earth to participate in the wedding jubilee and so rode through the city. In one of the cars was a little boy with wings kicking three ugly ugly old women. Above the car was a sign.

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painted with this motto: love conquers destiny. This was supposed to mean that the couple had a long and happy life ahead of them. But it was a false prophecy that their love would be stronger than fate. One day, two years after the wedding, Dona Maria d'Avalos, while a peddler, saw the Duke d'Andria, who was handsome and well built, and fell in love with him. Being humble, of high birth, respectful of her reputation, and in that early youth, when women were not bold enough to gratify her desires, she did not send an intermediary to the Lord for an appointment in a church or in a house to arrange your home. . She hid her feelings and waited for her lucky star to bring her what became dearer to her than life in an instant. She didn't have to wait long. For the Duke of Andria, finding her beautiful, immediately came to visit the Prince of Venosa. Finding D. Maria alone in the palace, he begged with loving perseverance what she was willing and even determined to grant him. Without hesitation, she led him to his room and surrendered to him. And when he thanked her for giving in to her wishes, she replied:

"Monsignor, the wish was more mine than yours. It was I who wished we were in each other's arms as we are now, in this bed, where I will receive you whenever you come."

And from that day on, Donna Maria d'Avalos received the Duke d'Andria in her room whenever he came, which happened very often, because the Prince of Venosa hunted a lot and sometimes spent whole weeks with his friends enjoying themselves in a of their country houses.

While Donna Maria was lying with her lover, her nurse Lucia stopped at the door and told her

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pearls, and trembled that the prince should return unexpectedly.

Because his jealous and violent character was well known. His enemies accused him of cunning and cruelty. They said he was a cross between a hound and a fox, and a worse beast than either. But friends of his praised him for never forgetting a kindness and never tolerating an insult.

The lovers' pleasure lasted three whole months without fear or worry when one morning the wet nurse came into Donna Maria's room and said:

K Listen to me, my beautiful pearl! I didn't come to talk about flowers or sweets, but about a serious and terrible matter. The Prince of Venosa has heard bad things about you and the Duke d'Andria. I just saw him in the yard riding his horse. He bit his mustache, which is a bad sign. He was talking to two men who looked like murderers and I heard him say, 'Watch without being seen'. The noble prince told them so. Unfortunately he didn't say anything else when he saw me. My beautiful pearl, it is so true that there is heaven above, if the prince catches you with the Duke of Andria he will kill you both. And then what will become of me? "

The nurse spoke like that for a long time, but Donna Maria didn't answer, except to send her away.

As it was spring, the lady went for a walk in the field with some of her friends that day. And as they walked along a path between two rose bushes, one of the ladies said:

"Donna Maria, dogs tend to follow travellers, and we are being followed by a large black and white dog."

The princess turned her head and recognized a domini

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Can Monk, who came every day to the courtyard of the Palacio Venosa in summer and warmed himself in the kitchen in winter.

However, when the nurse discovered that her mistress was ignoring her warning, she went to the Duke of Andria. He had every reason to fear that the secret of their love affair would unfortunately be discovered. The night before, he had been chased by two thugs armed with daggers, and he had killed one of them, causing the other to flee. The Duke had no doubt that these assassins had been sent by the Prince of Venosa.

"Lucia," he said to the nurse, "I am very afraid of all the dangers that threaten D. Maria d'Avalos, as much as I am. Tell her that, as much as I feel the loss, I will not see her again until the the prince's suspicions be clarified."

That same night, the nurse brought this message to Donna Maria, who listened impatiently and bit her lip until it bled.

Knowing that the prince was out of the house at that moment, she ordered the nurse to summon Duke Andria immediately and bring him to her room. When he arrived, she said to him:

"Monsignor, going a day without seeing you is a terrible torture. I'll have the courage to die, but I don't have the courage to bear your absence. You shouldn't love me if you don't have the same courage. You shouldn't love me if you prefer anything in the world to my love - whether it be my honor or my life. So decide whether you will continue to see me every day or never see me again.”

He replied:

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'Then, madam, let us take what luck we can, for misfortune is sure to come.

On that day, which was a Thursday, they stayed together for a long time, hugging each other. Nothing important happened until the following Monday, when the prince informed his wife that he was going with a large retinue to Rome, where the pope, to whom he was related, had ordained him. In fact, twenty saddled horses were waiting in the yard. Then the prince kissed his wife's hand, as was his habit when he was absent for a long time. When he mounted his horse, he turned to her and said, 'God bless you, Donna Maria!' and went out with all her companions.

As soon as she found him outside the city, the princess ordered her wet nurse to call Duke Andria. The old woman asked him to postpone a meeting that he was sure would end badly.

"My dove," she said on her knees and with her hands folded; 8 Don't send for Duke Andria today. All last night I heard the prince's servants sharpening their weapons. Also, the good monk who comes to the kitchen every day to get his food has just knocked over a salt shaker with his mango. Give your lover some rest, my dear. You'll be even happier when you see him, and he'll love you even more."

But Donna Maria d'Avalos replied:

"Sister, if he isn't here in fifteen minutes, I will send you back to your brother's house in the mountains."

And when Duke Andria came to her, she received him with great joy.

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"My lord," she told him, "our day will be happy and our night even better. I will guard you until dawn."

And immediately they started kissing and hugging. Then they took off their clothes, went to bed and hugged each other for so long that at night they found themselves clinging to their chests. So, as they were very hungry, Donna Maria took out of her bridal box a chicken pie, some preserved fruit and a bottle of wine that she had provided. After they ate and drank as much as they wanted under a thousand tricks of love, the moon came up and shone so brightly through the window that they wanted to greet it. They stood on the porch and breathed the cool night air and watched the fireflies flit through the dark bushes. Everything was silent except for the chirping of insects in the grass. Then a step echoed in the street, and Donna Maria recognized the mendicant monk who haunted the palace kitchen and courtyard, whom she had met one day while walking among the flowers with two ladies. She gently closed the window and got back into bed with her lover. They had been lying there for an hour, holding each other and murmuring the sweetest words that love had ever inspired, in Naples or anywhere else in the world, when suddenly they heard the sound of footsteps and weapons on the stairs; at the same time, they saw a red glow through the cracks in the door. Then they heard the nurse's voice shout: “Most Holy Virgin! I'm dead." Duke Andria jumped up, grabbed his sword and said:

“Come on, Dona Maria! We have to jump out the window.” But as he stepped onto the balcony and leaned over it, he saw that the street was guarded by armed men.

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Then he returned to Donna Maria, who told him:

"It's all over! But I don't regret anything I did, my dear sir."

"That was well said," he replied, hurrying to get dressed.

The door swayed under heavy blows and the boards began to splinter.

"I would like to know who betrayed us," he said.

As he fumbled for his shoes, the door opened and several men with guns and torches burst into the chamber. The Prince of Venosa was among them, shouting:

"Down with the gallant! Kill him! Kill him!"

The Duke stopped in front of the bed on which Donna Maria was lying and attacked the three men who attacked him (there were six lackeys of the Prince in all) and, although blinded by the light of the torches, he managed to deflect several blows, and even some dangerous ones, but trapping his foot in the remains of the meal strewn across the floor, he fell backwards. As he lay on his back, a sword was pointed at his throat; he grabbed the blade with his left hand, and the man who drew it cut off three of his fingers and bent his sword. As Duke Andria rose to his elbows, one of his attackers struck him in the head, cracking his skull. Then the six men pounced on him and finished him off so quickly they were injured.

This done, the Prince of Venosa ordered them to retreat and advance towards Donna Maria d'Avalos, who until then had been sitting on the edge of the church.


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bed, he pushed her with the point of his sword into the corner of the room where the wedding chest was, and holding her in the corner he said: ■ Puttana!*

Embarrassed to be naked, she tried to pull some of the covers over her body, but he stopped her with a sword slash that grazed her side.

She stood against the wall, covering her charms with her hands and arms, and waited.

He kept yelling, "Puttana!"

But since he didn't kill her, she was scared. He saw this and said with joy:

"You are scared!"

But she pointed her finger at the lifeless body of Duke Andria and replied:

"Fool! What should I fear now?" and in order not to look frightened, she tried to remember a song she had often sung when she was young, and began humming it under her breath.

The prince, enraged to see her defying him, stabbed her in the stomach and shouted:

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She stopped singing and said:

"Monsieur, I haven't confessed for two years."

With these words, the prince of Venosa reminded her that if she died condemned, her spirit would come at night and take him to hell. He asked:

"Do you want to confess?"

She thought for a moment and then shook her head.

a It is useless. I cannot save my soul. I do not regret it. I can't, I won't regret it. I love him! I love him! Let me die in his arms! "

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Suddenly, she thrust her sword aside, threw herself on Duke Andria's bloodied corpse, and embraced him.

Seeing this, the Prince of Venosa lost his temper and didn't want to let her suffer any longer before killing her. He ran the sword across her body. She cried *Jesus! " turned, then she rose; a slight shudder ran through all her limbs, and she fell dead. He again stabbed her several times in the stomach and chest. Then he said to his servants:

"Throw these two corpses at the base of the grand staircase and throw open the palace doors so all can see how I avenge an injustice."

He ordered his lover's corpse to be stripped like the other. The servants obeyed and the bodies of Duke Andria and Dona Maria lay naked at the foot of the stairs all day. Passers-by flocked to have a look, and the news of the murder that spread through the city drew a crowd of onlookers out of the palace. Some said:

"It was well done!" Others, and by far the majority, took pity but dared not weep for the prince's victims for fear of being ill-treated by the armed footmen who guarded the bodies. The boys searched the princess's body for traces of the beauty that had caused her downfall; and the children whispered explanations of the tragedy to one another.

Donna Maria was lying on her back. Her lips were pulled back, her teeth were showing, and she appeared to be laughing. Her eyes were wide open and all white. Six wounds were seen, three on the abdomen which was swollen.

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two on the chest and one on the neck. The last one bled profusely, and the dogs came and licked up the blood.

