AN INTRODUCTION AND ADVICE to the LADIES , POINTING OUT The dangers attending backening their milk the first four or five Weeks after Delivery.
To the PUBLIC.
I have very long been convinced of
the many dangerous Consequences
which attend the depraved Custom of employing
Men-midwives unnecessarily—and
have been for some Years intending
from Month to Month to write my Ideas
on that Subject, in order to combat the
very destructive Practice, and endeavour
to awaken the slumbering good Sense of the
Nation. But when I reflected on the great
Difficulty of conquering Prejudice—considered
how generally the Opinion had been
adopted that “Men were the most proper
Attendants on the Labours of Women,”
I confess the Task appeared too
arduous—and I was discouraged.
I knew, that no Arguments, even if an
Angel was to descend from Heaven to utter
them, could persuade the Ladies to be satisfied
with Midwives of their own Sex,
after the fine Polish had been once
RUB’D OFF which modesty ought
to have work’d up to such a bright Pitch of
high finish’d Excellence, as not to have been
capable of admitting the impure stain
within the glossy smoothness of its beautiful
enamel!—I knew, that, assisted by
the greatest Part of the Faculty (whose interest,
as well as pleasure would be
at stake) they would leave no means untried—they
would call in every fallacious
art to their aid, to continue the deception,
by ridiculing Arguments which they
could not confute—and that unmarried Ladies,
through an Opinion of the Virtue of
their Friends, and swayed, and kept in
Countenance, by the prevalent Custom of
the Times, would naturally fall into the
Stream, and not be undeceived until too
far hurried by the Current to be afterwards
able to recede.—On the other Hand, I
likewise knew that our young Men of Fashion
had long ago resolved to bid Adieu to
thinking. Leaving that troublesome Employment
to others, they were intent on
pursuing the far nobler Gratifications of
Sense—endeavouring to bury in a round
of trifling Dissipations, every Sentiment
meriting the Attention of reasonable Beings
that an Attempt to work on such Minds
would be Absurdity in the extreme,—for,
that, even if they were convinced of the two
uncontrovertable Truths I wish to establish,
by being satisfied that Men were
not so safe as Women, and that Men-midwives
polluted the Minds of their Wives,
and rendered them easy Preys to Seduction,
yet these Sentiments would have had no
Weight with them, because they married
without Love, Religion, Principle—the
only Ingredients capable of forming national
Happiness. Impure in their Souls, debauch’d
in their Persons, Libertinism opened
the only Avenue which could present
them with a Prospect of Enjoyments adapted
to their Sensations—their Joys were
independent of their Wive’s Society—their
Healths consequently were only politely
wish’d for—and they would of course
readily risk their Wive’s Purity being contaminated,
rather than be disappointed in
the Pleasure of seducing the Wives of their
acquaintance, through the preparatory Assistance
of the Men-midwives. The Happiness
of our gay young Men not being
centered within the narrow Circle of
Home, the Virtue of their Wives is not
in the least essential, has no Weight, when
ballanced with the Advantages they derive
from the too general Prostitution of the
Sex. They extract Balm from the Vices of
Other Women, which has sovereign Efficacy
in healing any Wounds—alleviating any
smarts, which they may receive, or feel,
from the infidelity of their own Wives—whom
they never treated as their rational
Companions, whose Affections they were
desirous of fixing irremoveably,—but as
necessary Beings to do the Honours of
their Tables—furnish Heirs—and save
their Estates from being encumbered with
the Payment of the Fortunes of their
younger Brothers and Sisters. The only
View on one side, is Money—on the other,
Quality—each having attain’d the only Object
they aim’d at in Marriage,—each, without
any fundamental Principle of Goodness,
to restrain their Pursuits within the
Bounds of Virtue, they throw off the
Mask of Decency—and riot in Vice!—Our
young Men think the Scriptures fit
only to impose on Weakness. The Injunctions
of the Gospel interfere with their
Enjoyments—and having never believed
it’s sacred Truths—or endeavoured to follow
it’s amiable Precepts, they never experienced
the serene Tranquillity arising
from the delightful Possession of an approving
Conscience. At the best, forgetful
even of the Existence of a God—and
laughing at the idle supposition of a
future state, they give the Reins without
Controul to all their Appetites and Passions—check’d
by nothing but what they
term honour. But their Honour is comprised,
in—punishing the Man with murder
who dares to doubt their veracity, or
fail in Respect to their Dignity—and in
paying their Debts to sharpers, instead
of rewarding the Industry of their Tradesmen,
by giving them—their own Property.
Their Honour does not restrain
them from defiling the Beds of their
Friends—breaking Promises to worthy
Dependants—or betraying the Interests and
Honour of their Country for base Wages of
Iniquity, though committed with Confidence
to their Charge, yet sacrificed without
Remorse, for their private Emolument.
Their Honour enforces no single
Virtue!—away with such honour!
I next consider’d the number of well-disposed
Men, who through Prejudice might
neglect; or through Indolence, or Weakness
of Understanding, be blind to the
Force of my Arguments, and of course
remain unconvinced by them—and these
Obstacles, united, appeared too formidable
to be surmounted by any weak Effort
I could make through the Channel of a News
Paper. At last however I took Courage
and submitted my Sentiments to the Consideration
of the Public, in the Gazetteer
of the 28th of March.
I had not, at that time, any Intention
of writing another Letter,—but deriving
Hopes from the favourable Impression my
first seem’d to have made on the Minds of
the Considerate—and having heard weight
laid on the Men’s Knowledge of Anatomy as
a Reason why they should be safer than
Women, I wrote the second Letter to remove
that specious, but mistaken Idea—and
having known some, and heard of many
other young Men Midwives, who really
are ignorant of that Knowledge of Anatomy
which is their only Recommendation to infatuated
Husbands;—and a Man Midwife,
under the Signature of “Old Chiron,”
having endeavoured to abuse the
World with the most scandalous misrepresentations,
and gross Fallacies, my last
Letter appeared to expose the Danger of
employing raw young Men—or believing
such interested Deceivers.
I am quite indifferent about the Offence
which my Letters have given the Ladies of
Fashion, and their darling Doctors—their
“sweet Men.” They are conscious my
Letters convey only a very faint Sketch of
their immodest, obscene practices. They are
too bad to be exactly described without
using Language very unfit for the Inspection
of virtuous Women!—I place dreadful
Rocks in their View, to warn them
from a Course on which their Purity
would be irretrievably wreck’d: and surely
those Parents entertain strange Notions
of Virtue, who carefully keep my Letters
out of the way of their Daughters, through
what they imagine to be “Delicacy!”—they
would rather, in short, have them polluted
in future—past redemption—than instructed
by my friendly Admonitions, how
to avoid the Path to Vice!—the modest,
amiable, worthy, sensible Part of the Community,
I am confident, will read my
Pamphlet with Candour—approve of the
Sentiments contain’d in it—and recommend
it to the Perusal of others. I shall
view the Censures, and Displeasure of the
vicious, and the dissipated, as the highest
Eulogiums;—as Praise—which will convey
the most genial warmth to my Heart—and,
I trust, afford me a pleasing Retrospect
in my latest Hours!—
My Letters having succeeded beyond
my most sanguine Expectation, I am now
encouraged to attack another prevailing
Custom among the Fair—that of not giving
suck to their Infants, at least during
the first five or six weeks.
