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Title: A Group of Famous Women
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    A GROUP OF
    FAMOUS WOMEN

    STORIES OF THEIR LIVES


    BY
    EDITH HORTON


    ILLUSTRATED


    D. C. HEATH AND COMPANY, PUBLISHERS
    BOSTON NEW YORK CHICAGO




    COPYRIGHT, 1914, BY
    D. C. HEATH & COMPANY
    1 C 4




    TO THE
    WOMEN TEACHERS OF AMERICA
    WHOSE NOBLE LIVES HAVE EVER BEEN
    AN INSPIRATION TO THE YOUTH
    OF OUR LAND




FOREWORD


The best kind of American woman is proud. She has confidence in
herself. She is not vain or conceited or self-assertive, but she
has faith in her own powers. Even if she could, she would not spend
her life in play or in idleness; she would choose to work. She
believes that because she is doing her chosen work—whatever it may
be—steadily, hour by hour, day by day, she is achieving. Because she
has confidence in herself, she can live and labor serenely, proudly.
No matter how obscure her lot, she feels herself to be in the same
class as the most famous of her American sisters who have worked
with steadiness and confidence at their task, and who have achieved
greatness.

So difficult has it been for teachers to find brief, readable
biographies of distinguished women to use in connection with their
lessons in history and civics that they will welcome this interesting
collection. It should help to make the girls in our American schools
proud of their womanhood and it should give them a strong desire to be
worthy of belonging to the same class as this group of noble workers.

  EMMA L. JOHNSTON

 Principal Brooklyn Training School for Teachers.

 March 16, 1914.

 "If women now sit on thrones, if the most beautiful painting in the
 world is of a mother and her child, if the image of a woman crowns the
 dome of the American Capitol, if in allegory and metaphor and painting
 and sculpture the highest ideals are women, it is because they have a
 right to be there. By all their drudgery and patience, by all their
 suffering and kindness, they have earned their right to be there."

  —_O. T. Mason_

 "The Egyptian people, wisest then of nations, gave to their Spirit
 of Wisdom the form of a woman; and into her hand, for a symbol, the
 weaver's shuttle."

  —_John Ruskin_




INTRODUCTION


The advantages of biography as a means of education are obvious.
History and biography go hand in hand, the latter giving vitality and
reality to the former.

Educators have for a long time appreciated this, and in many Courses
of Study throughout our land provision has been made for the teaching
of history through biography. In most cases, emphasis has been laid
upon the notable careers of Washington, Franklin, Lincoln, and other
illustrious men, with the purpose of interesting the young and
inspiring in them the spirit of emulation.

It is a remarkable fact that little attention, if any, has been given
to the study of the careers of distinguished women, and the question
has often been asked why short biographies should not be prepared, in
order that the pupils in our schools might become familiar with the
noble and unselfish lives of the many remarkable women whose influence
has been inspiring and uplifting. It is hoped that those who read the
stories of the lives of the women whose names appear in this volume
will find in them an incentive to guide their own lives into useful
channels.

These types have been selected because of their direct influence upon
events of world-wide significance. Only a limited number of types has
been given because it would be impossible, within the compass of one
volume or of many, to record the great and good deeds of women, past
and present.

The compiler has no intention of expressing her personal opinions; the
facts of these women's lives speak for themselves, and the stories,
necessarily brief here, of their careers are so full of vital and human
interest that it is hoped that the young reader may be led to the
perusal of more complete biographies in later life.

Many foreign born girls in our schools have practically no means
of acquiring any adequate idea of the ideal standard of American
womanhood—a standard radically different from that in their own native
lands. The foreign born boys, however, invariably study the lives
of great American men, and thus have no difficulty in familiarizing
themselves with high ideals in ethics and statesmanship at precisely
the time when the most enduring impressions are being made. As there is
no reason whatever for this disparity of opportunity, it should cease,
and by means of this little work and others of similar character,
our school girls in general—and more especially those of foreign
birth or parentage—should be made acquainted with the traditions and
responsibilities of American women, and the unlimited opportunities for
development and progress in this great Republic.

Women have been important factors in our national growth, and the value
of their aid in carrying forward the progress of human improvement
has never been properly estimated. The future of woman in America is
undoubtedly to be of still greater significance to our country. Every
art and profession is open to her, everything compatible with womanhood
is within her reach, and she should be in readiness for the supreme
civic privilege if such be granted her.

To-day, women are voting in ten states of the Union, a fact which
calls attention to the necessity of educating girls for the duties of
citizenship. The woman of the future will be better equipped to meet
such duties by the study of the lives of certain representative women.

In the schools, side by side with boys, our girls study civics. Side by
side with boys, they salute the Flag. Grown to womanhood, still side by
side with men, they will help to uphold all the sacred traditions for
which our Flag stands,—the true woman never forgetting that the home
and the family are the bulwarks of the country.

  E. H.




CONTENTS


      PAGE

    JOAN OF ARC                                  1

    DOROTHY PAYNE MADISON                       13

    ELIZABETH FRY                               27

    LUCRETIA MOTT                               35

    MARY LYON                                   49

    DOROTHEA DIX                                61

    MARGARET FULLER                             75

    HARRIET BEECHER STOWE                       83

    MARIA MITCHELL                              99

    LUCY STONE                                 107

    JULIA WARD HOWE                            115

    QUEEN VICTORIA                             123

    FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE                       133

    SUSAN B. ANTHONY                           143

    MARY A. LIVERMORE                          151

    CLARA BARTON                               165

    HARRIET HOSMER                             173

    LOUISA M. ALCOTT                           183

    FRANCES E. WILLARD                         199

    WOMEN ON THE BATTLE-FIELD AND IN PIONEER
      LIFE                                     207




LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS


                                           PAGE

    Joan of Arc: The Peasant Girl  _Frontispiece_

    "The Maid of Orleans"                    11

    Dorothy Payne Madison                    12

    Elizabeth Fry                            26

    Lucretia Mott                            34

    Mary Lyon                                48

    Dorothea Dix                             60

    Margaret Fuller                          74

    Harriet Beecher Stowe                    82

    Maria Mitchell                           98

    Lucy Stone                              106

    Julia Ward Howe                         114

    Queen Victoria                          122

    Florence Nightingale                    132

    Susan B. Anthony                        142

    Mary A. Livermore                       150

    Clara Barton                            164

    Harriet Hosmer                          172

    Louisa M. Alcott                        182

    Frances E. Willard                      198

    Martha Washington                       206

    Molly Pitcher                           210




A GROUP OF FAMOUS WOMEN


  "_The woman's cause is man's; they rise or sink
  Together, dwarf'd or godlike, bond or free._"

  —ALFRED TENNYSON

[Illustration:

  _Henri Chapu, (1833-1891)_      _Louvre_


JOAN OF ARC: THE PEASANT GIRL AT DOMRÉMY]




JOAN OF ARC

(1410, 1412-1431)

 "Oh child of France! Shepherdess, peasant girl! Trodden under foot by
 all around thee, how I honor thy flashing intellect, quick as God's
 lightning, and true as God's lightning to its mark, that ran before
 France and laggard Europe by many a century, confounding the malice of
 the ensnarer, and making dumb the oracles of falsehood!"

  —_De Quincey_


The story of the life of Joan of Arc is so unusual and so wonderful
that it would be difficult to believe it to be true, if all that
happened to her had not been told in a court of law and written down
during her lifetime. Few facts in history come to us so directly, for
these old records are still preserved in France, where they may be seen
and read to-day.

