ABSTRACT
The dearth of new books just now gives us time to recur to less recent ones which, we have hitherto noticed but slightly; and among these we choose the late edition of Margaret Fuller’s Woman in the Nineteenth Century, because we think it has been unduly thrust into the background by less comprehensive and candid productions on the same subject. It is ‘interesting to compare this essay of Margaret Fuller’s published in its earliest form in 1843, with a work on the position of woman, written, between sixty and seventy years ago—we mean Mary Wollstonecraft’s Rights of Woman. Both Margaret Fuller and Mary Wollstonecraft have too much sagacity to fall into this sentimental exaggeration. Their ardent hopes of what women may become do not prevent them from seeing and painting women as they are.