I shall wave considering the Propriety of
a Mother’s giving suck through a Sense of
the incumbent Duty she owes her child.—Though
the Custom of backening the
Milk is unnatural, dangerous, and too often
fatal, I shall lay no stress on the former,
but rest it entirely on the latter—for
in such an Age as the present, in which
our fine Ladies have few Ideas of any Religion—are
not capable of receiving Pleasure
from domestick Employments—would
infinitely rather converse with any Men
than their Husbands—leave their Children
to be instructed, or neglected by Servants,
and fly abroad, with eager Impatience to
game away their Husbands Fortunes, and
receive the criminal Addresses of their profligate
Admirers, at the Assembly, the
Masquerade, or more commodious Apartments
of the Coterie—laughing at the Censures
of the few who have still some
Regard to Decorum—and despising the
Belief of the perpetual Presence of a
Being who is Witness to all their secret
vicious Deformities—in such times it would
be Folly to mention the Dangers they expose
their Infants to, from diseased Milk,
want of a tender Mother’s Care—or dream
of asking them how they will answer to
the Almighty for not having afforded them
the Nourishment He kindly provided for
their Support?—I shall therefore only
shew the Absurdity and danger of this
Custom, as far as it regards the Health
of the Mother.
And here I must endeavour to give my
Readers some Idea of that part of the human
Body which is concern’d in the
formation, and absorbtion of the Milk,
in order for their understanding the
Force of my arguments.
Our Bodies are constantly, when in
Health, receiving Repairs in all their
Parts, from millions of the smallest,
most minute Arteries. Every Solid, and
every Juice, is form’d out of, and secreted
from, Blood. Those noxious
Parts of the Blood which are not proper
for these different, opposite Uses, are thrown
off by insensible Perspiration. When,
through various Causes, that Perspiration
is obstructed, the acrid Matter which
ought to have gone off, is absorb’d by the
lymphatick Vessels, and returns into the
Blood—brings on Fevers, Gout, Rheumatism,
&c. &c.
The Lymphaticks, are numberless Vessels,
which pass through spungy Glands.
These fine Tubes have a vast number of
Valves, which prevent the Lymph, (or
Liquor) which runs through them from
going a contrary Direction from that intended
for it. These fine Vessels are dispersed
over every Part of our Bodies. The
Point of a needle could not be applied to a
Spot, under the Skin, where the Mouth of a
lymphatic Vessel did not open to imbibe
whatever is put in contact with it. These
minute Branches run into other Branches,
so form larger Vessels, till at last they all
unite in a general Reservoir, where the
Lymph which they contained, mixes with
the Chyle, (the fine Part of our Food,
which is fit to be converted into Blood)
conducted there by the Lacteals, (the
Lacteals resemble the Lymphaticks—they
open into the Stomach, and Bowels—they
imbibe nothing but from our Food)
the Chyle, and Lymph, thus mix’d, run
up within the trunk of a large Vessel called
the thoracic Duct, on the inside of the
back Bone, which is incessantly emptying
it’s Liquor into a Vein under the left
Collar Bone, where it mixes with the
Blood, is immediately convey’d into the
vena Cava, which conducts it, with the
returning Blood from the rest of the Body,
(Lungs excepted) into the right Auricle
of the Heart—it thence is drove by the
contraction of the Auricle, into the right
Ventricle of the Heart—by it’s contraction,
into the Pulmonary Artery—from
thence through the whole Lungs, where
the Blood receives a Change from being
impregnated with something received from
the Air every Inspiration. The Blood
thus changed, is collected from the
Lungs into the Pulmonary Veins, and
conducted into the left Auricle of the
Heart; which drives it into the left Ventricle;
which forces it into a great Artery,
the Aorta—which rushes it over every
other Part of the Body.
The lymphatic Vessels prevent our
Blood depending solely on our Food for
supply, and by means of them we can
subsist some time merely on the Produce
of our own Bodies. All these lymphatic
Vessels are closely accompanied by Arteries—whose
Pulsations assist the motion of the
Lymph to it’s Reservoir:⸺Consequently
the quicker and stronger they beat, the
faster the Lymph is hurried into the
Blood. Hence the Reason why Fevers
occasion so speedy a wasting of the Flesh—hence
Hectics bring on Consumptions—hence
People in Fevers can subsist long
with little Food,—The lymphaticks then
supplying the Blood too abundantly from
our own Juices.
The Author of Nature has ordered an
extraordinary Quantity of Blood to be prepared
for the Child’s Food. Arteries run
into the Glands of the Breasts, and in
passing through them, the Blood, by a
most wonderful Change, is converted into
Milk!⸺by a Change, which nothing
but Custom prevents our viewing as a
Miracle!
The admired Toast of the Town cannot
endure the Trouble of nursing. It
would confine her too much at home—it
has too vulgar an appearance—it is not
warranted by the Example of the first
Circle—the Milk must therefore be backen’d.—It
is denied Liberty to discharge
itself by the Out-lett Providence intended
for it—the Child, whose Constitution it
was calculated for, is not suffered to have
it’s Due. What becomes of the Milk?
It is absorb’d by the lymphatic Vessels,
contrary to the original Intention of Nature—and
convey’d back into the Blood,
in the manner I have before described.—What
is the Consequence?—The blood
Vessels become not only highly over-charged
with Blood, but that Blood is thus rendered
of an improper Consistence. A Fever
ensues!—This Fever comes on when
the woman is ill able to bear it’s Shock!—How
often is this Fever fatal!
The most fortunate Circumstance that
can happen, is, when the Milk finds
another out-lett. Probably otherwise
there may be a formation of Matter
somewhere—there is danger that Matter
may fly to some capital Part.
If the Woman is young, healthy, strong,
it is most probable the Milk will not be absorb’d
quick enough. The Blood will furnish
Milk faster than the lymphatick Vessels
can imbibe it, and convey it back
again. The Breasts are painfully distended—they
inflame.
When too late—it is then resolved they
shall be suck’d.
During the time of Pregnancy a small
quantity of Milk is lodged in the Milk
Vessels of the Breasts. This Milk, when
the nine Months are expired, is thick—clogs
the Vessels. If the Woman never
gave suck, the Pores through which the
Milk ought to issue to the Child, are not
open enough—they require therefore to
be clear’d, by the old Milk being suck’d
off, the very day of the Delivery, and to
empty the Milk Vessels of what must
otherwise clog them. Some woman ought
to suck this off therefore as soon as possible.
If the Child is put to the Breast in
Twelve, or Sixteen Hours after it’s Birth,
it will suck greedily—if delay’d three or
four Days, it is twenty to one the Child
will not attempt it for a long time.