Joan was born sometime between 1410 and 1412, in the little village of
Domrémy, France, being the fifth child of Jacques and Isabelle d'Arc.
Her parents were peasants in comfortable circumstances and Joan did
not suffer through poverty. She never learned to read or write—indeed,
very few people at that time were able to do so—but she became
skillful in the use of the needle and helped her mother in all the
household tasks. She was always good and obedient to her parents and
kind to every one, especially the sick and the poor.

When work for the day was over, Joan ran about with her playmates, full
of fun and frolic, dancing and singing for the pure joy of living.
Often the children would run to the beautiful forest near the village,
where there was an oak which they called the fairy tree. Here they
would bring cakes for little feasts, at which they would dance, hanging
garlands of flowers on the branches in honor of the good fairies. This
was a custom of peasant children of France in those days.

Joan would sometimes steal away from her companions and sit quietly
and thoughtfully alone. For she was living in a very unhappy time for
France, and the misfortunes of her beloved country weighed upon her
spirits.

Her father had told her of the sad condition of France, of how the
kings of England had been for nearly a hundred years trying to make
themselves kings of France, and how, little by little, they had taken
possession of French lands until it was feared they would soon own the
entire country and France would have an English king. Charles, called
the Dauphin, son of the old French king, did not dare to be crowned,
and no prince was thought to become really king of France until that
ceremony had taken place. For centuries, the French kings had been
crowned and anointed with sacred oil at the Cathedral of Rheims, but
as the city of Rheims was far away and in the power of the English,
Charles thought he could not safely go there.

As Joan grew older, she spent much of her time alone and in prayer,
brooding over the wrongs of her country. She implored God to have pity
on France. When about thirteen years of age, and while she was standing
in her father's garden at noon one summer day, she suddenly saw a great
light and heard voices telling her to be good, and telling her, also,
that she must go to the rescue of her country. Joan said that she was
only a young, ignorant peasant girl, who could neither ride a horse nor
use a sword. But the voices kept on speaking to her for years, always
telling her the same thing, to go to the relief of the Dauphin.

Joan at last came to believe that the visions and the voices came from
God, and she determined to obey them. When she told her father and
mother what she intended to do, they tried to dissuade her, telling her
that the voices she heard were imaginary, and that it was impossible
for a girl to do what trained military men and great generals had
failed to accomplish. Though it was very hard for her to act contrary
to the wishes of her parents, Joan said she must do the work God had
planned for her. Soon her gentle persistence had its effect, and people
stopped laughing at her and ridiculing her, some even beginning to
believe in her mission.

The voices bade Joan go to the Dauphin, who was then living at Chinon,
a castle on the Loire, and tell him that she had come to lead his army
to victory and that he would shortly go to Rheims to be crowned.

At first it seemed impossible for her to get to Chinon, but she went to
Vaucouleurs, where her uncle lived, and with his help she succeeded in
persuading Robert de Baudricourt, the commander there, to give her an
escort of a few armed men for the journey. Someone gave her a beautiful
war-horse, which, to the surprise of all, she rode well, though she had
never ridden before in her life. She cut her long, black hair short
and dressed herself in doublet and hose like a boy, and this costume
she wore during the remainder of her life.

On February 23, 1429, she rode out of Vaucouleurs through a gate
which is standing to-day, and after several days journeying came to
Chinon. Here there was some delay, for Charles was surrounded by people
who advised him not to grant Joan an interview, but she was finally
permitted to enter the great hall of the castle, where crowds of men,
knights, and nobles in gorgeous attire, were assembled. But Joan was
not dismayed. With confidence, but also with modesty, she walked up
to one who was very plainly dressed, and fell on one knee before him
saying, "God send you long life, gentle Dauphin." The man pointed to
another, richly dressed in gold and silk embroidery, saying, "That is
the King." But Joan said, "No, fair Sir!" She was not to be deceived,
and her recognition of Charles, notwithstanding his disguise, caused
all to wonder and many to believe in her.

The King asked her name and what she wanted.

"Fair Dauphin, my name is Jeanne the Maid; and the King of Heaven
speaks unto you by me, saying that you shall be anointed and crowned at
Rheims," Joan replied.

She then asked to be allowed to lead his army to the relief of Orleans,
which city was under siege by the English at that time, telling him
that under her guidance the victory would be theirs. Many of the nobles
laughed at the idea of a girl leading an army, but after talking
with her, Charles granted her request and sent her to Tours, where
preparations were made for the journey to Orleans.

At length all was in readiness and the start was made. On a bright
spring day, Joan rode away from Tours at the head of the King's army,
wearing beautiful armor of white wrought iron. She carried an ancient
sword, which she had divined was hidden behind the altar of St.
Catherine in the chapel at Fierbois, and a banner embroidered with
golden lilies. Such a sight was never seen before nor since.

It was night, April 29, when the French reached Orleans. They had
safely passed an English fortress and entered the town without trouble.
The people of Orleans, carrying torches, crowded around Joan, eager
to see the brave girl who had come to their rescue. The women tried
to kiss her hands and all the people shouted and cheered. The entire
city rejoiced, for Joan's calm confidence, her bravery and decision,
inspired the soldiers with belief in her and in the success of her
undertaking.

Very soon Joan led her soldiers forth against the English and they were
successful in taking several forts. She had prophesied long before this
time that she would be wounded during the fighting, and one evening,
shortly before the siege was raised, she said to Brother Pasquerel, the
priest who was with her, "To-morrow rise even earlier than to-day. Stay
always at my side, for to-morrow I shall have much ado—more than I
have ever had, and to-morrow blood shall flow from my body."

The next day, while placing a ladder against a wall during the thick
of the fight, a cross-bow entered her shoulder in spite of her armor
and blood flowed. The arrow was drawn out and the wound was dressed,
whereupon she insisted upon returning to the battle, though it is said
she cried a little because of the pain.

At eight o'clock that night one of Joan's generals came to her for
permission to stop the fighting until morning. But Joan asked him
to wait a while. Then she rode into a vineyard and prayed. When she
returned to the field, she found that a soldier had carried her banner
into a ditch. She seized it, and waving it so that all the men saw it,
cried, "When my standard touches the wall, we shall take the fort!"
Soon the wind blew the fringe of the banner against the wall and with a
mad rush the French climbed into the fort, while the English fled.

The next day, May 8, 1429, the siege was raised, and ever since, the
people of Orleans celebrate that day and pay honor to Joan, called by
them "The Maid of Orleans."

Several other victories were won by the French under Joan's leadership
until the English were driven far to the North. Then Joan tried to
induce Charles to go to Rheims to be crowned, so that the French people
would feel that he was really their King. But the distance was great
and the roads passed through towns which were occupied by friends of
the English, and Charles, who loved his ease, was hard to move. At
length, however, he was persuaded, and with an army of twelve thousand
men Charles started on his journey to Rheims, which city he entered on
July 16, being crowned the next day with imposing ceremonies.

This was perhaps the happiest day of Joan's life. The great Cathedral
was crowded with people, only the center aisle being kept free for
the procession. First came the Archbishop, accompanied by his canons
in their robes of state. Then came men of high rank, magnificently
dressed. From the west door Joan and the King appeared side by side,
and cheers and cries of welcome greeted them, followed by a deep
silence preceding the solemnity of the coronation. The Archbishop of
Rheims administered the coronation oath; then the Dauphin was anointed
with the sacred oil, and crowned, while the trumpeters played and the
people shouted. The Maid knelt at the King's feet and wept for joy.

When asked by Charles to choose a gift as a reward for her work for her
country, she begged that the people of her native town Domrémy might be
free from paying taxes. This was granted, and for three hundred years
the taxes were remitted. On the books is written against the town of
Domrémy: "Nothing. For the sake of the Maid."

This was all Joan would accept. For herself she desired nothing except
to be allowed to go back to her village home to tend her sheep and be
again with her mother. But Charles VII would not consent to that, for
France was not yet free from the English.