At dusk, the prince ordered that resin torches be placed on the bronze rings attached to the palace walls, as on great occasions, and that large fires be lit in the courtyard so that the curious could see the criminals. At midnight, a pious widow brought cloths which she spread over the corpses, but by order of the prince these cloths were soon torn off.

The Spanish ambassador, having heard of the shameful treatment inflicted on a lady of the Spanish house of Avalos, came himself to plead earnestly with the Prince of Venosa to put an end to the crimes that offended the memory of the Duke of Pescura, the uncle, of Donna Maria and from the illustrious dead from whom she descended, but could not get satisfaction and wrote a letter to His Catholic Majesty about it. The bodies were left shamefully exposed. At the end of the night, when no more onlookers appeared, the servants withdrew.

A Dominican friar, who had been standing outside the door all day, slipped through under the smoky glow of the dying torches, threw himself on the corpse of Donna Maria d'Avalos and raped him.


Whipping the woman sometimes leads to serious consequences when the beatings are accompanied by brutality.

Not many years ago, in a town in southern Germany, there lived a doctor who administered the baton to his beautiful wife at the slightest opportunity. He was very jealous and saw fit to practice flogging

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on his wife's body so many times that she ended up complaining to her friends and, on their advice, divorced.

We hear of a case in the same country where the husband himself did not make the correction, but referred the matter to the church authorities, who carried it out just as efficiently. This lady was of great beauty and had many admirers. On her husband's orders, one night she was dragged out of bed, carried out of the house, placed in a closed car, and driven to an unknown location. There she was interrogated and asked to reveal the names of her worshippers, but as she continued to refuse, she was severely flogged with a rod and after a few days was brought back to her husband when her worshipers had gathered for her a valuable gift, as a reward for their faithfulness and their silence. In a somewhat milder manner, but also with the rod (although we do not know which husbands sanctioned or ordered the procedure), a canon in Limburg punished the transgressions of beautiful married women who came to him for confession. Of course, they did not resist and had to patiently endure the punishment.


Woman is *shy by nature and hard to please. "While some of this odd sex take correction badly, others get sick when they withhold spanking. The following example seems to illustrate the remarks made at the beginning of this article

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necessary to satisfy the tastes of the ladies, but in this case one application seems to have satisfied the birch craving completely. A lady of good family was married to a young magistrate of great wealth and kindness, who looked after her with the greatest care. Her smallest wishes were immediately satisfied; Absolute mistress of the house, nothing was denied her, and her husband became her submissive slave. But in spite of all the joy of that beautiful honeymoon, the young wife suddenly became melancholy and cross; then the poor husband redoubled his attentions and caresses, even begging her on his knees to tell him what was wrong with her. At last she yielded to his request, replying that she had a desire so intense, irrepressible, and extraordinary that she would rather die than make it known. Of course, this only had the effect of making him more eager to hear what that desire was and to gratify it if possible, and after several days of prayer and earnest pleading, she admitted that she wanted a spanking! - not with blows of the fist or with the feet, but to be beaten vigorously with a stick, sharp and fast, in a way that completely satisfied that ridiculous desire. The husband looked at her in surprise and thought that she had lost her mind: if she was not satisfied, he would put her to bed and treat her as if she had a serious illness. A doctor was consulted, who relieved, but even more surprised, the grieving husband, immediately acceding to the patient's request and prescribing birch as the only remedy for these whims, recommending only that the part of his person that he least cares about be whipped associated with to any danger. The husband, so to speak

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Leaving himself to his own devices, he then decided to comply with the doctor's prescription and one day, taking advantage of an unpleasant whim of his wife, he took a stick and applied it with good seriousness in the indicated region. From that moment on, the young woman was completely satisfied and cured.


The following delightful account of beating a medieval woman is given to all students of %C8 (Tent IfiOUVelleS

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Not long ago there lived in Tours a merchant who, to pamper the parish priest and other worthy friends, bought a large and beautiful lamprey and sent it home, giving his wife, as she knew, the special order. do to cook it properly: and be sure, he said, "that the meal is ready by noon, for I will bring the pastor and some other guests" (whom he named) - "Everything will be ready, he said to her, "Bring whomever you like." She cooked a great dish of fine fish; but as for the lamprey, she assigned it to the Franciscan monastery, to her bosom friend, saying, 'Ah! Brother Bernhard, why do you it is not here! or, if it suits you better, take it to your room, and I must not fail to do so.

( J ) This witty book, which the present publisher produced in a first English translation after it had been buried in the original for 450 years, and was prevented from reaching England by the postal authorities, no doubt at the instigation of some self-proclaimed society of purity" that generally lift more dirt than gravel.

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Come and keep him company.” With great regret, the good wife began to prepare the lamprey for her husband, while she wondered how she could leave it for the monk. She thought and pondered until she decided to attack an old woman who knew her secret to bring it to him, which she did, informing him that she would come to dinner and sleep when the Franciscan master saw this splendid lamprey and the lady was notified of its arrival, may imagine how happy and contented he was, and he told the old woman that if he could get a good wine the lamprey should not have the right to be cheated at dinner time. The wife returned to her mistress and told her her mission. About noon our merchant comes home with the vicar and some other merry companions to devour the lamprey, which is now out of his reach. When they entered the merchant's house, he led them straight down the street into the kitchen, to see that beautiful lamprey which they would do justice to; and he called his wife and said to her, 8 Show us our lamprey, that our friends may know whether I made a good deal with it.” “What lamprey?” she says. "The lamprey I sent you to lunch, with the other fish. '8 I didn't see a lamprey,' said she, 'I think you're dreaming. Here's a carp, two pikes, and I don't know what other fish;-"What !" he said, "you think I'm drunk?" - "I think so", said the pastor and the others; "You don't look any different today! - "By God", says the woman, 8 he is mocking you, because I certainly haven't seen any lampreys this year."

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And the good husband exclaimed angrily: * You lied, rascal, you ate it or hid it somewhere, I swear to you, a lamprey never cost you so much. “Then he turned to the vicar and his other guests and swore by death and a hundred oaths that he had sent his wife a lamprey that cost him a franc. And they, to torment and infuriate him even more, pretended not to believe him and said, as if annoyed: “We were invited to dinner by so-and-so and we gave up everything to come here because we thought about eating a lamprey, but, as we see , does not contradict us.” The innkeeper, furious, took a stick and went to his wife to place it tightly around her, and he certainly would have done so if the others had not prevented him, and forced him to go out with them, where they did their best to calm him down as best they could, as they saw him so depressed. So when that lamprey left them, the parish priest set the table, and they made the table the best meal they could get. The good lady with the lamprey sent for one of her neighbors, a widow, but beautiful and plump, and had her dine with her. me a unique pleasure; and if you do this for me, you will be so well rewarded that you will certainly like it.'- 'And what do you like me to do?' said the other. "I'll tell you," she said,

  • My husband is so passionate about his work it's amazing

Wonderful; and, indeed, he spun me so round last night, that by my faith! I can't bear to wait for him again tonight. So I'm asking you to take my place and if there's anything I can do for you, for you

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will find me ready body and soul." The good neighbor, to do her pleasure and service, gladly took his place, for which she was very, very grateful for the other lamprey, when he had finished eating, made a great big stock of good birch boughs, which he took home secretly and hid at the foot of the bed, intending to serve his wife properly with them that night He did not do it so secretly, but she suspected very well, and knowing from experience the how cruel he was, she pretended not to see anything Her husband didn't eat at home but stayed out long enough for him when he got home he probably expected to find her naked in bed, but his venture failed because at dusk and it was late , the neighbor let her undress and sit on the bed, with the express request not to say a word to her husband when he came, but pretending to be mute and unwell, put out the fire in the fireplace, in the kitchen and also from the closet. After that, she recommend I told her friend that as soon as her husband got up in the morning, she should go home. The other also promised this. The neighbor already installed and in bed, our brave lady went to the Franciscan monastery to eat the lamprey and obtain her absolution, as was her custom.

While she was there scoffing, we must say that the merchant returned to his house after supper full of rage and muttering about the lamprey. And to carry out what he had decided in his mind, he took the birches and, holding them in his hand, searched far and wide for a candle that he could find.

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not find it, not even in the chimney. Seeing this, he went to bed without saying a word and slept until dawn, when he got up and dressed, and taking his birch sticks, beat his wife's adjunct so badly that he nearly quartered her, reminded her of the lamprey and put her in such a state that she was bleeding all over her body: even the bed sheets were stained with blood everywhere, as if an ox had been slaughtered there; but the poor martyr dared not say a word or show her face. At last the birches came into play and he was tired; so he left. And the poor woman who hoped to satisfy herself with amorous banter. merciful pastime, soon afterwards she went to her own house and lamented her pain and ordeal, not without threatening and cursing her neighbor. While her husband was away, the good woman from the monastery returned home to find the birch branches strewn about her room, the bed overturned, and the sheets stained with blood. She immediately saw what had become of her neighbor's body, as she rightly expected; and without stopping or hesitating for a moment, she made the bed again, put on fresh, clean sheets, and swept the room. After that she went to her neighbor who found her in a miserable state and it is fair to say that she found no one to talk to. As soon as she could, she returned home, lay down, stark naked, in the beautiful bed she had so well made, and slept very well until her husband returned from town, changed, as it were, by his anger at her change, and approached his wife, whom he found sleeping in bed. "What now, my lady?" he said: *it's not time

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stand? " - ' Oh my God!" she said, "Is that clear? By my oath! I never heard you get up "I think," said he, "you must have dreamed of the lamprey, haven't you? There would be nothing wonderful about that, for I remembered it well this morning.' - 'By God', she said, 'I don't remember you or your lamprey.' so quickly?" - "Forgotten? she said, 'I never pay much attention to dreams.' - 'And beyond the dream,' he says, 'what about the handful of birch branches I killed for you less than two hours ago? I know very well that this must be amply attested in our bed sheets.' - 'By my faithfulness, good friend,' she replied, 'I don't know what you did or dreamed of, but as for me, I very much remember that this morning you played with me the game of love with a good appetite; I didn't know anything else! Maybe you dreamed of giving me something else like you did yesterday when you sent me Neuraute? "It would be a really weird thing," he said. “Let’s see if I can see you.” She came undone and threw the sheets to the floor, revealing herself completely naked with no bruises or injuries. He could also see the thin, unstained white sheets. He was more surprised than I can say and began to meditate and think deeply. He stayed like that for a while. But at last, well overdue, he said, "In my oath, my dear, I thought I had beaten you so hard this morning until you bled, but now I see that it was not so." ' she said, 'dispel such percussive thoughts, for you never touched me: you can see and perceive it well now. remember you dreamed

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like you did yesterday with the lamprey.” - “I know now,” he said, “that you spoke the truth; so I beg your pardon and fully acknowledge that I was wrong yesterday in insulting you in front of the strangers I brought home. reckless and hasty about your business as you are used to. "Neither do I, my dear," he answered.