When therefore the Necessity of the
Case has overcome every Resolution
form’d for the Woman’s not giving suck,
and her Child is put to her Breast, it is
in vain!—the Child will not touch the
Breast!—other Children—or women attempt
to ease the poor Woman of her
Load of Milk—this Resource likewise
fails! the thick Milk has clog’d the Vessels—the
N-pp-es, owing to the hard
Distension of the Breasts, has shrunk into
them—and, besides, their Pores have
never been open’d—never been clear’d—no
endeavours avail! the distress’d Woman,
after having been sadly fatigued,
exhausted, finds herself disappointed of
Relief!—dreadful Symptoms soon appear!
she too probably falls a sacrifice to a
ridiculous—senseless—not to say a sinful
deviation from the Path of Nature!—how
many fine young Women have lately
died—and go off every Year, from this
Cause!
But “particular Women have not Constitutions
strong enough to bear giving
suck. Certainly there are some Women
whom it might hurt.” Granted. Let
such particular Women give suck only for
the first four, five or six Weeks. If those
Women then really find themselves too delicate
for the longer continuance of such a
Drain, they then may safely by degrees
leave off giving suck—they have sufficiently
recover’d Strength to venture
throwing the Milk gently back into the
Blood. The most delicately form’d Woman
existing should not dream of suffering
a single Drop of the Milk which Nature
intended for Evacuation, to return into
the Blood, untill the Constitution is re-established—and
enabled to bear discharging
itself of the Superfluities, without
encountering the Dangers which demonstrably
attend a contrary Practice. If
a Woman is too delicate to bear continuing
to suckle her Infant, surely she is too delicate
to endure the flying in the Face of
Nature, and risking the Fever—if she is
healthy and strong, the more incumbent
her duty is, to nourish her Child—her
danger too equal. In every View, the salutary
Consequences attending Mothers
discharging their Duty to their Children
in this point, are so obvious, so glaring,
that to me it is matter of doubt whether
those who fail in it are most to be condemn’d
and despised for their want of natural
Affection—or pitied and ridiculed for
their Folly.
These are my Ideas on this interesting
Subject. Let those Women who obstinately
persevere in a Resolution to deny
their Infants their natural Food—(and in
whose Judgements my Arguments have
appear’d deficient in Weight) stand the
Trial, and risk the Consequence. I most
sincerely hope the Success may answer
their Wishes!
I now refer my Readers to the following
Letters. I can assert, with conscious
Truth that my Sentiments on the preceding,
and following Subjects, have been the
offspring of an Heart warm’d by a Love
for my fellow-Creatures—ever most ardently
solicitous for their Welfare and
Happiness, here and hereafter.
I cannot expect to reclaim any Woman
who has already used a Man, for Reasons
I gave at the beginning of this Introduction,
and because, by quitting him, she
would tacitly acknowledge the Truth of
my Assertions—and because none but
those possess’d of the most exalted Qualities
of the Head and Heart, can have
greatness enough to confess they have been
in an Error of such a Nature.
I am not without hopes however, of
opening the Eyes of sensible Men—and unmarried
Women, who are at present modest,
and wish to remain so—and preventing
the former from advising, and the latter
from falling into the scandalous Custom
of employing Men-Midwifes, which I
know to be erroneous as to it’s pretended
safety—fatally dangerous to the virtue—and
certainly destructive of the
modesty[1] of my fair Countrywomen.—They
may believe me when I assure
them that no purity can withstand the
rude Shock of such Intrusions—the whitest
Ermine is most liable to have it’s Beauties
sullied!
If I should be happy enough to hear
in a few Years that I have given the least
Check to this most abandon’d of vicious
Practices, the Consciousness of having
done a most signal Service to the Community,
will implant genuine Pleasure—substantial
Satisfaction in the Breast of
the Public’s
most obedient
humble Servant,
The Author.
THE Danger and Immodesty, &c. — LETTER I.
In times, when every winter brings
scenes of prostitution from the privacy of
darkness into the public light of day; when
our ladies of quality, and women of fashion,
instead of being as remarkable for their
virtue, as for their beauty, openly cast
aside every sense of shame, and barefacedly
encourage the addresses of men, who,
avowedly, can have no intention but to
involve them in guilt; it is the duty of
every honest man to endeavour to trace the
evil to its source, in order that, by pointing
out the foul spring which corrupts the
stream, the fountain may be cleared, and
the contagion which rages from it, lessened,
if not entirely removed.
Boarding schools are, beyond doubt, seminaries,
where the minds of girls are
early polluted. Let the mistress of the
school be ever so virtuous, prudent, and attentive,
the vicious girls (and some such there
always must be among a number) will find
sufficient opportunities to taint the tender
minds of unsuspecting innocence. Nothing
can be more destructive than bad example;
and, unfortunately, the human
mind is too ready to copy those which are
vicious—and the vicious are more importunate
and solicitous to corrupt, than the virtuous
are to gain proselytes to goodness.
Though I believe the first seeds of vice
are imbibed at a boarding school, yet
I by no means look on that education as the
great cause of these frequent adulteries. If
principles of virtue have been inculcated in
infancy, they may yet, with proper care,
bud out afresh under good culture—and
flourish under the influence of good advice,
when those noxious weeds are choaked up,
which were planted by bad examples, but
which may wither on the cause being removed.
It is to the almost universal custom of employing
Men-midwives, that I attribute
the frequent adulteries which disgrace
our country.
Ignorance has spread this shameless custom.
Ignorance leads people to suppose
men safer than women—Ignorance of what
the Men-midwives do, leads modest women
at first to submit to employ men; and
it is ignorance which leads husbands [who
love their wives] to recommend, nay even
sometimes force them on their wives.
They know not what stripes they are
preparing for themselves—they know
not that they are removing the corner stone
on which the virtue of their wives
is founded—and all this on a mistaken
principle—the idea that men are
safest.
The Almighty, through kindness to his
creatures, has so ordered the labours of
women, that even the honest part of the
Men-midwife tribe confess, that, in thirty
years practice, a person might probably
never meet with a single case where a good
woman might not have done the business.
This confession was made to me by an eminent
man-midwife, after a practice of
thirty-six years. How else would the
world have been peopled? The men have
but lately come into fashion. In praise of
Scotland and Ireland be it spoken, the women
of those countries are still too modest to
employ them. What is the consequence?