So it was decided to try to recapture Paris. Shameful to say, however,
the King did not give Joan the assistance he should, withdrawing
instead from the city. Soon afterwards, while leading an attack
against the Duke of Burgundy, Joan was taken prisoner and sold to the
English. King Charles made no effort to effect a ransom for her, nor
did anyone else in France attempt to raise money to save her from her
unhappy fate. She was charged with sorcery, put into prison in Rouen,
and after a year was brought to trial. At the trial she was found
guilty, was sentenced to death, and burned at the stake in the market
place of Rouen, May 30, 1431.

Joan of Arc had no grave; her ashes were thrown into the Seine. There
remains no relic of her, no portrait, or any article she ever touched.
Still she will never be forgotten. It is now nearly five hundred years
since her death, yet to-day she is honored and reverenced, and many
statues have been erected to her memory.

A mere child in years, she rescued her country from the English by a
series of brilliant victories, crowned the French king, and in return
for this was burned alive at the stake, while those for whom she had
fought looked on, making no effort to save her. She was seventeen years
of age when she led the armies of France to victory, and but nineteen
when she met her cruel death.

[Illustration]

Her pure, steadfast, simple faith, together with her devotion to God
and her patriotism, constitute her greatness. During her life in camp,
in Court, in her home, and in prison, she never forgot her womanly
ideals, though she was called upon to do a man's work; and she stands
to-day to all nations a shining example of pure and noble womanhood.




[Illustration: DOROTHY PAYNE MADISON]


DOROTHY PAYNE MADISON

(1772-1849)

 "It is by woman that Nature writes on the hearts of men."

  —_Richard Brinsley Sheridan_


Dollie Madison was born May 27, 1772, in North Carolina. Her father,
John Payne, was a native of Virginia, but he lived on a large
plantation in North Carolina which had been given him by his father.
He married Mary Coles, a noted belle and beauty, and their daughter
Dorothy inherited her mother's good looks.

In their home on the Southern plantation, the Paynes avoided all
display, although they enjoyed every comfort and were generous in
hospitality. The little Dorothy was brought up to dress quietly and
wear no finery. After their removal to Philadelphia, which occurred
when Dorothy was fourteen years of age, both John Payne and his wife,
already Quakers, became more strict in that creed than they had been
before. It was Mr. Payne's conviction—as it was of all Quakers in good
and regular standing—that slavery was sinful, and this belief led him
to free his slaves, sell his plantation and come North.

In their Northern home, the Quaker rules were rigidly carried out.
Though young and of a particularly gay and joyous disposition,
Dorothy—or "Dollie" as her friends called her—was forbidden such
pleasures as dancing, music, and many other amusements. All this
discipline, which we should call unnatural, Dollie received with
sweetness and cheerfulness. Her beautiful face reflected a beautiful
character.

Mr. Payne, who was untrained in business ways, met with financial
reverses, and in his troubles was aided by a young lawyer of wealth
named John Tod, also a member of the Society of Friends. This young
man, who had fallen in love with Dollie, showed Mr. Payne much
kindness, finally obtaining his consent to ask his daughter's hand in
marriage. When he proposed to Dorothy, however, she replied that she
"never meant to marry." But her father was ill at the time, and to
please him, Dorothy, like the dutiful daughter she had always been,
consented, and so had the satisfaction of making her father happy for
the remaining few months of his life.

After her marriage, Dollie lived for three years the life of a Quaker
matron, devoting herself to her husband, her home, and her two babies.
Then an epidemic of yellow fever broke out, and John Tod sent Dollie
and the babies away from the city while he remained to look after his
parents, who were both dying of the fever.

As soon as he could leave, and already ill, he hastened to his wife
and children. Mrs. Payne, Dollie's mother, opened the door for him. "I
feel the fever in my veins," he gasped, "but I must see her once more!"
In a few hours, he and one of the babies were dead. Dollie herself was
then stricken, and fatally, it was believed. She recovered, however,
and taking with her the remaining child, a boy whom she had named John
Payne after her father, Dollie went to her mother in Philadelphia.

These sad experiences broadened and deepened her lovely nature so that
she developed from a shy girl into an attractive woman. Her troubles
seemed only to increase the natural sweetness of her disposition and
enhance her beauty. These gifts, together with her youth and riches,
caused her to become the object of much curiosity and attention.

On a certain morning during her walk, she was seen by James Madison,
who immediately sought for an introduction. This undoubtedly flattered
Dollie, for Mr. Madison was a very prominent and important figure in
Congress, with a name celebrated throughout Europe and America. He had
worked with Washington, Franklin, and Hamilton to establish the United
States government on a firm basis, so that he has since been called the
Father of the Constitution.

In a letter to her friend Mrs. Lee, Dollie wrote:

 DEAR FRIEND:

 Thou must come to me. Aaron Burr says that the "great-little Madison"
 has asked to be brought to see me this evening....

When he came, Mrs. Tod received him in a fine mulberry satin gown, with
silk tulle about her neck and a dainty lace cap on her head, a curl of
her pretty black hair showing from underneath. She so sparkled with fun
and wit that the scholarly Mr. Madison concluded that there was nothing
to do but to offer himself as a husband, and before long they became
engaged.

President and Mrs. Washington were much pleased when they heard of this
and sent for Dollie to come to them. Mrs. Washington said, "Be not
ashamed to confess it, if it is so," for Dollie was shy and confused.
Then she added,

"He will make thee a good husband and all the better for being so
much older. We both approve of it. The esteem and friendship existing
between Mr. Madison and my husband is very great and we would wish thee
to be happy."

Dollie was just twenty-two years of age and Mr. Madison forty-four. In
September, 1794, at Harewood, Virginia, the home of Dollie's sister
who had become the wife of a nephew of Washington, Mrs. Tod and James
Madison were married. The guests came from far and near, and there was
much merrymaking and gaiety at the wedding; even the quiet, reserved
bridegroom became transformed and permitted the girls to cut off bits
of Mechlin lace from his ruffled shirt as mementoes.

The bride and groom went first to Montpelier, Virginia, Mr. Madison's
home, but soon returned to Philadelphia, where, at the request of her
husband, Dollie, laying aside her Quaker dress, entered society and
began to entertain largely. Her tact and kindness of heart won every
one, and at a time when party spirit ran high and political differences
caused bitter feeling, Mrs. Madison entertained with dignity and
elegance, slighting no one, hurting the feelings of none, and sometimes
making friends out of foes.

When Washington died, Mr. and Mrs. Madison were among his sincere
mourners, and helped to comfort the lonely widow for the loss of
her greathearted husband. When Thomas Jefferson became President of
the United States, James Madison was made Secretary of State. Mr.
Jefferson, being a widower, and requiring a lady to assist at his state
banquets, often called upon Mrs. Madison to sit at the head of his
table in the White House. Her charms especially fitted her for such a
position.

After Jefferson had served two terms as President, James Madison was
elected to fill his place. At the inauguration ball Mrs. Madison wore a
gown of buff-colored velvet, a turban with a bird of paradise plume on
her head, and pearls on her beautiful neck and arms.

During the first years of Madison's administration, while national
affairs were going on smoothly, Mrs. Madison's entertainments at the
White House were many and popular. She had the rare gift never to
forget a name and the faculty of putting people at their ease, and thus
banishing shyness and stiffness. Her receptions were never dull. Her
sparkling conversation drew the best minds to her, and the ease with
which she met strangers was remarkable.

She was kind alike to rich and poor, and gave generously of her wealth
to the deserving. To her husband she was an able adviser, her sound
common sense and good judgment often helping him in his decisions of
public matters. President Madison said that, when he was tired and worn
out from matters of state, a visit to his wife's sitting-room never
failed to rest him.