Thus, as you have heard, the merchant was deceived by his wife, who believed that he had brought the lamprey, for which he made the price and the account, as it is written and related.

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Wives were not always so successful at being flogged by prosecutors. A gay Frenchwoman used to live there, who kept the most unreasonable working hours; her whole mind was on nothing but balls and masquerades, and she never minded her husband's barely concealed grief, so that in time he became quite dissatisfied with her actions and resolved to be very explicit. So one day he said to her: 8 My love, aren't the days long enough, but the nights too should be devoted to her pleasure? I must insist that you come home at a certain time; If you don't mind this instruction, I have a foolproof method for bringing you back to your senses; and in this matter I will be both judge and prosecutor.” The fair lady, knowing that her joys lay in innocence, ignored his objections and returned home late at night.

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she hardly dreamed of the infallible cure her husband had in store. He had prepared an extremely rare collection of green birch twigs three days before; and that they might tickle the lady for some reason, he soaked them well in brine. He was waiting for his lady to appear, as soon as she entered the apartment he ran and took her in his arms, which the lady thought he was just doing for fun; but a volley of blows from the birch, delivered by her indignant husband's arm, soon convinced her of her error. In vain did she scream and cry for help, and all in vain did she resist her superior strength, for he continued to lash her until she was in a completely penitent frame of mind. The next day she complained heavily to her friends, who just laughed at the seriocomic adventure. In the end, she thought it wise to remain silent and change her way of life, fearing another flogging and not wanting to prove her husband's infallible cure once more.

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But some may find this case too vague; well, here's another new one for super-believers to check out. The judge's decision appears to sanction healthy, not overdone, marital discipline.

Punish the wife: 8 TWO CANE CUTS." C 1 )

John C. Fleming, stockbroker, 46, Cathles-road, Balham, was summoned to South-Western Court by his wife, who was seeking a cruel divorce.

(') "Daily Chronicle,* May 23, 1900.

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The claimant said that they were married in November and that she had to leave him in April because of his cruelty. He constantly bullied her and hit her with a stick as if she were a naughty child.

ACCUSED: I spanked him three times. The defendant complained of the wife's untruth. One night, he said, she got out of bed and left the room wearing only her nightgown when he asked her where she was going. She replied to get some water. He said to spank her if she didn't put on extra clothes. She refused and on her return he gave her two cuts with his stick.

Mr. Garrett denied the subpoena.

There is no excuse for such brutality, as the following case reveals; the man himself, we think, must have been taken away by the woman's kinsmen, and cut to pieces with the same whip. let the world judge


Charges of inhumane conduct were brought before Battersea High Court yesterday when Mr. Braxton Hicks was conducting an examination of the body of 28-year-old Ella Eliza Newton, who is believed to have died as a result of her husband's violence.

The man, John Newton, is a teamster in the employ of Messrs. Fremlin Brothers of Maidstone, and lives at 72 Beaufoy-road, Battersea. He was formerly at the West Riding of Yorkshire Constabulary in Wyke and was taken to Holloway Prison court where he is held on remand and charged with causing his wife's death.

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Evidence from the deceased's neighbors showed that the woman was subject to a system of gross abuse by her husband, who allegedly beat her constantly with a belt or stick. There were frequent arguments and incessant screaming as the man allegedly "whipped" his wife. Mrs. Bradbury said the deceased was beaten for forty minutes on weekday Saturdays. Miss Bradbury testified that the woman's screams were shocking. The poor woman was all bruised up once she saw Newton whipping his wife with a dog whip.

The investigation was postponed.


While there may be no more effective cure for irritability and the common green sickness in girls, some girls resist being spanked just because of misconceptions about their own importance. Madame Roland protested vehemently against the humiliation of a beating and, in her memoirs, tells one or two remarkable personal stories. Her father, a choleric man, used to beat her when she was a girl; She has bitten the thigh more than once, upon which she was placed to be flogged. One day, when she refused to take medicine, she was ordered to be flogged. When she was invited to take it again and refused, she was whipped a second time with even greater severity. Another day, when a similar punishment was about to be inflicted, she became violent in her resistance, and thus excited her father; but when she saw her mother in tears, she relented and humbly accepted her punishment for that time. But she

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she was determined to get her point across - to die rather than give in - and for that she was never flogged again.

Here is a recent case of a young man being terrified of the whip to death.


Our Portsmouth correspondent reports that a young seaman named Palmer, classified as a first class boy and serving aboard the flagship of the Channel Squadron, the Majestic, recently attempted suicide to avoid a beating. The incident caused an uproar aboard the ship. It appears that he had shown negligence in piloting a boat, and Captain De Chair ordered him to be given four cuts with a ship's cable cane. He was about to apply this penalty when the boy suddenly put the barrel of a small derringer pistol in his mouth and pulled the trigger. Before those around him realized what had happened, he fell to the deck, unconscious. The bullet went off, hit the back of the cheekbone near the ear, and the boy will likely recover.


Military scandal in Russia.

An old family aristocrat named Subkoff felt he had good reason to be jealous because of the connections between his wife and Lieutenant Kutchoff, who was stationed in a neighboring garrison. He then challenged the lieutenant to a duel, and one fine morning he came

(') "Daily Telegraph", 27. Okt. 1900. H "Daily News", June 1900.


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two, accompanied by the challenger's brother-in-law, a nobleman named Maikoff, and a lieutenant of the bugle regiment, went to the ground chosen for the duel.

On the way, the four visited an inn, and the result of the "firewater" was a fight between Subkoff and his brother-in-law, which led to fights. Lieutenant Kutchoff evidently found a fight with fists a more convenient way to decide the duel than with pistols, and so he joined the fight.

Subkoff came out in second place and, after being knocked out, he was tied hand and foot and thrown into the river with the help of the coachman. The water was not deep, but the unfortunate man would certainly have drowned in his unconscious state if some peasants had not come to his aid.

When Subkoff regained consciousness, he flew towards his noble brother-in-law and the two officers took his side, with the result that Subkoff was soon overpowered and re-tied.

The officers stripped him to the waist, and while one held his feet and the other his head, Maikoff gathered a bundle of thistles and used them to whack the man's bare back.

The policemen finished off with beatings and kicks and, after freshening up at the inn, took the man home in a carriage and, before releasing him, finished the job with a whip.

After his recovery, the injured party filed a complaint with the judiciary, with the result that Maikoff was stripped of his noble titles and asked to emigrate to Tomsk, Siberia, for twelve years. Lieutenant Kutschof also disappeared.

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In the tsar's kingdom, warming begins on the threshold of marital relations and lasts long after the honeymoon is forgotten. How happy the husband must be so able to assert his authority! How obediently did the bride so early teach to walk in the path of conjugal obedience! We quote: – The ritual lashes that the bride receives from her future husband, a custom existing among all Slavic nations and among other Indo-European peoples ('), are also explained today by the words spoken by the groom when he crosses the distributed lashes, as by comrades' songs, and even by scholars' comments, as a sign of woman's submission to her husband. M. Soumtzov, it seems, gives a very plausible explanation of its primitive meaning. He finds in them an analogy with the ritual beatings of the Luperci during the Lupercalia of the ancient Romans and with the scented whips of the Asvines, symbolizing the morning and evening dew that brought fertility to the fields. (two)

This view is confirmed by customs kept in many places when the bridegroom is content

(*) See Soumtzov, Sur les usos nupt., p. 94., Krauss, Customs and Customs of the South Slavonic, p. 385; Boyev. K. Bratchnomou Pravou Bolgar {Sur les Us. Jurid-Bulg.) p. 40; Liebrecht, Volkskunde, pp. 376-377; Laumier, Cerem. nup, pg. 91; Holz, The Wedding Day, II, pp. 48, 118; in the Kazan government, among the Cheremis, the bride does not immediately enter the bridal carriage, she only climbs into it and then withdraws. This was repeated three times until the leader of the party gave her three lashes with his whip (Smirnoff, Les Tcheremisses, pp. 130-131).

(4) Soumtzov. Ext. S. 94, 95.

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fanning his bride on all sides with a long whip, (')

or whips the trainer with it while driving around him. ( I )

The above information can also be viewed on the

Custom cultivated in Belarus to awaken youth

Couple from their wedding sofa, giving them

Whips, like actually the whip or the dummy

in most wedding ceremonies.

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An incredible story.

The St. Petersburg correspondent of an East Prussian newspaper reproduces from the Tiflis "Listok" a case of unbelievable torture that allegedly took place in a Belgian steelworks in the Caucasus. For some time there seem to have been riots among the workers in a mine belonging to Belgian capitalists near the village of Ladon in the Terek region, the cause of which was the beating of workers for petty crimes. Recently, a sum of money has inexplicably disappeared from the safe, not a single lock on the door has been picked, not a single key has been missing. Suspicion fell on ten of the minors, and really only boys. The directors felt no need to call the police, but they held the boys for three days and kept them without food so they confessed to the theft. In the absence of a confession, the director and six Belgian foremen entered the room and, after the boys had undressed, chased them with sticks while one threatened to kill them.

(') Soumtsov. He eats. S. 100-194. 95. (a) "Westminster Gazette, May 1, 1900."