Adulteries happen very seldom in those countries;
and every farm-house swarms with
strong, healthy, well-limbed children. If
Men-midwives were requisite to bring children
into the world, what would become
of the wilds of America—the plains of
Africa? Even the Hottentot women are too
modest to employ men—they leave that
abandoned custom to our English ladies—yet
they are so fruitful they furnish slaves
to the globe. It is a notorious fact, that
more children have been lost since women
were so scandalously indecent as to employ
men, than for ages before that practice became
so general. Women have a tenderness
of feeling for their own sex in labour,
which it is impossible men can ever equal
them in. By having felt the pains, and
the anxieties attending child-birth, they
know how to sympathize in a woman’s
sufferings. Their feelings, therefore, are
natural. They lead them to be patient—they
prompt them to allow nature to do her
own peculiar work. They never dream of
having recourse to force—the barbarous,
bloody crotchet never stained their hands
with murder. There never really can be
occasion for a male operator, but when a
deed must be done which my soul shudders
at the idea of, and which I shall not
mention—but thanks to God, such instances
do not occur in a century!—To my
knowledge, a lady was twice delivered in
different parts of the country of England,
by common women-midwives, and both
those cases were as unnatural and difficult
as it is well possible to imagine—she and
the children did well—if she had employed
men, it is more than probable, the children,
at least, would have expired under
the crotchet—or been maimed by the forceps!
And how should this be otherwise! a
long un-impassioned practice, early commenced,
and calmly pursued, is absolutely
requisite to give men by art, what women
attain by nature.—Dr. Hunter, very wisely,
very justly has said, that “Labour is nature’s
work.”—Nature ought to be suffered
nine hundred and ninety-nine times out of
a thousand, to do her own work. All the
knowledge young men can possibly obtain,
must be from dead bodies—for is it in common
sense to suppose, that a young lad
can explore the secret recesses of Venus, so
as to be physically well acquainted with
those parts in living females? No—fires
must quickly be raised, which unavoidably
will confuse all his discerning reasoning
faculties—and art must instantly be lost in
nature. Dr. Hunter, indeed, and one
or two men besides, may perhaps, by the
help of cold constitutions, and dint of very
long practice, do their business nearly as
well as women—by leaving all to nature—but,
if my life and fortune here, and salvation
hereafter, depended on the life
of any pregnant woman, and that of her
infant, I would stake all I held valuable on
her being attended by any old woman
midwife in England, in preference to any
man in the world. Whoever reads Nihel’s
Midwifery, will be satisfied of this truth,
that women are infinitely safer than men.
Who can wonder at the profligacy of
the times, when it is known that even
women of character soon become so callous
to the bashfulness which ought to
characterize their sex (from being habituated
to the familiarities of their Men-midwives)
that they will not scruple informing
a male visitor, without even blushing,
“I was not very well for some days in the
country—so I came to town on purpose to
be satisfied by Dr. ⸺ that I was in
a good way—the dear man has told me that
the child lies right—and I am perfectly easy.”
Monstrous! that a lady can pretend to any
degree of modesty, and yet, not content
with having a strange man attending her
for hours when in labour (most of that time
intimately acquainted with every part) she
can, without any compunction, send for
a man, and admit him without reserve
to the most unbounded liberties, at a
time too, when she is as able to walk, and
do every other act of life, as if she was not
pregnant! Pray let me ask her ladyship,
how did “The dear man,”—“sweet Dr.
⸺,” find out how the child lay?—By
means sufficient to taint the purity, and fully
the chastity, of any woman breathing!—I
will boldly affirm, that, whoever admits
a man to those licentious freedoms, cannot
pretend to answer for what may be the consequences.
If the last circumstance does
not take place, it must be owing, either to
an extraordinary insensibility in the man,
or to the woman’s not suiting his taste,
having such choice of beauties to visit. Suppose,
for argument’s sake, that the fictitious
Goddess of Chastity, Diana herself, was
on earth, and employed me to satisfy
her doubts, during the months of pregnancy
prior to labour—and her mind
of course, at first, free from the smallest
tincture of guilty ideas—yet, if I chose it,
I could so bewilder her reason, that she
should lose sight of every principle of virtue—and
not be able to refuse me whatever I
chose to desire.—When a man is in free
possession of the Citadel, and all the out-works
surrendered at discretion, it is then
too late to attempt guarding the town from
plunder.
But supposing these advantages are not
always taken (which I dare say they are
not) it cannot be denied with truth these
visitations from Men-midwives, remove in
a great measure, the horror of those intrusions
on the advanced posts of virtue,
which are its greatest safeguards—and serve
to prepare the way for the addresses of gay
young men, who make it their business
to seduce married women into the paths of
infamy.
If any lady, desirous of exculpating herself
from my censure, pleads that “she
never admits a Man-midwife to familiarities
but when in actual labour”—I answer,
that, even in actual labour—a woman has
many intervals of ease, for many minutes
together quite free from pain—in those intervals,
her mind cannot maintain its spotless
whiteness—in those intervals she cannot
but be conscious, that the doctor is infringing
on the husband.
But I believe there are very few women
who confine the Doctor’s familiarities to
the times of real labour. Lady ⸺, Mrs.
⸺, acquiesce in whatever he thinks
right during all the months of pregnancy—and
must he not be more than man, or
less than man, who, roving luxuriously
through all the hidden charms of beauty,
can help being inflamed by passion?—and,
if inflamed by passion, he may proceed on
certainties ... he has an unerring
tell-tale under his inspection, which gives
him an infallible cue, when he may
safely throw aside the mask, fearless of any
repulse.
Shew some sense of modesty, ye
Duchesses, Countesses, &c. &c. and those
inferior women, whom ye have debauched
by your bad examples, will again imitate
ye, in forsaking these Scandalous practices.
Blush, ye women of fashion, to own that
any man, besides your husbands, is admitted
to liberties with your persons. No longer
talk of “dear Doctor Hunter,” “angelic
Doctor—” “enchanting Doctor—.” ...
For my own part, if I was a married man,
I declare it would be a matter of the utmost
indifference to me, whether my wife
had spent the night in a bagnio—or an
hour of the forenoon locked up with a
man-midwife in her dressing room.—Let
this shameless custom be abolished, and
then virtue will fly back again to our metropolis,
with all her train of genuine self-approving
pleasures—and England be once
more as much famed for the chastity, as
for the beauty of its women.
Adieu, Mr. Printer—you have received
this letter from a sincere admirer of female
modesty: Without it “beauty
ceases being lovely, or wit being engaging.”
Whoever possesses it cannot be enough
esteemed and regarded—whoever is deficient
in it cannot be sufficiently despised
and slighted. Ye English fair, it ought to
be your characteristic! but while your fathers,
husbands, and brothers are unprincipled,
corrupted senators—you think you
have a right to deviate from your point of
honour, since they shew you the example in
their’s.
To conclude—true modesty is incompatible
with the idea of employing
A MAN MIDWIFE[2].
LETTER II.
The favourable reception my last letter
met with from the public, leads
me to hope our married men will seriously
reflect on the dangers which attend the
employing Men-midwives to attend their
wives, except in cases where there is the
most urgent necessity for the interference
of art. I flatter myself it will not be difficult
to convince sensible, modest women
of two undeniable truths, which nothing
but prejudice, or vice, can render them
blind to the force of:—First, that Men-midwives
are not so safe as women;—and
secondly, that it is absolutely impossible to
permit men to take the unbounded freedoms
which Men-midwives falsely pretend are
necessary, without throwing themselves entirely
at their mercy, and, at all events,
being polluted by their needless invasion.