But national affairs were not to remain quiet. Trouble had long been
brewing with England. The commerce of the United States had been almost
entirely destroyed by acts of the British. The Atlantic coast from
north to south was blockaded by them and many American seamen were
impressed. Washington and Adams had managed to avert this war, but now
matters were come to a crisis: the whole nation was inflamed, and on
June 18, 1812, Congress formally declared war.

As most of the fighting was done at sea, life at the capital went
on undisturbed until August 19th, when it began to be rumored that
the British were coming to attack Washington. The rumor became a
certainty when a horseman dashed through the villages forty miles below
Washington, shouting:

"To arms! Cockburn is coming!"

The English had landed five thousand men and were marching toward the
capital. Washington was in a state of panic. Citizens banded together
for defence and marched to meet the enemy. On August 22, President
Madison bade farewell to his wife and left for the front. Up to this
time Mrs. Madison had been without fear, but now, learning that the
American ships had been destroyed and knowing that her husband was in
danger, she became very uneasy.

The work of saving records was at once begun. Important papers were
piled into wheelbarrows and carts and carried away. At three o'clock,
August 24, Mrs. Madison sat anxiously waiting for some word from her
husband. She refused to leave the White House until a large portrait
of General Washington was saved, and time being too short to admit of
its being unscrewed from the wall, she gave the order to have the frame
broken with an axe and the canvas taken out. It was sent in a carriage
to a woman living beyond Georgetown, who afterward returned it to Mrs.
Madison. It now hangs in the White House again.

A hurried note from the President bade her be in readiness to leave in
a carriage at a moment's notice, for it was feared the British would
destroy the city. Soon her worst fears were realized, for sounds of
approaching troops were heard. Two gentlemen rushed into the room,
exclaiming:

"Fly, madam! At once! The British are upon us!"

Mrs. Madison suddenly remembered that the Declaration of Independence,
which was kept in a case separate from other documents, had been
overlooked when the other papers were sent away. She turned, and
notwithstanding the protests of her friends, ran into the house, broke
the glass in the case, secured the Declaration, and then jumped into
the carriage, which took her to the home of a friend in Georgetown.

Washington could be rebuilt and many valuable articles which were
destroyed could be replaced, but the Declaration of Independence once
gone would have been lost forever.

That night, few people in or near the city of Washington slept.
Instead, they watched the flames destroying the beautiful city, for the
British had set fire to the public buildings, the President's house,
the new Capitol, the Library of Congress, the Treasury Buildings, the
Arsenal and Barracks, besides many private buildings, and the wind from
an approaching storm fanned the flames, thus completing the fearful
destruction.

Before daybreak, Mrs. Madison left her retreat and traveled to a
small tavern, sixteen miles from Washington, where her husband met
her. Shortly, word was brought to them that the hiding place of the
President had been discovered, and that the British were even then in
pursuit of him. Mrs. Madison induced him to retreat at once to a small
house in the woods, while she started for Washington, first disguising
herself, for the English had said that they were going to capture the
beautiful woman and take her to England.

President Madison, however, learning that the British had evacuated
Washington, returned to the city that night. His wife had also reached
there in safety. The burning of Washington filled the hearts of
Americans with indignation, and even in England many condemned the act
of Admiral Cockburn, saying that it was "a return to barbaric times."

After three years of fierce conflict, the peace treaty between England
and the United States was signed at Ghent, on December 24, 1814. Every
one was glad, but no one more so than President Madison, who had been
drawn by his party into the war and who was greatly criticized and
blamed for it. The President and his wife now took a large house on
Pennsylvania Avenue. The brilliancy of social life at the White House
had never been equaled before Dollie Madison's time, and it is doubtful
if it has been since.

In 1817, James Monroe became President and Mr. Madison retired to
Montpelier, Virginia, where he and his wife entertained with true
Virginian hospitality the many friends and tourists who came to
visit them. Their home was a beautiful one, containing many artistic
treasures. Here they lived happily until Mr. Madison's death in 1836.

Soon after her husband's death, Mrs. Madison returned to Washington to
live among her old friends, and after a time her home again became a
social center. Much consideration was shown her by Congress and by high
officials, who respected her for her worthy and honorable life, and for
her heroism during the burning of Washington.

During her latter years she was saddened by the dissolute habits of her
only son, Payne Tod, whose debts had been frequently paid by President
Madison and who now appealed to his mother for money. To save him from
disgrace she even sold her beloved Montpelier.

Dollie Madison died in Washington, July 12, 1849, at the age of
eighty-two, and was buried in the cemetery at Montpelier beside her
husband.

Lossing says: "Mrs. Madison adorned every station in life in which she
was placed."




[Illustration: MRS. FRY READING TO THE PRISONERS IN NEWGATE PRISON

_From an old engraving_]


ELIZABETH FRY

(1780-1845)

    "A lamp is lit in woman's eyes
    That souls, else lost on earth,
    Remember angels by."

    —_N. P. Willis_


In Warwick, England, lived a family of Quakers named Gurney. They were
not "plain Quakers" at that time, which means that they did not wear
plain clothes and refrain from the use of ornaments, nor did they
refuse to take part in the pleasures of the world, as strict Quakers
are supposed to do. The children, nevertheless, were brought up in
accordance with the doctrines of the Bible, very rigidly interpreted.

Mrs. Gurney, a woman of fine education and sound judgment, instructed
her little daughters in English, mathematics, literature, Latin and
French, and in domestic duties. They were taught to sew and to make
plain garments, to oversee the preparation of the meals, and if
necessary, to do the cooking. Very great care was taken with their
manners, for Mrs. Gurney believed that gentleness and polite behavior
were necessary in women.

Elizabeth, the third child, born May 21, 1780, who became the famous
Elizabeth Fry, was frail in health, and so nervous that she was afraid
of the dark. To cure her of this, her father compelled her to go to bed
without a light—a treatment that only increased her nervousness and
fear. So firmly was the memory of this severe punishment fixed in the
child's mind that, when she married and had children of her own, she
never permitted any method of discipline that tended to cause fear.

Elizabeth had not a tractable disposition, but was inclined to be
wilful, obstinate, and opinionated. Even as a child, she would act
independently. This pronounced trait in her character, so objectionable
in youth, enabled her in later years to do many things worth while, in
the face of unreasonable opposition.

Her mother died when Elizabeth was twelve years old. As she grew older,
she gradually broke loose from her Quaker training and began to think
more about dress and adornments; she even learned to dance, and enjoyed
going into society. But, while enjoying these pleasures, she all the
while realized that she was not really happy. Then she tried to find
out the reason. She went among the poor and helped them, but this was
no more than all Quakers did. She feared that she was becoming more and
more satisfied with the light, pleasant, easy things of life, while the
great and good things that might be done ever haunted her, and called
to her to regard them.

At this time a traveling Quaker preacher named William Savery, a man
of great force and a powerful and compelling speaker, came over from
America. He addressed a meeting of Friends which the Gurney sisters
attended, including Elizabeth, all sitting in a row on the women's
side in the Meeting-House. These young girls wore some ornaments and
were more elaborately dressed than the other Quaker girls. When the
speaker touched on this matter of adornment and in a gentle, tender
voice pleaded for the customs of the plain Quakers, Elizabeth was much
affected; all her pleasures seemed to her sinful, and she wept bitterly.

Afterward she had long talks with William Savery, in the course
of which, it is said, he prophesied her future. His words changed
Elizabeth utterly; she cared no more for the world and its pleasures.