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unless they say they stole the money. This was also unsuccessful and the young people were treated individually. Her eyelids were lifted and holes were made in them with needles. The screaming victims were then thrown against the wall and when they fell, being hit in the chest and stomach with sticks, they were still knocked out. But that didn't help the poor fellows, as their tormentors doused them in cold water until they regained consciousness, and then they resumed their evil work. But as the boys' bodies were covered in blood and horribly swollen, a new medicine had to be developed. The executioners therefore began pulling out some of their teeth and unsuccessfully stuffing large stones into their mouths, tying their lower jaws with a piece of leather and then hitting them on the foreheads with the butt of a revolver. Eventually, in their agony, the boys lost all control over themselves and admitted to stealing the money.

The case came to the attention of the police, and the men were reported to the Public Ministry.

Beaten Russian serfs.

The despotic power once vested in the Russian landlords has happily been destroyed. Serfdom was abolished. In practice, perhaps, the old conditions are still alive. Let's hope, however, that cases like the following are rare.

A beautiful servant was betrothed to one of his wards. But her master wished the girl to become her mistress, and as she resolutely rejected this humiliation, he decided to have her flogged: a sort of accusation, then.

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truncated against her, and on this false accusation she was

sent to prison and the bedroom door locked.

After she was stripped completely naked, she was laid on a

Bench, with two holes at one* end, through which the arms pass

asked: then some men grabbed her by the head and

feet while another whipped her until she was covered

Blood, so bad she didn't recover

Effects of flogging for three months.

"English in Russia" mentions that a lady

of the highest rank, having claimed the privilege of a lady, in a

Maskenball, who whispers in the Kaiser's ear, let

some rather indiscreet suggestions fall through. followed by home

As a spy, she was summoned by Count Orloff the next day.

Office; where she was pointed to a chair upon arrival,

and questioned in silence. Now she was gently left

to a lower chamber where she was energetic

like a child, for some

invisible human. The “Englishwoman” attests to this.

truth of this anecdote. She knew the lady and had her

the story of a close family friend. (')

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“Barbarian Russia!” exclaims the stubborn reader with a shudder, at the thought of the cut she would have had to inflict on her own beautiful language if Providence had brought her into the world in the great northern kingdom. No, not so fast, fair, with your sweeping judgments: because here on our doors, so to speak, in "civilized and modern" America, women are still being dragged from their warm beds and cruelly beaten and abandoned, and for what you

(*) For full accounts of these gruesome and secret police floggings, see

"flbemofrs of a "fiSallet=<5irl."


Gods.! In the name of false modesty, modesty is even more shocked than "white hat" shame. To be ashamed of trying by moonlight to eradicate marital sin, freeing terrified delinquents from chemization in front of masked men ready to apply the hissing whip.

Beating by “white hats”.

Currently, Delaware is the only state in America where flogging is a legal punishment. It is inflicted only on men, always on the shoulders and upper back. It is very common.

A recent Virginia law would prohibit the flogging of people unable to pay fines in smaller courts. If the law is valid, it would apply to women. A man was whipped from below, with his back bare. A young girl was condemned with him, but the magistrate dismissed her with a sermon before her clothes were removed.

Whipping is very common in prisons, correctional institutions, and nursing homes or institutions of all kinds in all parts of the country. I think it's more commonly used on boys, then girls until -- say 14 years old. However, it is very common in girls and women of all ages, but quite rare - though not entirely unused - in adult men. "Revelations" about the flogging of women and girls are almost constant in newspapers in one part of the country or another. It is strongly condemned, strongly maintained, constantly banned, and sooner or later invariably restored, with or without permission. There is currently controversy in New York and New Jersey over its use in women's correctional facilities in those two states, located in the cities of Hudson and Trenton, respectively. was abolished

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in the first and ever since, the inmates are in a hysterically tumultuous state; – 8 knockouts”, technically says; - Furniture is destroyed, officers are attacked and chaos reigns. As I write this, the institution's directors are in session to consider the desirability of reintroducing corporal punishment, the maximum penalty for misconduct.

As far as enforced, I estimate the punishment for women and girls would be something like this:

In men In women On the back On the buttocks Bare skin

3 cases out of 10

7 , „ , 10 2 , „» 10

8 ,» . 10

9 „ , , 10

in these two classes sheets, chenise or drawers.

a cape 1

at rank 1

On the bench or table 8

otherwise 1

Private 5

Audience 5

With oar 4

"Martinet" 4 stick or whip 3 whip 1 hand or other instrument 1

Seriously injured person 7

10 10 10 10




10 10 10 10


performed on the lap, in the middle, or by assistants.

i.e. in front of other immates.

of fine wood or hard leather, of cord or leather, such as tawse or cat-o'-nire tails.

Slipper, hairbrush, carrying rope, rubber hose and machine belt in documents.

bruises and welts.

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Permanently like this: 1 ju> of 1 cases of 10 blood draws 2 "" n 10

Punishment slightly 1 " "» 10

The flogging of women in prison camps in Georgia and Florida caused a huge scandal. It is always added to the hindquarters of the rabbit. Sometimes the recipient is completely or nearly naked. It is often run by black K-drivers, even for white females, though always under the orders of a white officer. It is believed to be closely linked to the sexual abuse of women by officers on their behalf.

"White capping" is the flogging of lynch law. It can be heard sporadically across the country, but has been systematic in parts of Indiana for many years. Men and women were the victims, usually accused of lewd living. About 75% of the victims were men. They were usually separated from their wives at night, stripped naked and tried to climb trees. They were flogged all over, but mostly on the back and shoulders, the instrument being a walnut wood. The lashes were terribly severe, 100 or more lashes were given.

Women were - occasionally are - taken from their homes at night, but were always allowed to keep a shirt or nightgown. They are tied to trees like the men, or placed over a felled log, an upturned horse trough, or other suitable couch. Almost invariably they are, or have been, flogged on the buttocks, with their only clothes being lifted off in at least nine out of ten cases and the beatings applied to bare flesh. Sometimes walnut is used, but often a slat (i.e. a long, thin slat of hard wood) is substituted for it. It causes scratches and bruises

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without hurting the skin. Many women were horribly flogged. Decent peasant women received from fifty to a hundred lashes on their bare buttocks in the presence of forty or fifty men, their display being completed by the fine torches carried by the men in white caps. (The name comes from the masks worn by lynchers.)

Flogging is not uncommon in the domestic circle, although it usually lasts for fourteen years, particularly among girls. However, cases are emerging in the police and other courts showing that parents occasionally beat young women in their 20s and 30s - which in this country always means buttock whipping. In recent years, there has been more than one case where a young woman who was secretly married was welcomed home with a warm application of a slipper or hairbrush to the sitting part of her anatomy. Evidence in divorce cases also shows that husbands frequently employ the same method of disciplining, but it is noteworthy that the palm of their good right hand is the weapon they commonly employ against the plump charms of their rosy wives. Of course, I make a distinction here from purely vulgar beatings of women. I am only referring to cases of regular child discipline from ancient times.

I will end with the chapter or section titles that I established a year or two ago as the basic framework for a book I had to write about the flogging of women in America:

1. The whiplash in the old colonial days.

2. General prevalence at the time (some

as above.)

3. Slavery in the South.

4. South during and after the wars. —Kuklux.

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5. Convict camps in Georgia and Florida.

5th. Personal experience of a white prisoner.

6. Discipline in Prisons and Correctional Institutions.

6th. Another Woman's Experience in a New York Magdalen Asylum.

6b. Narration by a former turnkey (female) in a Western

prison for women. 6c. How a thief was reformed.

7. Flogging under Lynch's law. The white caps.

8. Spouse, parent and school whipping.

9. The whipping in Spanish America. 10. Spanking humor.

Hitting a high-ranking lady.

Crazy stories sometimes circulate about the arbitrary ways of Russian officialdom. The following terribly undignified treatment of a lady in a police office is: "Thank God!" a custom which, as far as we know, has not yet been introduced into Bow Street. A lady of high rank, accused of high treason, was summoned to the secret police office: when she got there and the door was closed, she was politely invited to go on, but when she did, a trap - suddenly arose. the door under her, and she slid down until she was supported only by her clothes, which were gathered around her arms; In this helpless state, she hung from the ceiling of a room below, where an executioner had previously been, to place the whip on her exposed body. (')

It might put a stop to a woman's gossip to treat her like that, but dare we think it would be too much.

(') Many other cases of the same type; Discipline of whipping in institutions of Russia, etc. are recorded in "Downgrades of an IRussfan a3allet" <51tl.

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It is more decent and decent to entrust the husband, or even a brother or cousin, with the performance of such work, rather than entrusting it to a strange man hiding under the floor covering. An MP who supported such measures for English women would soon be asked to resign.

Chicked for the ball.

They say there is little distance between tears and laughter. Few people, however, go straight from the ballroom to the whip chair; few are the gentlemen who are impolite enough to listen to the wit of a beautiful woman thoughtlessly thrown into the vortex of the waltz and immediately use it as a reason for her to be shamelessly fucked. However, many noble ladies were flogged in Russia under these circumstances. Indeed, the anecdotes of such flagellations could be multiplied almost indefinitely. A few years ago a German newspaper reported that three of the most beautiful women in St. Petersburg were driven straight from one of the imperial balls to the police station in their own carriages, in all their satin and lace trimmings. and after being sat on a man's shoulders with their clothes rolled up, they were skilfully whipped with a birch stick. No explanation was given; but they were dismissed with the obvious caution of keeping their mouths shut in the future.

At another imperial feast, some young women who had spoken too freely were politely escorted by a maitre d'hotel to a distant residence, where, after kneeling on an ottoman, they were savagely beaten by a governess with her satin slippers and then sent away. home. !

Here is another more recent case of a country under Russian rule.

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women whipped by a. Catholic priest. — The archbishop

Keep watching.

(Telegram from tenant.)

St. Louis Petebsbubg, October 5th.