The Men-midwives and their friends, have
wisely chose to be silent. They are conscious
my assertions cannot be denied with any
shadow of truth, they therefore prudently
have declined the combat. If they had attempted
controverting my arguments, they
must have discovered the sandy foundations
on which they have established the idea of
their being the proper attendants on the labours
of women. Objections which they
cannot remove,—dangers which they cannot
dissipate,—and impurities which no
varnish can conceal, they wish to avoid
mentioning; fearful lest an attempt to answer
my letter, should display to the world
the weakness and insufficiency of their defence,
and stimulate abler pens than mine
to continue the subject too long for their
interest. They vainly imagine my letter
will soon be forgotten, and be consigned
to oblivion amongst waste paper. But
they are mistaken,—this letter shall accompany
it annually to the press, to remind
my fair countrywomen of the inestimable
value of chastity,—and to warn
them from those practices which pave the
way to the most flagrant breach of it;—and
I am not without hope that I shall be
joined by the friends of virtue, and assisted
in the arduous talk I have undertaken.
What undertaking can be more difficult to
succeed in, than an endeavour to reform
the manners of a vicious age? Yet, encouraged
by the consciousness of the rectitude
of my intentions, and of the sincerity
of my wishes to repair the foundations
of matrimonial happiness, I freely offer
my sentiments to the world,—let the candid
weigh them in the scale of common-sense,—and
either adopt, or disregard them,
as they appear to tend to the benefit, or
prejudice of mankind. The consequence
of their decision will principally affect
themselves,—it will not reach to me.
The Men-midwives are sensible, that,
when they urge their knowledge in anatomy
as a reason for their being safer than
women, they mean to take advantage of
the ignorance of mankind. Where very
rare, particular circumstances occur, undoubtedly
the knowledge of anatomy becomes
then absolutely necessary to direct
the operator in the means requisite to save
the woman’s life. In that distressed, unhappy,
deplorable situation, no modesty
can possibly be violated. The poor afflicted
woman, is, if sensible, so taken up
with anxious thoughts, and torturing
pains, that she is not conscious of the transaction—and
the Royal Exchange, when
crouded, might be spectators, without attracting
her attention, or interrupting her
fears. It is quite different in a very large
majority of labours. The woman has
many intervals of ease,—she does not apprehend
there is any peculiar danger in
her case:—her mind, while free from
pain, is at liberty calmly to attend to
whatever is done. There is not above one
labour in a thousand where there is any
occasion for the knowledge of anatomy.
I insist that except in those very extraordinary
cases, a knowledge of anatomy leads Men-midwives
frequently to do great mischief.
It makes them impatient. They know how
to bring on the labour pains,—they know
how to force the birth. From this destructive
knowledge, numbers of children
are demolished,—numbers of women
are thrown into fevers by lacerations and
inflammations, which might have the worst
consequences, and which never would
have happened if the knowledge of anatomy
had not tempted men to have recourse to
art within the proper boundaries of nature’s
empire. For this reason, if I was
a married man, I would not employ even
a woman who had been bred under a Man-midwife.
Her knowing the parts anatomically,
and understanding the use of
instruments, and pursuing the teizing,
fiddling customs of the men who had instructed
her, instead of recommending her
to me, would be a sufficient cause to prevent
my employing her.
The only safe knowledge for a midwife
to possess, is, that which is taught by
experience. Whenever it ceases being
possible for nature, with such assistance,
to do her work, then, and then only, art
ought to be called in with instruments to
aid.—Yet our young women are not ashamed
premeditately to resolve on employing
men, though there are such a multitude
of chances against the supposition of a dead
child—or that there will be occasion for
the destruction of her infant to save her
own life. It is for this wanton use of men,
that I wish I had abilities to expose their
want of modesty in colours striking enough
to hold out our women to the universal ridicule
of the world, and draw down on
them the contempt and indignation of the
virtuous.
Is it not laughable to hear of a modest
woman sending for a man to inform her
whether or not she is with child, and how
far gone?—Heavens! a little patience
would soon have cleared up that matter,
and the most skilful man may be mistaken,
even allowing the supposition (which is not
probable) that he may be quite cool,
and experience no fluttering sensations
to confuse his mind during the serious investigation.
Why cannot the lady allow a
few months to elapse? Her doubts would
then have been removed, without any male
intrusions, without scandalous violations
of modesty—without, what I
term, shameful pollutions of her
person.
What must Men-midwives think of those
ladies, who send for them to be inspected
on such trifling occasions? What can they
avoid thinking? Must they not conclude,
that those ladies are restrained from adultery
not by any principle of virtue, but by
a dread of the consequences; and, since
they can admit no man to familiarities but
their Man-midwife (who is the priviledged
father confessor of England) without losing
their reputations, they are resolved to be
as immodest, without losing their characters,
as the depraved, profligate custom of the
world can authorize them? Men-midwives
entertain each other with curious recitals
of their adventures among the fair:—Surely
those women cannot justly be pitied, who
thus by their folly, or vice, furnish subjects
first for their sensual ideas, and afterwards
for their mirth.
I have been a good deal amused by hearing
my letter commented on in different
companies, where the author was far from
being suspected to be present. The Men-midwives,
and the ladies who receive
pleasure from employing them, never can
forgive me for having exposed their conduct.
All they can however say against
me, is, that I am “very indelicate;”—that
“it is a shame such papers should appear.”—Let
them be informed, Mr. Printer,
that if I am “indelicate,” it is
because they are immodest. Where
the bone is corrupted, the flesh must be removed,
and the foul parts laid bare, in order
to be scraped, and purified—desperate
disorders require desperate remedies. The
“shame” does not consist in what I write
but in what they do.—Let them quit
their practice, I will most readily throw
aside my pen.
I should be sorry to entertain so bad an
opinion of the generality of my fair countrywomen,
as to suppose them hardened
by the depraved custom of the times, beyond
a possibility of being roused to a sense
of danger for themselves and infants, and
to a sense of virtue. Doctor Hunter is,
beyond dispute, the best Man-midwife in
the world—yet, let the advocates for the
indiscriminate use of men lay their hands on
their hearts, and answer me ingenuously
this question—Suppose any three of the
best Midwives in London had lost in their
lives, the same number of women of fashion
Doctor Hunter has lost within these two or
three years,[3] would they not have exclaimed
loudly, and taken advantage of those
deaths to prove the danger of employing women?
All England would have rung of
their mismanagement—and the women
would have been ruined!—There are women
in London who have laid several thousands,
and yet never lost either a mother
or an infant.
Though the abandoned custom exculpates
ladies in the estimation of a dissipated
world, yet I recommend to their confederation
how their thoughts, during the visits
of Men-midwives, will stand the test of the
penetrating eye of their Creator.
I hope to live to see the day, when innate
modesty will be the characteristic of
English women; and of course, when a lady
will not be more publickly branded with
infamy for the most barefaced prostitution,
than for the effrontery which will then be
necessary to enable a woman wantonly to
employ
A MAN-MIDWIFE.
LETTER III.