Her father, to test the genuineness of her conversion, induced her to
visit friends in London who lived in the midst of gaiety. There, she
attended the theater, but was not interested; she danced, but found it
dreary; she played cards, but was wearied. All the enjoyments of former
times failed to satisfy her. She returned home, and after several
months spent in meditation, finally came to the conclusion that, for
her at least, those things were wrong; that, for her, life held more
important duties. She then gave up all amusements, began to use the
"thee" and "thou" of the strict sect, adopted the close cap and plain
kerchief of the Quakeress, and preached at meetings.

Once her mind had cleared, she never wavered in the belief that her
life must be devoted to works of charity. She began by opening a school
for poor children. She was only nineteen, very youthful-looking and
very pretty. Everybody wondered how she could govern this school of
seventy wild street-children, who had never before known restraint.

While she was occupied with this school, a young Quaker from London,
named Joseph Fry, fell in love with her and proposed marriage. At first
Elizabeth thought she could not accept Joseph's offer; that to marry
would interfere with her plans. But the young man was deeply interested
in benevolent work, himself, and had sufficient means to assist her in
her projects.

So they were married at Norwich, and later their home at St. Mildred's
Court, London, became a meeting place for Quakers from all parts of the
world. Instead of card-games and dancing for their entertainment, the
visitors in this house heard discussions of plans for the formation of
poorhouses, schools, and hospitals for the poor.

In 1809, Elizabeth's father died; and on her knees by his bedside,
Elizabeth again vowed to devote her life to the service of God. She now
lived in Plashet, Essex, the country seat of her husband's family. With
growing children of her own about her and great numbers of guests, one
might suppose that she had all she could possibly do. Nevertheless, she
found time to open a girls' school for street-children, to organize a
soup kitchen, a drug-store, and a library for them, while in her own
home she kept a collection of clothes of all sorts with which to clothe
them.

When this enterprise was well established and the poor people about her
made comfortable, Mrs. Fry turned her attention to the great prison
at Newgate, London, where conditions were reported to be shocking.
In company with officials and a party of friends, she made her first
visit, in 1813. They found things much worse than they had been led to
believe.

Mrs. Fry at once determined to reform prison life. Illness in the
family delayed this project for nearly three years; but the idea never
left her until at last the work was begun. The life of the prisoners in
Newgate, and in all prisons at that time, was too harrowing to be here
described.

The public listened to her reports, were properly shocked, but scoffed
at the bare idea of Elizabeth Fry as a reformer. For a _woman_ to
attempt such a work was absurd! Mrs. Fry paid no attention to what was
said, but went straight ahead. She began by establishing a school for
the prisoners' children, and gave the wretched women prisoners work for
which they were paid. Before this, being idle, they had spent their
time quarreling, fighting and gambling; now, when they could earn a
little money, their behavior began to improve.

Soon Parliament took an interest in this work, ordering an
investigation. When the wonderful reforms she had accomplished became
known, Mrs. Fry was the most famous woman in England. Queen Victoria
expressed a desire to become acquainted with her, and a meeting was
arranged which has been described as follows:

 Her Majesty's small figure, her dress ablaze with diamonds, her
 courtesy and kindness as she spoke to the now celebrated Quakeress,
 who stood outwardly calm in the costume of her creed and just a little
 flushed with the unwonted excitement, attracted universal homage. The
 two women spoke, and cheer after cheer went up from the crowd gathered
 about.

The Court learned that day that there was in goodness and benevolence
something better than fashion and nobler than rank.

Mrs. Fry's work for the poor and unfortunate took her to the prisons of
many lands, and everywhere honors were bestowed upon her. She died at
the age of sixty, October 13, 1845.




[Illustration: LUCRETIA MOTT]


LUCRETIA MOTT

(1793-1880)

 "There is in every true woman's heart a spark of heavenly fire which
 beams and blazes in the dark hours of adversity."

  —_Washington Irving_


Born on the quaint little island of Nantucket, January 3, 1793,
Lucretia Coffin grew to girlhood among peaceful and beautiful
surroundings. Her father was Captain of a whaler and was, consequently,
often away from home for long periods of time, so that the mother was
responsible for the early training of the children.

Lucretia and her sisters were taught to be thrifty in household
matters, and trustworthy in all the relations of life. Industry, too,
was greatly encouraged in the Coffin family. When the mother had to
go out, she would set her daughters at their knitting, telling them
that when they had accomplished a certain amount of work, they might
go down into the cellar and pick out as many of the small potatoes as
they wanted, and roast them. This was considered a great treat, and we
can picture the six little children gathered about the big fireplace
watching the potatoes in the ashes.

Captain Coffin gave up the sea at last and moved his family to Boston,
where he entered into business. The children at first attended a
private school, but Captain Coffin, who was nothing if not democratic,
decided afterward that they should go to the public school, where they
might "mingle with all classes without distinction." Lucretia said in
after life that she was glad of this action of her father. "It gave me
a feeling of sympathy for the patient and struggling poor, whom but for
this experience, I might never have known."

At thirteen years of age, Lucretia was sent to a Friends' boarding
school at Nine Partners, New York. Both boys and girls attended this
school, but were not permitted to speak to each other unless they
were near relatives. In that case they might talk together a little
while, on certain days, over a corner of the fence that divided the
playgrounds.

One of Lucretia's sisters—"the desirable little Elizabeth," as her
father called her—accompanied her to this school. These sisters,
although very different in character, loved each other with a
peculiarly deep affection. Elizabeth, though clever, was retiring in
disposition and always kept in the background, while Lucretia, who was
high-spirited and wide awake, was inclined to take the lead among her
companions. Throughout their lives they remained devoted friends, and
although Elizabeth could never be persuaded to take any part in public
life, she counseled and advised her distinguished sister, who seldom
took any important action without consulting her.

At this school, on the boys' side of the house, was an able young
teacher named James Mott. It happened one day that a little boy, a
cousin of James Mott, was punished by being confined in a dark closet,
being allowed only bread and water for his supper. Lucretia, who
thought the boy had not been at fault, managed to get some bread and
butter to him. This act attracted the attention of James Mott to the
girl, and afterward his sister Sarah, who also attended the school,
became Lucretia's most intimate friend. During one of the vacations,
Lucretia visited Sarah Mott and thus met the family into which she
afterward married.

When fifteen years old, Lucretia became assistant teacher in this
school, at a salary of one hundred dollars a year. Her father, who
thought women should be trained to usefulness, gave his consent to
have Lucretia remain away from home for this extra year, which proved
to be an eventful one for her. The two young teachers, James Mott and
Lucretia Coffin, found that they had many ideas in common. Both had
ability and both were desirous of gaining knowledge. They formed a
French class and it was while studying together that their attachment
began.

It was at this time, also, that Lucretia became impressed with the
unequal condition of women as compared with that of men. She said:

"Learning that the charge for the tuition of girls was the same as that
for boys, and that when they became teachers, women received only half
as much as men for their services, the injustice of this distinction
was so apparent that I early resolved to claim for myself all that an
impartial Creator had bestowed." She little thought at the time what an
important part she would play in supporting that claim.

While the two sisters were at school, their father gave up his business
in Boston and took charge of a factory in Philadelphia, where Lucretia
and Elizabeth joined him in 1810. Soon after, James Mott resigned
his position as teacher and followed them to Philadelphia, entering
business life. In a short time, he and Lucretia became engaged. These
two young people were just different enough to live in harmony together.

Lucretia was a bright, active and very pretty girl, quick to understand
and quick to execute,—qualities that often made her impatient with the
slowness or stupidity of others. She was fond of a joke, too.

James, on the other hand, was quiet, reserved and shy, taking serious
views of life. In 1811, they were married according to Quaker rites.
Then began one of the happiest of wedded lives,—and in spite of
privations, for James Mott always found it difficult to support his
family.