According to lengthy and detailed accounts published in St Petersburg newspapers, the city of Kovno in Russian Poland was recently thrown into a state of great unrest when it was discovered that several people, most of them women, had been forcibly taken by Servants. of the Santa Cruz Catholic Church in the city were evicted from their homes and locked in a church vault. Here, it is said, Father Beliakevitch, the priest in charge, subjected them to all kinds of humiliations, ripping their clothes off their backs and whipping them with ropes and sticks as punishment for having had more or less intimate relations with some Russians and members of the Orthodox Church.

They were also forced to go to church during morning and evening services and throw themselves on the floor, where they were kicked, verbally abused and spat upon at the instigation of the priest. After that, the prisoners were returned to the vaults. They couldn't eat anything except some biscuits and some water, and their minds were worked by the fantastic apparitions created by phosphorescent effects on a skeleton with an enormous head, representing the devil.

These riots affecting police subordinates most

(') "The Daily Chronicle* October 11, 1898.

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among them Polish and Lithuanian Catholics, who were tolerated or ignored, the higher authorities learned of Eva Bernatovitch, one of the victims who denounced Father Beliakevitch and his agents. She had been imprisoned in the church vault for pleading guilty to entertaining a woman named Yukovsky, who had illegal relations with Russians and members of the Orthodox Church.

Upon returning home, she decided to seek police protection and presented herself at the police station in her neighborhood, her body a mass of bruises, covered in wounds and her clothes torn.

After sharing her story about what happened, she also revealed the fact that her lodger had also been kidnapped and taken to the same location as her to undergo similar treatment.

After a medical examination confirmed the woman's story, District Police Commissioner Erassof, together with City Police Chief Karomaline and Assistant Prosecutor Cholotchevnikof, subjected her to a thorough interrogation and decided to pay an official visit. to the vault of the Church of the Holy Cross, where they managed to find several instruments of flagellation, such as birch trees and sticks, and the famous skeleton used for demonic apparitions.

Mrs. Rukovsky was found in a basement where the dead were temporarily placed before a funeral. However, she had already been flogged by the priest, who had himself torn off her clothes; and her body bore numerous marks of violence. This woman and Eva Bernatovitch explained that besides them, many other people, men and women, suffered here in the same way as they did -

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and that too in the presence of the Church Vicar Kerpovsky and the Catholic Archbishop Pallioulion.

Beliakevitch was then interrogated, immediately followed by his arrest, but instead of being approved by public opinion, this measure only provoked violent irritation among the Catholic population of Kovno, who shouted loudly against the martyrdom of the priest, the people were pray and do penance and attend sermons in which priests called them to oppose Russians and members of the Orthodox Church. Riot demonstrations took place in front of the prison where Father Beliakevitch was imprisoned and also in front of the Church of Santa Cruz.

Armed force had to be used to protect civil authorities.

M. Beliakevitch's friends and acquaintances tried to obtain the priest's temporary release on bail of 5,000 rubles, and the local court was ready to agree, but the imperial prosecutor intervened to prevent this.

Investigations are still ongoing and are being conducted very rigorously.


Most of the flagellation cases listed on the previous pages have Europe as the scene of events. However, it should not be assumed that there is a lack of amateurs in this sport in the East. The Hebrew Scriptures, on the other hand, smell of birch boughs, and bronzed lips echoed in Eastern languages ​​the Jesuit priest's refrain:

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  • for the buttocks

I confess a somewhat absurd taste; buttocks

I confess that its object is very familiar to me!"

It is not our intention here to attempt any learned treatise on the origin of the bastinado, or the Oriental use of the practical slipper. We prefer the concrete to the abstract in Macaulay, and we think that the following amusing tale from One Thousand and One Nights (*) will better illustrate than any pedantic display of scholarship the Oriental conception of the importance of marital correctness.

The bull and the donkey.

Once upon a time there was a merchant who had a lot of money and many men, and he was rich in cattle and camels, he also had a wife and family, and he lived in the countryside, he was skilled in farming and devoted himself to farming. Now Allah, the Exalted, endowed him with understanding the languages ​​of animals and birds of all kinds, but on pain of death if he revealed the gift to anyone. So he kept it a secret out of fear. He had in his stable a bull and a donkey, each tied in its own corral, one glued to the other. One day, when the merchant was sitting by his servants and his children were playing around him, he heard the bull say to the donkey: “Hail and hail, father of awakening! (2) for that

(') Original edition by Burton (BENARES) — of course. (') Arabic. ■ Abu Yakzan ' = the alarm clock; because the sky braya at dawn.

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you like rest and good service, everything below you is swept clean; Men serve you and feed you, and your proof is sifted barley, and you drink pure spring water, while I (miserable creature!) called yoke; and I am weary of dividing the land from dawn to dusk. I am forced to do more than I can and endure all kinds of abuse night after night; Then they bring me back with torn sides, bruised neck, aching legs, and tear-stained eyelids. Then they lock me in the stable and throw me beans and chopped straw (*) mixed with earth and straw; and I lie in dung and filth and stink for a lifetime of night. But you are always somewhere swept and dusted and clean, and you always lie down comfortably, except when it happens (and rarely enough!) that the Lord has something to do when he mounts you and takes you into town and returns directly. like you. . So I work and torment while you calm and rest; you sleep while I'm sleepless; I still starve while you eat your fill and gain scorn when you gain goodwill." When the bull had finished speaking, the donkey turned to him and said, "Broad-o'-brow, (2) you lost a! he wasn't lying when he called you a bull's head, because

(*) Arabic. Straw "Tibn" cut under the sleigh: the hay of Egypt, Arabia, Syria, etc. The ancient custom of the country is to pluck the corn from the roots by handfuls, leaving the earth completely bare: hence the "harvest" of the holy Hebrew Scripture. The aim is to preserve every atom of "Tibn".

( n ) Arabic. "Yes Aftah." Al-Aftah is an epithet of the bull, also of the chameleon.


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you, father of a bull, neither foresaw nor

Furniture; You are the simplest of all simpletons, ( x ) and

you don't know anything about good counselors. Have you not heard the saying of the wise:

I bear these troubles and toils for others, and the joy belongs to them and the care belongs to me; Like the bleachers that darken their foreheads in the sun to lighten other men's clothes. (3)

But you, foolish one, are full of zeal and are the most industrious and laborious before the Lord; and you rip and tear and kill yourself for someone else's comfort. Have you ever heard the saying that no one shows the way and goes astray? On the morning call to prayer, you leave and don't come back until sunset; and all your life you endure all kinds of hardships; to jokes, beatings and work and swearing. Now listen to me, Sir Bull! When they tie you up in your stinking crib, you stomp the ground with your front paws and stomp your hind hooves and stomp your horns and roar loudly so they'll think you're satisfied. And when they throw your food at you, you fall on her greedily and in a hurry to hem her beautiful fat belly. But if you follow my advice, you will get better and even have an easier life than mine. When you go to the field and they put the so-called yoke on you, lie down and don't get up, although they may sway you; and when you get up, lie down a second time;

(*) Arabic. "Balid", a popular Egyptian often pleasantly confused with "Wali" (a santon); therefore the latter means "an innocent one", a "fool".

(5) Do calculus eds., vol. 1 p. 29

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and when they take you home and offer you their beans, step back and just smell your flesh and withdraw and taste not and be content with your chaff and crushed straw; and pretend to be sick, and do not stop for a day, or two days, or even three days, and you will rest from work and work.

Upon hearing these words, the bull recognized the donkey as his friend and thanked him with the words: 8 Right is your right; ' and prayed that all blessings would be upon him, and cried, 'Father Wakener! (') You made up for my fault.” (Now (2) the merchant, my daughter, understood all that was going on between them.) The next day the coachman took the bull and put the plow on its neck (3) let him work as usual; but the bull began to dodge his plow, following the donkey's advice, and the plowman beat him until he broke the yoke and fled; but the man overtook him and covered him until he was desperate for his life. However, all he wanted to do was stay put and fall until nightfall. So the flock took him home and put him in their stable: but he turned away from his manger and did not stamp, trample or cry out, as he used to do, which made the man marvel. I brought him the beans and the husks, but he sniffed them and left them, lay down as far away as possible and fasted all night. The farmer came the next morning, and when I saw the crib full of beans, the tasteless crushed straw, and the ox lying on its back, I had the greatest need to go with me.

(') Arabic. "Abu Yakzan" is hardly synonymous with * Pere l'Eveille.* ( s ) In Arabic, the wa(') is the square bracket character. ( s ) In the Near East, the small light plow is carried by the bull or donkey.

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with his stomach stretched out and swollen, he worried about him and said to himself, "By Allah, he certainly fell ill and that's why he didn't want to plow yesterday." So he went to the merchant and reported: "Sir, the bull is sick, he refused food last night, moreover he did not eat this morning.Now theThe merchant farmer understood what it all meant because he heard the conversation between the bull and the donkey, so he said, "Take that dishonest donkey and put the yoke around his neck and tie him to the plow and let him do his work. Bull." ." Then the husbandman took the ass and worked with him all the day of his life at the work of the bull; and when he failed from weakness, he made him eat sticks until his ribs were sore and his sides gave way and his neck was torn from the yoke, and when he came home at night, he could scarcely drag his limbs, both front and hind legs. But as for the bull, he spent the day lying down and eating his fodder with excellent appetite, and did not hear to stop. asking the donkey's blessings for his good advice, not knowing what had happened at his expense. When night fell and the donkey returned to the stable, the bull rose in homage to him and said: "What good news gladden your heart, Father Awakener! For your sake I rested all day and ate my meat, rest and peace." But the donkey did not answer, from anger and painful weariness and from the beatings he had received; and he repented with the gravest remorse; and said to himself : “This comes from my folly in giving good advice;

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value and nobility of my nature; for what did the poet say?

Shall the beautiful color of basil (*) disappear when the beetle's foot crawls over the basil? And although spider and fly are its inhabitants. Will shame cling to the royal hall? The conch shell, (3) I know I should have money But the pearl's clear drop, should its value fall?