In my two last letters, I believe I satisfied
those who are open to conviction, that
even the best Men-midwives are not so safe
as women,—and that the custom is destructive
of modesty, and affords those
Men-midwives who chuse it, finer seraglios
than are in the possession of the most luxuriant
Monarchs of the East.
There are bad consequences attending
the practice which I have not mentioned.
It is productive of danger, and of many
evils, even when followed by the most eminent
men in London;—who can fix limits
then to its pernicious consequences, when
a set of raw, unskillful young men are turned
loose through this town—round its
skirts—and over the whole kingdom, and
are received by the credulous multitude
with no other recommendation than the
words over the door of “⸺, Surgeon and
Man-midwife?” Boys think themselves
qualified for Men-midwives, by having attended
one or two courses of lectures under
Doctor Hunter,—or, perhaps, without
having heard any lectures at all, or ever
having seen a subject anatomized, start
from behind an apothecary’s counter—and
begin their career, murdering of infants
without mercy; and with impunity laying
the foundation for cancers, and the most
dreadful diseases in women;—not to mention
the chance of their ruining the peace
of families, by introducing vice and discord,
where health and harmony might
otherwise have gladdened their serene dwellings.—They
know enough of the ways
requisite to use force;⸺they have heard
female Midwives blamed for allowing tedious
labours;⸺they think they will be
deemed expert, in proportion to the quickness
with which they bring the child into
the world,—and the mischiefs they of course
give rise to are innumerable! It is not in
the nature of things possible that a young
man, ever so well qualified by study, can be
a safe Midwife—how dreadful then must
the situations be of those poor women who
are in the hands of the numberless men
who practice that business throughout England!⸺The
people ignorantly take for
granted that the sex constitutes knowledge—insures
safety! The truth is, the
sex alone is sufficient to render any knowledge
destructive in general practice. If
the men must be introduced into the privacies
of women, I would earnestly recommend
it as the most essential qualification
requisite to prepare them for the
study, that they submit to having their
voices made delicate.
And here I should have finished my letter,
and the subject, if I had not seen an
Essay in the Gazetteer of the 17th, signed
“Old Chiron,” which I cannot avoid making
some remarks on, before I conclude.
The author of it uses tolerable language,
and probably could write pretty well on
any other subject. He has done as much
as could have been attempted in order to
continue the delusive error which blinds
mankind. He knew he had not Truth on
his side—he has therefore put words together,
without argument⸺he has boldly denied,
what it is impossible to disprove⸺he has
as boldly asserted what never happened—and
then laughed-off facts, trusting
by ridicule to conceal their existence.
The pen of Junius could not defend the
women who use men.
I believe the thinking part of the world
will join with me in opinion, that he would
have shewn more wisdom if he had remained
silent. A bad defence does harm
to any cause—and the more able the defender
appears in his stile and language, the
worse it is for his cause when he convinces
his readers, that even his abilities cannot do
it service. The more this subject is investigated,
the more prejudicial it will be
to his profession.[4] A practice, adopted, and
continued through a jumblement of ignorance
and vice, can only be favoured by
suffering an impenetrable shade to veil actions
fit only for darkness.
Old Chiron has been drove so hard as
to have been forced to assert that the female
Midwives always “cram their patients
with cordials⸺keeping them intoxicated
during the time they are in labour”—and
that they act like infernal fiends, “driving
poor women up and down stairs, notwithstanding
their shrieks, and shaking them
so violently as often to bring on convulsion
fits, on pretence of hastening their
labours⸺laughing at their cries⸺and
breaking wretched jests upon the
contortions of the women, whose torments
would make a feeling man shudder
at the sight.”⸺I believe that
it is not possible any one can be so sillily credulous
as to have faith in these most shocking,
unnatural, improbable, horrid recitals!
Is it possible even if such a brute in an human
shame found an entry into an house,
that the poor lying-in woman could be able
to be forced “up and down stairs?”⸺and
allow herself to be shook? If she was ignorant
enough, and foolish enough to consent,
would her relations⸺her friends⸺anxiously
attending her, likewise be so ignorant
as not to know such treatment was highly
improper, as well as cruel beyond cannibal
brutality? And this too in England!
where bearing of children is not so very uncommon,
so very extraordinary a circumstance,
as that a Midwife could find means
to persuade people into such dreadful absurdities!—The
idea is too ridiculous! I have
seen among my near relations, many women
in labour, as long as it was decent for
a man to be present; and declare I have
always seen their Midwives treat them with
the utmost tenderness. I have enquired
of several ladies of my acquaintance, each
of whom has bore many children, and always
employed women, and they have all
declared they never even heard of any thing
in the most distant manner resembling such
treatment, as this interested author has abused
his talents by relating. To vouch
falsehoods, and for the most malignant purposes,
needs no comment. Perhaps some
diabolical wretch may have behaved in this
manner⸺but is that ground enough to
erect defamations on, against the whole
sex? If such proof was to be admitted decisive,
I could severely retaliate on him
such proceedings of men, as would melt
an heart of adamant! and I could bring
demonstrable evidence to confirm the authenticity
of my relations—but I have already
been called “indelicate”—and if I
was to write the horrors my pen could unfold—delineate
facts, painting the indecencies,
and barbarities of men whom I could
name, I should indeed be indelicate. What
must then the acts have been, which no
language can convey a description of,
without offending the virtuous, and shocking
the humane! yet I should look on myself
as very culpable if I had instanced these
men as standards for the whole profession
to be judged by. I gave the preference to
women, not because all men were brutes,
but because the greatest Saint on earth, if a
man in health, could not answer for his
principles being proof against the irresistible
temptations arising from being freely indulged
in the most luxurious liberties with all
the feminine beauties of lovely women,—and
because their knowledge of anatomy,
and their instruments being ready at
hand, too often tempt them to use force,
and do mischief in parts of the most exquisite
sensibility, which no art, no care, no
remedy, can ever after repair; where, if
nature had been allowed to do her office,
she would have been a safe operator, and
all would have ended happily; and let any
impartial person decide whether a man, who
knows every method of forcing the birth,
or a woman, who is conscious of being unacquainted
with that dangerous knowledge,
are most likely to alter the
course of nature, by interfering, where
she ought to be the sole actor?⸺It
is an indisputable fact, that women have
such a peculiar sympathy for females big
with young, that ninety-nine out of an
hundred carry it to such an excess as to be
anxious about brutes in that situation. I
have often heard ladies uneasy about mares
they have seen with foal, and bitches with
whelp. It is an instinct implanted, and
interwoven with their natures by the Great
Source of all things, for the wisest purposes.
Those who have felt the agonies of
child birth, surely must be able to sympathize
more feelingly than men who can only
form an idea of them by theory. Women
must be allowed to have more tenderness
in their natures than men⸺so that in
every view we cannot contest the point of
sensibility with them. Yet this author asserts
women are improper for Midwives
because they are most inhuman—because
they drive their fellow-creatures up and
down stairs—and shake them into convulsion
fits! did old Chiron write ironically?
or did he mean to betray the cause of
the male-practitioners, by asserting fictitious
nonsense, which carries falsehood on
it’s face?⸺Let any one view the forceps,
and then judge whether it is a gentle instrument?
it speaks it’s office!—Let any
one view the crotchet, crooked scissars, &c.
sharp knives to be sure are instruments fit
to be trusted in every hand! they pursue
healing measures! they never commit murder!