When Lucretia's father died, leaving her mother with three children
to support, the Motts did all they could to help her. Lucretia opened
a school for the purpose, and soon afterward her husband's business
ventures prospered, so that he, too, could assist.

Just as their prospects were brightening, however, there came a severe
blow in the death of their only son. Lucretia then gave up teaching and
spent a great deal of time in the study of the Bible and of theology.
She used to read William Penn, Dean Stanley, and John Stuart Mill with
her baby on her knee.

Soon she took her place as a preacher in the Society of Friends,
feeling "called," as she tells us, "to a public life of usefulness";
and during the latter part of the year 1818, she accompanied another
minister named Sarah Zane to Virginia, for the purpose of holding
religious meetings. Here Mrs. Mott came into contact with the question
of slavery, and in all her discourses she never failed to urge the
doctrine of emancipation. She believed in liberty of the body and
liberty of thought; indeed, her belief in liberty may be said to have
been the basis of all her sermons.

The Quakers who held slaves freed them as early as 1774. The Society
of Friends, to which Mr. and Mrs. Mott belonged, became so interested
in the slavery question as to recommend that any goods produced by
slave-labor should not be handled by any Quaker in regular standing.
Mr. Mott was at that time engaged in a prosperous cotton business,
but consistent with his views, he gave up this business,—for a while
finding great difficulty in making a living.

In 1833, the Female Anti-Slavery Society was formed in Philadelphia.
Mrs. Mott was one of four women who, braving public opinion, gave
their voices to the cause of Freedom. She was President of the society
during most of its existence; and it was due mainly to her inspiring
presence, her courage and activity, and her unfailing dignity, that the
society accomplished its great work.

She sheltered fugitive slaves, everywhere befriended the colored
people, and traveled from place to place preaching the doctrine of
liberty.

Young people of the present time can hardly understand the bitter and
fierce opposition encountered by those people who were working to
free the slaves. For many years, public feeling on the subject was
so intense that many anti-slavery meetings were broken up by acts
of violence. Sometimes mobs of men and women stoned the windows of
the houses where these meetings were being held, breaking into the
assemblage, leaping upon the platform, and shouting so loudly that the
speaker's voice was lost in the noise.

In 1838, during a riot in Philadelphia, a mob burned Pennsylvania Hall,
and then marched through the streets threatening an attack upon the
house of James and Lucretia Mott. Mrs. Mott sent her children out of
the house to a place of safety, and she, with her husband and a few
friends, sat quietly waiting for the mob. Before it reached the house,
however, the leaders urged the rioters to attack a home for colored
orphans in another part of the city, and so the raid upon the Mott
house was given up for that night.

At another time, when the mob was expected, and when Mr. and Mrs.
Mott, surrounded by their friends, sat listening to the angry cries
of threatening men outside, it happened that in the crowd was a young
man friendly to the Mott family. He cried, "On to the Motts'!" and
purposely ran up the wrong street. The rioters followed him blindly,
and the Motts were a second time saved from violence.

Women who had formerly been Mrs. Mott's friends passed her on the
street without speaking, and scornful people laughed at her. Sometimes
rough men, carried away by the excitement of the times, surged round
her like maniacs, threatening violence, but Mrs. Mott never lost her
temper or her composed manner. In her own story of her life she says,
"The misrepresentation, ridicule and abuse heaped upon these reforms do
not in the least deter me from my duty."

When the National Anti-Slavery Society was formed, Mrs. Mott took a
prominent part, offering suggestions with "such charm and precision
that they were readily assented to." In this work she was associated
with Garrison, Whittier, and other noted Abolitionists.

In 1840, Mrs. Mott was sent to London to represent the Abolitionists
of the United States at the World's Anti-Slavery Convention, where she
met Elizabeth Cady Stanton, also a delegate. They were not permitted to
take their places in the Convention, for by a vote taken at their first
sitting, that body decided that only men were to be admitted. Aside
from this, however, the women were treated with the greatest courtesy.
But, though their feelings were supposed to be salved by being given
seats of honor in the hall, they felt keenly the humiliation of their
position. It was certainly an indignity.

Mrs. Mott had for years been accustomed to speaking in public, people
of all denominations coming many miles to hear the great Quaker
preacher. Her home had been a refuge for hunted slaves, and all her
eloquence was devoted to the cause of their freedom. Without doubt, she
was one of the most prominent persons present at this meeting. She, if
anyone, should have been allowed to speak in behalf of humanity.

Out of the indignation aroused on this occasion in the minds of Mrs.
Mott and Mrs. Stanton, grew the Woman Suffrage Movement. The first
Woman's Rights Convention was called in Seneca Falls, New York, July,
1848, the rights of women to the ballot and their equality with man
under the law being the subjects discussed.

James Mott approved of his wife's course and assisted her all that he
could by presiding at the first meeting. No end of ridicule was heaped
upon the women who thus openly claimed equal rights with men, but Mrs.
Mott argued her cause so politely and so wittily that her opponents
were disarmed. It is a pleasure to know that Lucretia Mott lived to
see the slaves freed and to note the change of public opinion toward
herself and others who had worked for freedom.

When Mrs. Mott was seventy-five and her husband eighty years of age,
they went to Brooklyn to visit their grandchildren. While there, Mr.
Mott was taken ill with pneumonia and passed away quietly while his
wife was sleeping on the pillow beside him. Colored men bore him to
his grave, at their own request, to show their regard for one who had
worked so persistently to benefit their race. The Motts' married life
had been one of great happiness, not the slightest shadow having ever
come between them. One who knew them well said, "Theirs was the most
perfect wedded life to be found on earth."

Mrs. Mott was greatly solaced to know that her opponents had changed
their opinions in respect to her. During the latter part of her life,
it was no unusual thing for a stranger to stop her in the street and
ask the privilege of shaking hands. Once a woman in mourning passed
quickly by her, whispering, "God bless you, Lucretia Mott."

Each Christmas Day she visited the Colored Home in Philadelphia,
carrying turkeys and pies and personal gifts to every inmate. She also
sent a box of candy to every conductor and brakeman on the railroad on
which she traveled, saying: "They never let me lift out my bundles,
and they all seem to know me!" The number of children, both black and
white, named after her, was astonishing.

At the Centennial Anniversary of the Old Pennsylvania Abolition
Society, Lucretia Mott was greeted by the vast audience with cheers and
waving of handkerchiefs and hats. Another ovation occurred at a July
Fourth meeting of the National Woman Suffrage Association. When she
rose to speak some-one called to her, "Go up into the pulpit!" As she
ascended the pulpit steps, all sang, "Nearer, my God, to Thee!"

Mrs. Mott lived twelve years after her husband's death; then she too
passed away, on November 11, 1880, at the age of eighty-seven.

All women have cause to remember her with affection, for she braved
public opinion to secure recognition for them.




[Illustration: MARY LYON]


MARY LYON

(1797-1849)

 "Human kind is but one family. The education of its youth should be
 equal and universal."

  —_Frances Wright D'Arusmont_


To-day if a girl wishes to obtain an education equal to that of a man,
the doors of many colleges and other institutions of learning are open
to her. It is not so many years ago that this was not the case. Most
people, then, thought that girls had no need for a knowledge of the
higher branches, and it is largely owing to Mary Lyon that the young
women of to-day have such splendid advantages for education.

Born in Buckland, in Western Massachusetts, February 28, 1797, Mary
began life, poor and obscure. She was the fifth of a family of seven
children, and her early life was one of hard work and of meager
opportunity.