And now I have to think and play a trick on him and put him back in his place or I die.” Then he went to his manger while the bull thanked and blessed him. And yet, my daughter, said the wazir, you will die for lack of understanding; therefore sit still and say nothing and subject your life not to such stress; for, by Allah, I give you the best advice that comes from my affection and concern for you. my father, 8 she replied: "I must go to this king and marry him." Said he, "Do not do this action;" and she said, 8 Indeed, I will go," to which he replied:

  • If you don't shut up and be quiet I'll deal with you

also what the merchant did to his wife. "8 And what does he have?" she asked. "So you know," replied the wazir,

Ocydum basilicum, the 'royal herb' so prized throughout the East, especially in India where under the name of 'Fulsi' it is a shrub consecrated to the joyful god Krishna. I found the verses in an MS. copy of the nights.

(a) Arabic: 'Sadaf', the Kauri or Kauri brought from the Maldives and the Lacdive Islands. The Kamus describes this "wada" or veneris shell as a white shell [hence "conch"] taken from the sea, the crack of which is as white as a date stone. It is hung around the neck to ward off the evil eye. Pearl in Arabic is "Murwarid", so obviously "Margarita" and Margaris (feminine name).

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8 that after the donkey returned, the merchant went out on the roof of the courtyard with his wife and family, for it was a moonlit night and the moon was full. Now the terrace overlooked the stable, and as he sat there, with his children playing around him, the merchant heard the donkey say to the bull, "Tell me, Father Broad o'Brow, what are you going to do tomorrow?" Taurus replied, "And if you no longer follow your advice, Aliboron? Indeed, it was as good as it could be, and it gave me peace and quiet; nor will I dot it now: so if they bring me my meat, I will refuse and burst my belly and my fake crank. The donkey shook his head and said, "Be careful, father of the bull!" The bull asked, "Why?" And the donkey replied, "Know that I will give you the best advice, for I truly heard our master say to the herd: If the bull does not rise from his place to do his work to do this morning and when he withdraws from his feed this morning, give him to the butcher to slaughter him and give his meat to the poor and make a piece of leather with your skin. and when they bring your fodder, eat and rise and plow and scrape the ground, or will our Lord surely slay you and peace be upon you?” Then the bull got up and roared aloud and thanked the donkey and said: "Tomorrow I will gladly go out with them;" and he immediately ate all his meat and even licked the manger. (All this happened and the owner overheard the conversation. )

The next morning the merchant and his wife went to the bull's manger and sat down, and the coachman came and led the bull out, which, when it saw its owner, wagged its tail.

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and bridle wind, and jumped so merrily that the merchant laughed aloud, and continued to laugh until he fell over backwards. His wife asked him: * What are you laughing so loud about? ' And he replied: 'I laughed at a secret I heard and saw, but I cannot say that I am not dying of death' She replied: 'You must reveal it to me and reveal the reason for your laughter even if you survive the your death!" But he replied, "I cannot reveal what the animals and birds say in their jargon, for fear I will die." Then she said, "By Allah, you lie! this is just a protest: you don't laugh at anyone but me, and now you want to hide from me a little. But by the Lord of Heavens! And you're not saying the reason I'm not going to live with you anymore: I'm going to leave you immediately.” And she sat up and screamed. To which the merchant said, "Woe to you! what does your crying mean? Fear Allah and leave these words alone and ask me no more questions. "8 You must tell me the reason for this laughter," she said, and he replied : "Do you want that when I asked Allah to grant me understanding of the languages ​​of animals and birds, I took a vow not to make anyone to reveal the secret, on pain of death on the spot.'' 'Anyway' , she cried, 'tell me what secret passed between the bull and the ass, and die this hour if you will; ' and she would not stop pestering him until he was exhausted and utterly distraught. Then he finally said, "Call your father and your mother and our relatives and our neighbors' relatives", which she did, and he sent for the kazi (') and his advisors who intend to make their

(') The "Cadi" elder, a judge in religious matters. The Shuhud or Assessors are officials of the Mahkamah or Court of Kazi.

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will and reveal your secret to her and die the death; for he loved her very dearly, because she was his cousin, the daughter of his father's brother and the mother of his children, and he had lived with her a hundred and twenty years. So, after gathering all the family and people from his neighborhood, he said to them: 8 A strange story hangs over me, and that is that if I discover the secret to anyone, I am a dead man. woman, 8 Allah be with you, leave this sinful attachment and recognize the right of this matter so that your husband and the father of your children do not die. But she replied, 8 I will not turn from him until he tells me, even though he has passed through his death.

Then they stopped pushing her; and the merchant got up from them and went to a little house to perform the Wuzu ablution, (') and he intended to return afterwards and tell them his secret and die. Now, daughter Shahrazad, the merchant had in his quarters about fifty hens under a rooster, and as he was preparing to say farewell to his people, he heard one of his many farm dogs addressing in his own language the rooster clapping his wings. wings and sing with lust and jump from one chicken to another and kick them all in turn and say: 8 Chanticleer! how bad is his joke and how shameless is his behavior! Is he disappointed in who raised you? (2) Are you not ashamed of his actions on such a day? "8 and

(') Then he purified himself ceremonially before death.

(a) This is more Christian than Muslim: A popular Maltese curse is "Yahrak Kiddisak man rabba-k!" = burn the saint who created you!

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What," asked the rooster, "happened today?" when the dog replied: “Do you not know that today our Lord is preparing for your death? His wife is determined to reveal the secret that Allah has taught him and the moment he does, he will surely die. All of us dogs cry; but you flap your wings and blow higher and kick chicken after chicken. In this hour pastime and pleasure? You do not have shame? "(x)

'Then, by Allah,' said the rooster, 'our lord is a man without understanding and a man of little understanding: if he cannot handle a wife, his life is not worth prolonging. Now I have about fifty female partlets, and I coax this and tease that, and starve one and gorge the other, and by my good conduct they are all well under my control.” This Lord of ours pretends to have wit and wisdom, and he has only one wife and he doesn't know how to deal with her yet."

The dog asked: "Then what, rooster, must the owner do to get out of his confinement?"

'He should get up at once,' replied the rooster, 'and get some branches from that mulberry tree, and give her a regular cooking and roast the ribs until she cries: - I repent, sir! I will never ask you anything Question as long as I live! Then let him hit it again and vigorously, and when he has done that let him sleep carefree and enjoy life. But this our Lord has neither understanding nor judgment.' 'Well, daughter Shahrazad,' continued the Wazir. “I will do to you what that man did to his wife.” Said Shahrazad, "And what did he do?"

(') A popular Egyptian expression: the dog and the rooster talk like felahs.

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He replied: “When the merchant heard the words of wisdom spoken by his cock to his dog, he hurriedly got up and went to his wife's room, after cutting some mulberry branches for her and hiding them there; and then he called out to her: 8 Enter the chamber, that I may tell you the secret, while no one sees me, and then die.” She went in with him, and he bolted the door and ran to her with such a heavy pounding across her back and shoulders, ribs, arms and legs, saying, "Do you ever want to ask questions about things that are none of your business?" that she was almost useless. By Allah, I will not ask any more questions and I sincerely regret it.” Then she kissed her hands and feet and he led her submissively out of the room as a wife should be. Her parents and the whole society joy and sadness and sadness turned into joy and happiness, so the merchant learned the family breeding of his rooster, and he and his wife together lived the happiest life until death.

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Discussion of Oriental affairs leads us to what follows, from our talented friend Vigne' d'Octon, who will give us a rough idea of ​​how civilization is promoted among the smiling children of ebony in Africa.


The Whip in the Sudan, (By Dr. Paul Vigne d'Octon.)

In the campaign I am waging against the notorious trade in human flesh and other atrocities

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Species committed under the pretext of colonization or conquest on African soil, I am now at a point where I must deal with a particularly delicate and painful subject. But I didn't hesitate to raise the issue and express all my anger and indignation.

The facts I am about to relate are certainly filthy and disgusting; Among the physical and moral failures inevitably caused by loneliness, idleness, and the strange life of an outpost amidst toxic swamps under a relentless sun, the one I am going to talk about is one of the saddest and most terrible. Crime here borders on madness and is usually produced by it.

It is with a heavy heart that I pick up my pen - but what would you think of a surgeon who has to operate on a dangerously ulcerated wound and lowers the lancet just as he is about to open a rotten spot where pus has gathered? the pretense that the horrible sight and smell would disgust him or some of the onlookers. On the contrary, it is the moment when his hand has to be the firmest and boldest.

First of all, I must say that this article was inspired by a long letter from an old African (seven years in Sudan as a corporal) and from which I extract the following excerpts.

"In 1892 the company of Sudanese Spahis were encamped at Deambeli (four miles from Niors), and in the captain's absence the command passed to the first lieutenant. , promised secrecy.) As this officer was forced to buy some horses, another lieutenant took charge of the company in the interim.

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called Deali-Moussa (I may give his name), with about a hundred workmen left to cut wood: they were to return that night; but day and night passed and Deali Moussa did not return with his men, which caused some unrest in the camp. Finally, around four o'clock the next afternoon, Deali returned with the men and was questioned by the lieutenant. The Spahi explained that the men had refused to march (because of a storm) and that, despite their best efforts, they would camp wherever they were for the night. The lieutenant had him point out the three heads of the band and immediately ordered them to finish them off with ropes. he had a bottle of Arrack and gave them a glass of schnapps to encourage them; when the bottle was empty he charged a few half francs, and with each more vigorous gulp than usual he rewarded the man who put them in - including a man named Mamadon-Alassane.

“There were many Europeans present who had not been in the country for a long time; some of them approached the lieutenant and said that the punishment was enough. "Go away," he replied, "these rascals must be broken in;" and when one of these unfortunates tried to get up, he knocked him down with a blow of a stick. The carnage resumed, and when all the men were unconscious, their bodies were tied by the feet to "judiciary personnel". "An hour later all three were dead. The captain commanding station Nioro made an inquiry into the matter, but nothing came of it and the lieutenant joined the Combes column, where he was so useless that he was sent back to France as a moron. "

As an addendum to this letter, my correspondent states:


As a guarantee of the authenticity of the facts, I gave the names of the two lieutenants and the six non-commissioned officers (of which he was one) who had attended this horrible execution and tried in vain to prevent it. He also named the regiments to which they currently belong.