The writer was pleased to confine himself
to what I said of the Hottentot women,
because the heat of their climate was
adapted to his purpose. I mentioned likewise
“the wilds of America,” and the
kingdoms of Scotland and Ireland. I
fancy those countries are cold enough in
winter.
He has quoted the practice of the Athenians
as an example for our women.
Though Heathen virtues are great reproaches
on Christian vices (I should have
said, on the vices of people who are only
Christians in name, by outwardly professing
what their lives are daily contradicting) yet
I should imagine no Heathen impurities ought
to be admitted patterns against Christian
virtues.—Our surgeons are better anatomists
than the Athenians were; but I am
afraid the Athenian men were better Christians,
though they lived before the birth
of our Saviour.
“But the women of quality do so fall in
love with their Doctors.”—I beg he will
excuse me,—I never supposed they fell
in love with their male inspector.
The sensations which Men-midwives give rise
to, deserve not the name which distinguishes
that noble passion of the soul.—Love,
allies us to our Divine Original, elevates
our ideas to Heaven, and makes us emulous of
worthy actions! It’s signification is scandalously
perverted, when used to describe the
impure gratifications of sense, which degrade
us below the brutes!—Love, and Virtue,
are inseparable. Love never inspires
the human heart, but when that heart is
in pursuit of virtue; when vicious purposes
pollute the mind, it’s end is lust.
“Has there ever been related an instance
of so unnatural a connexion?” Many
where it has been attempted—several where
it has succeeded. Any person may buy the
trial of Doctor Morley, where they will
see that he was convicted, and fined a thousand
pounds, for seducing Mrs. Biker. The
poor woman accused the Doctor on her
death-bed, and told the whole transaction.
The Doctor pleaded to his friends “the
strength of the temptation, the frailty of
nature; and the impossibility of any man’s
resisting such powerful charms.” He quitted
his business; the ladies, however, approved
his conduct,—it recommended him to
their favour, and he was more employed
than ever! Doctor ⸺ was forced to
feign madness to escape the rage of an injured
husband, for having frightened his
wife to death! She happened to be a virtuous,
though not a modest, woman!—Count
Struenzy too was a Man-midwife.—Would
he ever have dared to lift
his eye, or breathe his infamous passion
to a ⸺, if he had not been encouraged
and familiarized by the freedoms admitted
by the profession of a Man-midwife?
Certainly no. Whoever reads the news-papers
of three years back, will find many
paragraphs informing us of prosecutions
of Men-midwives for crim. con.
“A man never seen by them but in
their distress, is sure most unlikely to
become an object of their desire; nor
can the ladies, however lovely in the
bloom of health, be supposed capable of
retaining their attractions in the hour of
agony.”—The writer knows that neither
of these assertions are matters of fact. In
regard to the first, many women see their
Men-midwives in perfect health, to be informed
if they are with child? How far
gone? “Whether the child lies right?”
and on many other pretences.—Men and
women, on such trying occasions, must
give way to nature—there is no possibility
of withstanding it.—As to women’s not
being “attractingly lovely when in labour,”—there
he likewise must have been sensible
that he erred from truth. Those
pains rather add to beauty; and though,
during the continuance of racking tortures,
neither party can attend to any thing but
the pains felt on one side, and the compassion
which a good man must sympathize
in on the other; yet in the intervals
(many there always are, and generally they
are long intervals) no uneasiness on either
side leaves the minds of both at liberty to
entertain other ideas.
“And if he” (the Man-midwife) “is at
all to answer for their conduct, is, I
think, only to be reckoned with for
recovering them so early, and so
putting it in their power to go
abroad and coquet it the sooner.”—The
author is pleased to be facetious with
the ladies! I do not at all wonder that
those men who have such foundation for
censuring their conduct, presume thus to
ridicule them for their eagerness to visit,
in order to receive the homage of their criminal
admirers! I should have thought,
however, that the subject was not of a
nature which could authorize such indecent
raillery. It verifies the old proverb,
“too much familiarity breeds contempt.”
As to the assertion, that “the faculty
employ men to their own wives”—I know
very many instances to the contrary—and
even if this was otherwise, it would be by
no means conclusive. Men who have
such choice of fine women to take the most
licentious liberties with, most probably
cannot remain long faithful to their own
wives—they may therefore easily be supposed
soon to become so indifferent about
them, as to be very ready to suffer their
own brethren to lay them, by way of
keeping up the farce, and blinding the
world. I take for granted however they
permit no private examinations. They are
too much in the secret.
The gentleman concludes with telling
us a story of Dr. Ford’s having attended
a poor woman for three days and nights,
who had been ill used by a woman.⸺What
then?—It only proves that Dr.
Ford is not destitute of humanity, and that
there is one woman who interfered with
nature, and of course did mischief.—I know
he “is a favourite with many women of
distinction”—but those ladies best know
how he has recommended himself to their
favour. Neither Dr. Ford, nor Dr.
Hunter, can presume to affirm, that they
never take the most intimate freedoms with
ladies, when there is no chance for labour.⸺Indeed,
the ladies make no secret
of it—they now can submit to those
examinations on the morning of an assembly,
tell their company of it at dinner,
and go to a tavern to supper!
And now, Mr. Printer, allow me to
take my leave of you, and the public on
this theme.—The unprejudiced will be
convinced—at least it was this flattering,
this most pleasing hope, that stimulated
me to write on this subject.—I can have no
sinister views—the conduct of the world
will not interfere with my happiness—for
I never will marry any woman, unless I
know her sentiments correspond with mine.
The public are now in possession of all
I can think on the subject—The good
sense of the people of England will decide
how far my hints may conduce to their domestic
happiness.—I leave to other pens to
proceed on it, in answer to any writer who
may enter the lists against me. Whoever
wishes to know my sentiments may review
these three letters. I should be an
hypocrite, if I attempted to conceal, that,
as I took up my pen for the benefit of the
community, so I shall be most highly gratified,
if I hereafter find my time has been
employed to purpose, in opening the
eyes of the thoughtless, informing the ignorant,
and warning the virtuous. I despair
of shaming the immodest!
While I live, I shall think no woman
modest who employs
A MAN-MIDWIFE.
APPENDIX.
As I do not wish to bewilder the
Judgments of my Readers, but to
convince their Understandings,—and as
I have, throughout my Letters, laid so
much Weight on the Dangers which attend
hurrying the Labours of Women, I
cannot dismiss this Pamphlet into the
World without endeavouring clearly to demonstrate
the Utility of allowing Nature
to adhere strictly to her own Period for accomplishing
the Birth.