Yet it was not unhappy. Her mountain home was well kept, and her
parents governed entirely by kindness, insisting upon gentle words,
pleasant looks and thoughtfulness for others, on the part of all the
children. Out of doors all was beautiful. The mountains, the rocks
and streams, the fine trees which surrounded the house,—all gave the
child much pleasure. To Mary it seemed as though the peaches and the
strawberries raised on their own little farm were larger and more
delicious than any others. Her parents had a wonderful faculty for
making things grow, and the neighbors said that the plants in Mrs.
Lyon's dooryard always bloomed more luxuriantly than any others in the
neighborhood.

When Mary was four years old her father died, but her mother, with the
help of a hired man, continued the work of the farm and succeeded in
supporting her family. Mary, as she grew up, did much of the housework
and the spinning. In those days, nearly every family spun the thread to
weave the cloth for their own garments, and by the time she was twelve
years old, Mary had become expert at this work.

At the age of seven, Mary walked two miles to school. She delighted in
her studies and made such rapid progress that visitors to the school
were astonished. Finally, the district school moved still farther away,
and then Mary went to Ashfield to study, living there during school
months and doing housework to pay for her board.

Every spare moment was spent over her books and, when she was twelve
years old, Mary Lyon determined to become a teacher. None of the other
girls in the school had any definite purpose as to the future. The boys
planned to become carpenters, farmers, teachers, lawyers, or ministers,
but girls were supposed to become wives, mothers and housekeepers, for
which offices no special training was thought necessary. Since that
time, fortunately for the race, public opinion has changed in this
respect; to-day, everybody knows that in order to manage a household
well, to rear children, and to make a happy home, girls need to have a
great deal of knowledge.

When Mary Lyon announced her intention of being a teacher, the
community was astonished, not to say shocked. It was predicted that she
would fail. Men, not women, were meant for the teaching profession!
Mary's proficiency in her studies, however, could not be denied. Early
and late she pored over her books; in four days, to the amazement of
her teacher, she learned all of Alexander's Grammar and recited it
perfectly. When she was thirteen, her mother married again and went to
live in Ohio, but Mary remained on the farm and kept house for her only
brother. He paid her one dollar a week—a large sum for a girl to earn
in the year 1810.

For a while it looked as though her high ambitions would never be
realized, but the brave girl did not know the word despair. She studied
all she could and read every book she could lay her hands upon. After
five years spent in this way her brother married and went away, leaving
his sister free to do as she pleased.

Thus thrown entirely upon her own resources, Mary began her career as a
teacher in Shelburne Falls. Seventy-five cents a week and board made up
her munificent salary. By dint of spinning and weaving for some of the
neighbors, she earned a little more. Luckily, she did not care for fine
clothes or trinkets, so that at the age of twenty she had saved enough
money to enable her to spend a term at Sanderson Academy at Ashfield.
This was her great opportunity and she improved it well, making a real
sensation in the school by her brilliancy. They say that when Mary Lyon
stood up to recite, her class-mates laid aside their tasks to listen to
her.

The term over, Mary planned to go back to teaching, for she had no
money to continue her studies. It so happened that some of the trustees
of the Academy, hearing of her unusual scholarship, offered her another
term, tuition free. Mary thankfully accepted this favor, and doubtless,
had wonderful dreams of the use she might make of all her knowledge
when she should get it. But, first, she must plan some way to pay her
board while studying. Among her possessions were some bedding, some
table linen, and a few other household articles. These she succeeded
in exchanging at a boarding house for a room and a seat at table. Her
companions in the boarding house told of her that she slept but four
hours, spending all the remainder of her time at her books.

But though she had now reached a point in scholarship where she could
easily hold a position as teacher, Mary Lyon by no means considered her
education completed. All her vacations were spent in the study of some
branch in which she found herself deficient. She spent some time in the
family of the Reverend Edward Hitchcock, afterward President of Amherst
College, with whom she studied natural science, at the same time taking
lessons in drawing and painting from his wife.

In 1821, at the age of twenty-four, Mary had saved enough money to
enable her to enter the school of Reverend Joseph Emerson at Byfield.
Her friends were strongly opposed to her going, telling her that she
knew enough already; that, as she would never be a minister, it was
unnecessary for her to study more. But Mary had other ideas, and could
not be diverted from her purpose.

Mr. Emerson was a broad-minded man of very advanced notions for his
day and generation. He actually believed that women could understand
philosophical subjects as well as men and that, if their minds demanded
good solid food, they ought to have it! His wife was a woman of much
ability, and together they discussed questions of science and religion
with their pupils.

It was undoubtedly these discussions that turned Mary Lyon's mind and
thoughts to spiritual things. Heretofore, she had been so absorbed in
her passion for general knowledge that the matter of religion had never
touched her. Suddenly the fact burst upon her that all things in this
life were useless and unsatisfying, except as they were used in helping
humanity. From this time on, her work of teaching seemed little short
of inspired.

When, later, an assistant was wanted at Sanderson Academy,
notwithstanding the opposition of many who believed that a man should
fill the place, Mary Lyon was selected for the position. Before long
one of her former teachers, Miss F. P. Grant, sent for her to fill a
higher position at Derry, New Hampshire. Mary delayed going in order to
take some lessons in chemistry from Professor Eaton of Amherst.

The school in Derry numbered ninety pupils. It was held only during
the summer months, and during the winter Mary again taught at Ashfield
and Bucklands. She charged twenty-five cents a week for tuition, the
scholars boarding with families in the vicinity, at the rate of $1.25
weekly. Meanwhile Miss Grant, who had removed to Ipswich, induced Miss
Lyon to join her there. Together they conducted the Ipswich Academy,
and together they worked out their ideas of what a school should be.

During these years of teaching, Mary Lyon's heart had been full of
sympathy for girls who desired an education but could not obtain it.
There were no scholarships offered in those days and the doors of men's
colleges were closed to women. At Ipswich, Mary found it impossible
to conduct a good school on the income derived from the fees of the
pupils. So she tried to interest wealthy men, ministers, and college
presidents in her plan of forming a high-grade school or college for
women, asking those who were able, to donate a sum of money for the
purpose.

Most of these men refused to aid her in the project, repeating the
old story that "girls had no need for a knowledge of science or the
classics; that, in fact, they were unfitted for studying advanced
branches." Miss Lyon held a quite different view, and stuck to her
purpose through every discouragement.

Yet, sometimes even brave Mary Lyon had moments of despondency, when
she would weep bitterly over her failure to interest others in her
plans. But the idea of giving up the work never crossed her mind. She
often said to her pupils, "If you feel depressed, think of others, not
of yourself!"

About this time she refused a good offer of marriage, saying that her
life was devoted to one purpose and that she must give herself entirely
to her work. She prayed, and begged her mother to pray, for success.
Over and over again she would say: "Commit thy way unto the Lord. He
will keep thee. Women _must_ be educated. They _must_ be!"

At last her faith turned to a faint hope. People began to be
interested, and she now gave all her time to the work of soliciting
funds. It was her desire to raise the first thousand dollars from
women, and this she succeeded in doing in two months' time. Dr.
Hitchcock, always her staunch friend, aided her with his support and
approval, and one by one broad-minded, noble men lent their assistance,
until the Female Seminary was an assured thing.

On October 3, 1836, the corner stone of Mount Holyoke Seminary was
laid at South Hadley, Massachusetts. Mary Lyon in writing to a friend
of the occasion said: "I have indeed lived to see the time when a body
of gentlemen has ventured to lay the corner stone of an edifice, which
will cost $15,000 and which will be an institution for the education of
females. This will be an era in female education."

In about one year the Seminary was opened to pupils. Since its
advantages were intended chiefly to benefit poor girls, the charges
were placed at the low figure of sixty dollars a year for board and
tuition. There were accommodations for eighty pupils, but one hundred
and sixteen attended the first year!

