When your secretary invited me to come here, she told me that your Society is concerned with the employment of women and she suggested that I might tell you something about my own professional experiences.
It is true I am a woman; it is true I am employed; but what professional experiences have I had?
It is difficult to say.
My profession is literature, and in that profession, there are fewer experiences for women than in any other, with the exception of the stage - fewer, I mean, that are peculiar to women, for the road was cut many years ago by Fanny Burney, by Aphra Behn, by Harriet Martineau, by Jane Austen, by George Eliot.
Many famous women, and many more unknown and forgotten, have been, before me, making the path smooth and regulating my steps.
Thus, when I came to write, there were very few material obstacles in my way.
Writing was a reputable and harmless occupation.
The family peace was not broken by the scratching of a pen.
No demand was made upon the family purse.
For ten and sixpence, one can buy paper enough to write all the plays of Shakespeare, if one has a mind that way.