This wretch was evidently insane, with a cruel and bloodthirsty madness which, I can say from experience, is often found along with sexual depravity and sadism in this devouring climate, after repeated bouts of fever have weakened and disorganized the brain. Here is an example I told at length in my book Love and Death - a story I was accused of and which I will condense as much as possible here.

Some months after my arrival in the South, I was suddenly awakened one day, at siesta time, by the cries of pain from a woman under the verandah of the bungalow where I was staying with the other officers. I thought it was one of our shooters correcting his slave mistress with a bull riddle - it happened a lot and nobody noticed. The screams, however, reached so close to my room, next to the Lieutenant's, that curiosity made me gently open the door, and what I saw surprised me. It was the lieutenant himself, armed with a riding crop, who beat a naked woman, the wife of a sniper, for theft and theft. "Thief! Thief!" he shouted, hitting her with all his strength; her hand was shaking, her eyes almost bulged out of their sockets and a trace of white foam was visible on her lips.

Did he hear my door creak? Did he think I was looking at him? I don't know. Anyway, quickly

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he threw away the whip, leaving the wretch lying on the floor, her back bleeding and her breasts bruised. He looked around furtively and then locked himself with his son and his black woman in his room, which he did not come out of for three days.

A short time later, the station commander fell ill and the lieutenant had to replace him. One morning several of us went out to film, but when a storm threatened, we unexpectedly returned home to a spectacle even more shocking than the last.

Naked and tied to a tree was a young Dubreka slave who had recently arrived at the station and taken a beating, which the senior gunman dealt with savage fury. With each hit of the ball, a deep wound appeared on the black skin that gleamed in the sun, and then spurts of blood ran down the loins. Long accustomed to receiving this inhuman punishment from his master, the wretch did not move so much as the trunk of the tree to which he was tied. With his head down and his eyes closed, he looked like an ox being led to rubble.

At first we thought that the black sergeant acting as aide-de-camp had relapsed into his innate savagery, and as we thought there was no officer present, he had unilaterally ordered this barbaric punishment. But at the same moment we saw the lieutenant under the bungalow porch. Sitting in his wicker chair, facing the tree, he contemplated with lustful eyes the punishment he himself had ordered for a minor offense. His black woman and her son were crouched on a mat at his feet. Each time the hiss of the train tore off a piece of flesh, he shuddered in his chair, his yellow, bilious eyes gleaming and

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her lips curved into the wistful smile of erotic madness.

Seeing this, and also remembering other similar cases - one of them brand new, of German officers further south on the Dark Continent, and of Grand Zogo having naked girls flogged until they bled during siesta time - I couldn't help thinking of the terrible and mysterious bond which unites pleasure, pain, and cruelty, and I thought that among all the innumerable and tormenting afflictions which human nature has endured since its distant creation, none gives more sadness than this.

And I couldn't help but curse once more those who bear all the responsibility for these disasters; all those dangerous dreamers, all those blind utopians, all those armchair settlers, all those meddling financiers trying stubbornly to get out of this wretched desert, the deadly thicket and the vast graveyard which he pompously dubbed "the French Sudan, for the ignorant and fools to impose on people.

Something similar to the horrors of Sudan were the barbarities inflicted on the people of the unfortunate first Australian convicts who, alas! he had no excuse of being black to give any semblance of warrant for his terrible punishment.


Por Harry B. Vogel.

A hot summer day in faraway Tasmania, nearly fifty

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Years ago, two assigned convicts walked slowly behind a herd of cattle as they walked down the edge of a long spur to a creek where a break for lunch could be taken. The older of the two men was relatively young. His height, the breadth of his shoulders, his whole demeanor marked him as having tremendous physical strength at first glance. Despite his tanned skin and rugged appearance, he was an exceptionally handsome man, with that peculiar, indescribable something that suggested, even under such humiliating circumstances, that he had once been a gentleman. Interestingly, the same could be said for his even younger companion.

No matter what brought these two within the reach of the law and led to the transportation horror. It would only serve to confront two good old English names with sad memories. Rather, leave their stories in the darkness of the past - almost fifty years have passed. Suffice it to say that, in the young man's case, an indiscretion, a mad impulse of vehement temptation, shook the iron wheels of fate, until 'Edward O'Dare', the jolly, generous, laughing young Irish physician, saw him. if convicted criminal again, waiting for the transport that would take him to the ends of the earth.

What had happened to him had happened to the other—Jack Garnet, as they called him—except the latter's judgment was more severe. The demands of circumstances led the two men to a gradual friendship. For a while they shunned each other in the floating inferno that brought them to the colony and again in the seething horrors of Port Arthur. Both were "gentlemen's damned," and a vestige of pride hardened each into violent prejudice until it was universally decided.

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that they hated each other. Perhaps it was this fact that led them to become Colonel Rice's servants. The result went against official expectations, as it was on the lonely margins of the race that they met and nursed each other.

Slowly, stumbling and walking, the two men walked down the slope to the creek. Eventually they came to a stand of bushes, let the cattle out onto the plain, and wandered along the bank, making a fire and cooking a billy.

The meal had been extremely meager and now they sat enjoying the only intense solace of their condition, a cigarette.

Suddenly, Grannet stepped forward and looked into the weeds.

"What is this?" he exclaimed.

The two men leapt to their feet, extremely alert, and the snap and snap of branches reached their swift ears. Another moment and a man came out of the bush and stopped beside her.

Of medium height, thin and weather-beaten, he was quickly recognized by the inmates. An exclamation of astonishment erupted from each of them, to which the newcomer, commonly known as Wingy Nolans, smiled. Then he sat down quietly on a tree trunk beside the still smoldering embers.

  • A little beat up, isn't it? A little surprised to see me like this, aren't you?

Of course you are; just like, *pointing left thumb over shoulder,* they were about to lose sight of me. "

"But how the hell did you get out of here?" asked O'Dare.

"Bypassed. I ignore Under normal circumstances I would have walked until I saw a horse, so I would have done that.


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Walk from. But breaking up is not a normal circumstance and I have to work around it. Is there anything left to eat, comrades? "

■ A little, but very little I'm afraid. There's some tea in billy and some bread in the bundle."

"I'm hungry. I haven't eaten anything since yesterday morning. See, I'm going to stay out of the way until I've had a chance to calm down," the man offered by way of explanation, chewing on the piece of dry damper he'd taken from the bundle. , and so. I seem to have had a chance to untie these little ornaments I'm dangling around my little feet and they're on the edge of the bushes by the new road we were on - going e-'am-merin' when all of a sudden I was said goodbye. And I didn't cry not to mention anything. I actually stopped to larf, I couldn't help it. Old Beconlight, you know? "I have red air, and I keep it in my corner. I got out of the art a little bit, and he comes over and says, says 'What are you doing?', you lazy, bum

'and?' "Put it away," said I. "What! 'sez him. "HELLO - I will"

"Back off," I say again. "Rebellion! 'sez' and, with 'it's breathtaking, and' and 'andles' is a weapon. But we weren't fast enough, not with chalk, because I go to him and pass and the chains come off and I will. Ironwood and shavings dusted me; but chips never hurt, and I went west till I passed Buller's Gap, past Craddock's, where I borrowed a suit without asking, and 'here I am'.

  • But are they after you? * exclaimed O'Dare.

Nolan laughed.

  • For sure. “Arf a dozen, “arf a” underweight in

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you guys. But they don't have me and they don't want one or the other - not life."

"They would prefer you alive, but dead will satisfy them," Garnet said slowly.

“I eat enough, but they haven't done one or the other yet. Oh! I'm not such a scoundrel that I don't mind walking around here. Maybe they attack me, maybe not; but i'll take them to a fist dance. I 'out', and I'll be even with them for the fioggins I have. Say mate," he added, looking at Garnet, do you want to come with me? You've got your eye on yourself. ?

"No, no!" exclaimed O'Dare.

"I didn't ask you," Nolans responded quickly, *I know you. Your ticket is waiting for you. But you don't have a friend? Let him answer for himself,” he added as O'Dare jumped up and walked towards his friend.

Garnet sat motionless and indecisive, chin in hands.

"No, for God's sake, no, Jack," whispered O'Dare, "it's..."

"S-sist," came a sharp exclamation from Nolan, "be careful!" and in a flash he disappeared into the undergrowth.

The two men stared for a moment in amazement in the direction he had taken. A sound reached their ears and they quickly looked towards the small house by the creek. A group of five riders slowly approached.


Flagellation on the groom.

"Police," O'Dare muttered, and with an iron grip came the foreboding of impending doom. An hour ago, and neither he nor his comrade need fear the approach of armed police - though they may have wondered about it. Now they had placed themselves in the folds of the law. Not only did they see and speak to an escaped convict, they also gave him food and allowed him to leave without trying to restrain him. Her only hope of rescue lay in the possibility that the police had not found her husband.

"Hi!" said the duty sergeant, stand up, you two. Have you seen anyone in this area today?

There was a moment of silence, as if neither of them was sure he was the one asking the question.

8 Are you listening? exclaimed the sergeant, a fat, red-haired man. "You there," he continued, turning to O'Dare, "did you see anyone here today?"

"No sir," O'Dare replied.

8 Hmm,' the sergeant muttered, obviously not pleased, 'and you?'

"I didn't see anyone but my mate," replied Garnet.

The sergeant did not answer for a moment.

"You are appointed servants, you two, huh?"

"Yes sir, attributed to Colonel Rice of Clencoon," replied Garnet.

"Well, you're both lying. You've seen the man and you support and favor him. You listen. Again, which way did he go? You there, which way did he go?"

8 1 I don't know. I didn't see anyone; so I don't know,” replied O'Dare.

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"There were two of you here, I swear," said the sergeant, dismounting and nudging the edge of the fire. "Look around, some of you men in this patch of vegetation," he continued.