Men, who have not been accustomed to
thinking;—but whose Lives have been
spent in the various Occupations, or dissipated
Pleasures of the World, by having
been habituated daily to view the common
round which Providence takes in the
natural Events of Life, never felt their
Wonder and Admiration excited by considering
them in the Manner which is incumbent
on reasonable, intelligent Beings.
Those, on the other Hand, whose only
real Enjoyments proceed from a delightful
Indulgement of the Soul in Contemplations
on the astonishing Works of God,
divest themselves of that Familiarity to
them which the hourly Evidence of their
Senses would otherwise have obscured—and
render’d Matter for no rational Reflection.
Thus we are blind to the surprizing
progressive Change, which enlarges a new
born Infant, to the size of Manhood! or
a small Seed, to a large Tree!—If an Infant,
the day after its Birth, was to walk
round the Town, in compleat symmetry
of Person, and six Feet high, would not
the Miracle forcibly strike the Minds of
the most thoughtless of our Species?—The
difference is made only by Custom.
Twenty Hours, and Twenty Years, are
exactly the same in the Sight of God!—My
Amazement is excited by seeing the
Change wrought in twenty Years, to the
full in as high a degree, as the same Sight,
in twenty Hours, would raise the Astonishment
of an embroidered Maccaroni at
Carlisle House, or, of an infinitely more
rational, esteemable Being; a poor, ignorant
Labourer in the Fields!
The Work of Nature, in Labour, is one
of it’s most extraordinary Acts!—Untill
the Parts are in some degree prepared by the
miraculous Change effected in them by the
Labour Pains, the Child could no more
enter the World than it could fly into the
Clouds!—Untill the Parts are properly
prepared, the Child cannot appear without
the most obvious Danger.
Every Pain has it’s Office,—it lubricates—it
dilates. Where these Pains are
not violent—are not quick in their Return—but
are lingering, and tedious, they
plainly indicate that the Woman requires
great Preparation—Nature is gradually, and
by the most gentle Means, forwarding the
Distension—and if left to herself, will not
bring on the Birth till every thing is accommodated
to her Purpose.
Men Midwives, seldom wait for Nature’s
Moment. Women are objected to, because
they are tedious—Men are extolled
for their quickness. If Doctor ⸺ has
two or three pregnant Ladies waiting,
from whom he expects handsome Payments,
he will take Merit from hastening
the Birth—and if any Accident happens
from his Impatience, his Reputation is
too well establish’d to suffer in the Eyes of
Mankind—and the Misfortune is attributed
to some of the common Casualties attending
Labour, when it derived it’s
Source solely from the Doctor’s having
brought the Child forward, unnaturally,
before the Parts were pre-disposed, by a
proper distension, for it’s Reception, and
Passage. I fear two Ladies died lately
owing to this very Practice. The Parts
inflamed—the Inflammation spread by
Sympathy—the Bowels mortified. If
these Ladies had lain-in in the Country,
and had employ’d common, plain Women,
who pretended to no Knowledge
but what they derived from Experience,
it is a Million to one that the Ladies would
now have been alive and well.
The Men-midwives not only give rise
to Inflammations by bringing the Child
before the Woman has felt half the number
of Pains which Nature intended to predispose
the Parts—but likewise by their
abominable Dilatations. Can any Practice
be more repugnant to common Sense, than
that of irritating the exquisitely sensitive
nervous Fibres of those Parts, by way of
preparing them for Distension? The Men
absolutely counteract the very end they pretend
to have in view, by Dilatation!—Friction
must irritate—irritation must inflame—Inflammation
must contract. It
is no Wonder if Parts so nicely constructed—highly
irritated for (perhaps) Hours,
should inflame after the Birth, and be productive
of the most dreadful Consequences!—Yet
their Officiousness recommends
them to the Ladies!—I really cannot
find Words to inform my Readers
of every Circumstance I wish to relate. I
start Hints—and leave them to pursue
the Subject by an exertion of their own
Reason.
I have now entirely done with all which
relates to the Danger Women and Children
run through officious, shameful Impatience.
I have only to recommend one
serious Reflection to those Husbands who
think their Happiness would be interrupted
by detecting any Infidelity in their
Wives. I beg they will consider the Advantages
they give Men-midwives, in allowing
them so many favourable Opportunities
of extolling the personal Charms of
the Ladies, whose Beauties lie open to their
most curious Researches. No Men can
possibly have such critical Opportunities for
engratiating themselves with the Fair.
Flattery, critically applied to Women,
has strange Effects. They can accompany
their Flattery with irresistible Persuasives.
The sacred Names of Religion and Honour
may be made Subservient to their Purposes.
The more they are pretended to be
prized in their Estimation, the more they
may be urged in proof of the bewitching Allurements,
and forcible Power of those
hidden Beauties, which have obliterated
every Remonstrance of Virtue, and stifled
every Check of Conscience. The poor
Woman’s Pity is excited, when she views
the strongest Principles of her “dear
Man” overcome by her Charms—she can
only blame herself for possessing such provoking
Temptations—she is blinded by the
Assistance of Nature—her own Vanity turns
Advocate for the Doctor, and acquits him
of Villainy during the Empire of Passion;
though the return of Reason, when too
late! discovers the Artifices which have
accomplish’d her Ruin!
THE AUTHOR.
I hope Doctor Hunter will pardon the
latter part of the Reference, at the bottom
of my second Letter. I fear I misrepresented
him in attributing Infirmities to
his share which I am inform’d he never
yet has experienced. His Abilities are
great—and if a Man must be employ’d,
I think he may be called in with as much
safety as any Man of his Profession.
☞ As this Pamphlet recommends the
employing of Women, the Publishers have
taken some Pains to procure a List of those
who are eminent in their Profession—and on
the best information recommend the following
Midwives to those Ladies who have too
much Modesty to employ Men—and who are
convinced by the preceding Pages that the
Men are not so safe as Women.
| Mrs. Nihell |
|
Hay Market |
| Mrs. Brooke |
} |
Cross Key Court, Little Britain |
| Mrs. Stephens |
} |
| Mrs. Lee |
} |
| Mrs. Harris |
|
Mould Makers Row, St. Martin’s Le Grand |
| Mrs. Reynard |
} |
Bartholomew Close |
| Mrs. Forrest |
} |
| Mrs. Smith |
} |
Cow Lane, Snow-Hill |
| Mrs. Page |
} |
| Mrs. Phillips |
|
Garlick Hill |
| Mrs. Andrews |
|
Bush Lane, Cannon Street |
| Mrs. Longbottom |
|
Near Guy’s Hospital |
| Mrs. Richardson |
|
Westminster |
| Mrs. Souden |
|
Ratcliff Row, Old Street |
| Mrs. Hall |
|
Bunhill Row, Ditto |
| Mrs. Barnet |
} |
Somerset Street, White-Chapel |
| Mrs. Larkin |
} |
| Mrs. Blunt |
|
Swallow Str. Golden Sq. |
| Mrs. Lyttelton, |
|
Amen-Corner, Paternoster Row |
FINIS.