Suddenly, in the grass near the log Nolans was sitting on, Garnet saw a silver-tipped whistle, which Nolans had apparently stolen along with the clothes he was wearing. In his haste to flee, the pursued convict dropped it. The sergeant would see him! Otherwise, it was likely they would go unmolested, but if he did, nothing could save them from gang-chaining and flogging.

The policeman groped and shuffled, looking for any sign of the third person, whose sudden absence he suspected. He approached the deadly lane, and Garnet saw her throat tighten as the spur crunched into the grass just inches from her. Sure enough the sergeant saw it, looked straight

and still . He moved a step or two, and as he

Garnet breathed a sigh of relief as she turned her back on the revealing object.

"You dogs!" shouted the sergeant suddenly, losing his temper. "You saw the man and you won't tell. Well, a few pats from the cat might loosen your tongue, my dears, and that won't save you. Again. Which way did he go?

Neither Garnet nor O'Dare responded, and the question was repeated with a harsh curse.

I didn't see anyone," said Garnet.

"Neither do I," replied his companion.

Something in O'Dare's tone irritated the angry officer even more.

8 You don't have it, do you? Well you can just enter

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I to Oatlands. Here, you Davies, clap your wrists together and - ah! Is that you? he added as O'Dare, giving way momentarily to the deadly impulse of resistance, wrenched his wrist from the officer's grasp.

"No, no," he yelled miserably. "O God above, help me!" he muttered.

In a few moments he, who counted the hours until his freedom, sealed his fate. In addition to the suspicion of aiding an escaped convict, he was guilty of the almost equally heinous crime of resistance.

The sergeant liked it.

"Resist, huh?" he exclaimed, dropping his heavy whip on O'Dare's face and shoulders in one blow.

Granat, outraged by the cowardly blow, stepped forward.

"You brute!" he exclaimed as he slapped the sergeant hard under the jaw. The man staggered back, stumbled, and landed with a crash to the floor. In the blink of an eye, O'Dare turned to the officer holding him and broke free. Before he could move, however, the officer closed in on his opponent and the two engaged in hand-to-hand combat. Garnet jumped to her friend's side and punched the policeman, only to be attacked by the other two men. Strong as he was, a blow from the back stunned him, and in an instant the two unfortunates were on the floor, their arms bound at their sides, their shirts ripped, their faces smeared with sweat and blood.

The sergeant, however, got up and saw Nolan's whistle. With a cry, he launched himself at her.

"Ah! What I told you! There's your pipe and there's yours. And that one, eh?


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could have grabbed him. Oh! my precious pair, my beauties, gentlemen! By this time tomorrow I wouldn't be wearing your furs! come with me; Get up, get up, get up,” he repeated, kicking the unfortunates. "I'll lock you up for sure until sunset!"

He kept his word, and that night they were placed in the small wooden hut that doubled as a prison in the Oatlands. Early the next morning they were brought before the magistrate, and the sergeant related, with several scathing additions, the events of the previous day. Accusation of him was rife and, on each charge, the two convicts were found guilty. For resisting the police, they were sentenced to fifty lashes each and 12 months in the gangs while they were tried for aiding and abetting a fugitive with the likelihood of a further sentence of seven years. Transport to Botany Bay penal settlement.

Garnet listened to his sentence with indifference, but the effect on O'Dare was more dire. It meant a lot to him. The threatening horrors of the whip were momentarily lost in the realization that his chance at freedom had been destroyed. The long period of terror and agony he passed through would be repeated; and not only that, but repeatedly weighed down with a bad reputation that would brand him as dangerous. He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth in the agony of his despair.

Garnet's voice excited him first.

8 Never mind, old man, go ahead, it'll be all right, but God help you nest time.

Rough hands were laid on the prisoners, and immediately

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Preparations for carrying out the ordered flagellation were complete. At the back of the prison yard were some tall, slender rubber trees, and to these the two prisoners were led.

  • Take off your shirts", was the command and everyone was full

aware of the futility of resistance, he obeyed.

"Take the big one first," said the officer in charge, and Garnet was ushered forward. He was placed with his face towards the trunk (and his arms pulled and bound) while ropes were passed around his ankles and at the base of the tree.

The flagellator (to give it its official name) ran its fingers along the cat's tails, measuring its distance. There was a pause, a dark and horrible silence. Shortly afterwards came the commander's order:


With a hissing, singing sound, the tails buzzed in the air and landed on the broad brown back and shoulders with a thud. As they fell, long-lived papules grazed the skin, and the tender flesh shivered and quivered. But no sound came from the condemned man's lips.


Once again the leather straps pulled at the man's back; and here and there, where the new wounds and the old intersected, drops of scarlet blood gushed forth, running swiftly in little rivulets.

But the man didn't even mutter a word.

The command was repeated over and over again, quickly torn and torn flesh heaving and swelling into a throbbing, bloody mass. Gradually, with each cut, the man's silence was broken by sighs and shuddering sighs until finally he cried out despite his pride and passion.

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with agony with every blow. Screams from him became words of terrible insults and bitter curses. They came with a wild screech with every strike. They moaned in a sigh that ended in another scream as a new cut was administered.

Strong and determined as she was, Garnet was useless before completing fifty strikes.

O'Dare's time was drawing to a close on Garnet's sentence. The Fiagellator was allowed to breathe but was perfectly capable of delivering a second fifty with the relentless energy of the first. The last ten or twelve strokes of O'Dare's punishment were wasted on the youth, save for the effect of further tearing at the mangled flesh. He was unconscious and stayed that way for a full hour after they knocked him out. Finally, bloodied and helpless, the two unfortunates were brought back to their stuffy and desolate cell.

About four or five days passed before they began their journey to Port Arthur. Meanwhile, Nolans remained unharmed, despite providing evidence more than once that he had joined the list of armed rangers tainting the colony. It was not deemed necessary to await their recapture, however, and one morning Garnet and O'Dare were ordered to board a light wagon for transport to Port Arthur.

Both prisoners, still stiff and sore from the flogging, were handcuffed and tightly bound. In the car seat was the driver, a well-armed policeman, while a mounted policeman rode close behind him.

Beyond the ford of the River Gordon, the road curved sharply and rose steeply. To the left was Mount Mercer, while to the right the scrub and undergrowth was particularly dense. It was a deceptive place, because

266 Flagellation \n Posture.

indeed, beyond the range were miles of open country, stretching west past Jane's Peak towards Table Mountain and Weasel Plain.

Halfway up the hill, the mare in the cart took a step. The mounted sergeant, with the reins slung over his left arm, was busy lighting his pipe, and when he did, he pocketed the box of matches.

Suddenly, from the bush beside the wagon, there was a puff of smoke and the sharp crack of a gun. With a hoarse cry, the mounted policeman raised his arms and slowly staggered forward; then he fell back with a sickening thud. His horse, startled by the noise and terrified by his rider's fall, charged forward. He immediately broke into a startled gallop and, with the unfortunate man's foot caught in the stirrup, dashed past the wagon and dragged the corpse across the rough and dusty road.

Meanwhile, the driver turned at the sound of the gun. He saw his companion fall, and, leaning forward, he slashed at the horse, intending not only to save his life but also to prevent the prisoners from escaping.

They both leapt from the bottom of the cart as the shot rang out, but quick as thought, Garnet put a hand on O'Dare's shoulder.

"Get down, get down; for God's sake, stay down!" he whispered hastily.

As he spoke, there was the quick snap of a second snap. A quick buzz echoed above their heads, and with a dull thud, a bullet hit the policeman. The man staggered and rolled to the ground as the cart hit a rock.

Xt)c ©at in <Uu$tvalia. 267

Ground, clutching and digging with nails into the hard road.

Fortunately for the two prisoners, the reins became tangled in the dying man's hand and the horse stopped abruptly. Garnet and her companion jumped to their feet and saw a figure with a rifle jump out of the brush onto the road and run towards the wagon.

It was from Nolan - they both saw it at a glance. As he approached the fallen officer, he bent over him and rolled him onto his back.

"We will no longer molest or attack people as if they were beasts," exclaimed the fugitive. "You thought it was all over with you, huh?" Reaching the car, he added, "You weren't expecting Wingy Nolans, eh? Well, you see, I didn't forget your stallion that day. Oh! I didn't, and I'm not the kind of bay boy I probably am."

"Before you're captain, here's a file for you to get rid of the tags and I'll try them on," he added, turning back to O'Dare.

There was a brief moment of silence, broken only by the quick, hard grinding of the files as they bit down on the rivets that held the chains to the men's ankles.

"You see," Wingy said, "that's the way it is. I couldn't help you before the flogging, I don't stand a chance, but I got some guns and I got some asses behind the high ground. Guess it takes a smarter man than they got here to lie to us for a while. Tell Cap'n there's not much choice now, is there? I'm 'failed' and putting things in order, like telegraphs and tucker. But he wants a

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Chief, and if you want to be chief, captain, why am I going where you are going and staying close to you, help me."

"Do you mean it?" Garnet said, pulling the last rivet out of her ankle strap.


8 So I'll play the game, Wingy; I'll play for what it's worth. I don't care what happens now, except that I'll never be caught alive. I'll 'show up' and some of them will pay for the song I had to dance to! "

"I'm in, Jack, old man," O'Dare said softly as he dropped his irons into the roadside brush with a loud clank.

"You're right, sir," exclaimed Nolans, "I knew it. What more do you want?

  • Well, well, we don't have time to waste anyway, until then.

we agree,' said Garnet, 'help me,' he added to Nolans, and the two of them lifted the dead policeman from the curb and carried him into the brush over the crest of the hill, swerving to the right, forcing the vehicle into bush, where they untied the mare and let her go.

The three horses tethered near the big ironwood weren't the best. Still, they were horses, healthy and strong. The three men quickly led her outside.

"Well, it's probably a difficult experience you're having," said Garnet. u We exchanged the life of a dog for that of a dingo. Instead of being chained, we are being hunted. It's deadly serious,” he added with a short laugh as he turned to his horse and tightened the straps. Then he measured the stirrups and lengthened them through a hole or


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