In order to lessen expenses, as well as to insure good health and to
teach domestic science, all the household work was done by the pupils.
Moreover, if it could be shown that the graduates of the Seminary
had acquired a knowledge of household matters together with their
classical and scientific studies, the prejudice which existed against
education for girls might be lessened.

Miss Lyon received a salary of two hundred dollars a year, and her
teachers received from one hundred to one hundred and fifty dollars
each. Catherine Beecher once took Mary Lyon to task for the small
salaries paid her teachers. Miss Lyon replied, "In a list of motives
for teaching, I should first place the great motive, 'Love thy neighbor
as thyself'." She aimed to employ only such teachers as would work as
she did—for the benefit of humanity. Her own best reward was the love
which her pupils manifested for her, and the respect with which they
treated her.

She never had any trouble with discipline because she never required
anything of the students but compliance with the ordinary rules of
lady-like behavior, consideration for others, and attention to their
studies. They were expected to do right, or to go away. The fact is
that none but earnest workers sought to enter Mount Holyoke.

After twelve years as Principal of Mount Holyoke Seminary, Miss Lyon
died, March 5, 1849, and was buried in the Seminary grounds. Over her
grave is a beautiful monument of white Italian marble bearing the
memorable sentence she uttered when giving her last instruction to her
scholars:

"There is nothing in the world I fear, but that I shall not know all my
duty or shall fail to do it!"

To her was due one of the greatest revolutions in the history of our
country. She reversed the prevailing opinion of the men of that time
regarding female education, and was the grand pioneer in a movement
which has gone steadily forward ever since.

To-day the property of Mount Holyoke is worth $3,000,000. Thousands of
girls have been educated there, many of whom have become missionaries
and teachers. Many others have married, their education enabling them
to be better wives and mothers, and to do their full duty in any
station in life to which they may be called.




[Illustration: DOROTHEA DIX]


DOROTHEA DIX

(1802-1887)

 "Great women belong to history and to self-sacrifice."

  —_Leigh Hunt_


Dorothea Dix has been called "the most useful and distinguished woman
America has yet produced." Let us follow the events of her life and
decide for ourselves whether this statement is true.

Dorothea Lynde Dix was born April 4, 1802, at Hampden, Maine. Her
father, Joseph Dix, was a man of unstable character and of a most
singular mental make-up. In fact, he was regarded as almost insane on
religious questions. He wandered about from place to place writing
and publishing tracts, spending in this way the little money he had,
without regard to the needs of his family. His wife and children were
required to assist in the stitching and pasting of the tracts, a
tiresome work which brought them no return.

At twelve years of age Dorothea rebelled against this labor. She wished
to attend school, but there was little chance for her to study while
she lived with her father. So she ran away from Worcester, where the
family then lived, and went to Boston, the home of her grandmother,
Mrs. Dorothea Lynde Dix.

Mrs. Dix received the girl as kindly as her nature would permit. But
she was a stern woman, with very strict ideas of training children,
and every piece of work done for her had to be perfectly performed or
severe punishment followed.

Once, when little Dorothea had failed to accomplish a task as well
as her grandmother thought she should, she was compelled to spend a
whole week alone without speaking to anyone. This sounds cruel, but
Dorothea's grandmother wished to make the child careful and painstaking.

Poor little Dorothea! She said in after years that she "never knew
childhood." But she submitted to her grandmother's sternness rather
than return to her father and the wandering, useless life he led. She
had always in mind the day when she would be able to support herself
and help her younger brothers. So she studied diligently, and being
clever, made great progress. When she was fourteen, she returned to
Worcester, where she opened a small school for young children. In order
to look old enough for a teacher, she lengthened the skirts of her
dresses and arranged her hair grown-woman fashion.

The school succeeded, for Dorothea, though always kind and gentle, was
a strict disciplinarian. The year following, she returned to Boston and
studied to fit herself for more advanced work in teaching. In 1821,
when she was nineteen years of age, she opened a day and boarding
school in that city, in a house belonging to her grandmother. Here she
received pupils from the best families in Boston and the neighboring
towns, and was able to send for her brothers and educate them, while
supporting herself. Dorothea's sympathies, meanwhile, were drawn to the
poor children about her, who had no means of obtaining an education
because their parents could not afford to pay the tuition. She put the
matter before her austere grandmother, and begged for the use of a loft
over the stable for a school room for these children. The little "barn
school" was the beginning of a movement that grew, and later resulted
in the Warren Street Chapel.

You may imagine how happy Dorothea Dix was now,—to be self-supporting
and to be helping others to become so! She managed the two schools,
had the care of her two brothers, and took entire charge of her
grandmother's home. For Mrs. Dix had learned to admire and trust the
granddaughter whom she had once found so careless.

This amount of work would completely fill the lives of most people, yet
Dorothea found time to prepare a text-book upon _Common Things_. Sixty
editions of the book were printed and sold. It was followed by two
others: _Hymns for Children_ and _Evening Hours_.

In order to do all this work, she arose early and sat up late into the
night. Naturally her health failed under such a strain. After six years
she gave up her schools, and took a position as governess in a family
living at Portsmouth, Rhode Island. Here she lived much in the open
air, and her great desire for universal knowledge led her to make a
special study of botany and marine life.

Her health failing again, she visited Philadelphia, and then went South
as far as Alexandria, Virginia, writing short stories the while to
support herself. The winter of 1830 she spent in the West Indies with
the family of Dr. Channing. There she at last regained her health.

The following spring, Miss Dix returned to Boston, and reopened her
school in the old Dix homestead. Pupils flocked to her, and for five
years the work flourished. Her influence over her pupils was wonderful.
They thought her very beautiful, as indeed she was. Mrs. Livermore
writes of her: "Miss Dix was slight and delicate in appearance. She
must have been beautiful in her youth and was still very sweet looking,
with a soft voice, graceful figure and winning manners."

In 1836, ill health obliged her to close her school once more. This
time she went to England. Though only thirty-four, she had saved enough
money to enable her to live in comfort without labor. Shortly after,
her grandmother died, leaving her enough to carry out the plans for
helping others, which had become a part of her life. She then returned
from England and made her home in Washington.

In 1841, however, we find her again in Boston and at this time her real
life work began. It happened that a minister well known to Miss Dix
had charge of a Sunday school in the East Cambridge jail. He needed a
teacher to take charge of a class of twenty women, and asked Miss Dix
if she could tell him of any suitable person.

Miss Dix thought the matter over and then said, "I will take the class
myself!"

Her friends objected because of her frail health, but having once
arrived at a decision, Dorothea Dix never changed her mind. As one of
her pupils said, "Fixed as fate, we considered her!"

The following Sunday, after the session was over, she went into the
jail and talked with many of the prisoners. It seemed that they had
many righteous grievances, one being that no heat of any kind was
provided for their cells.

When Miss Dix asked the keeper of the jail to heat the rooms, he
replied that the prisoners did not need heat, and that besides, stoves
would be unsafe. Though she begged him to do something to make the
cells more comfortable, he refused. She then brought the case before
the Court in East Cambridge. The Court granted her request and heat was
furnished the prisoners.

In the East Cambridge jail she saw many things too horrible to believe.
The cells were dirty, the inmates crowded together in poorly ventilated
quarters, the sane and insane often being placed in the same room.
These conditions, and others too sad to mention, she made public
through the newspapers and the pulpits. But she did not stop at this.
Every jail and almshouse in Massachusetts was visited by her; she must
see for herself how the unfortunate inmates were treated. For two years
she traveled about, visiting these institutions and taking notes. Then
she prepared her famous Memorial to the Legislature.

In this Memorial Miss Dix said: "I proceed, gentlemen, briefly to call
your attention to the present state of insane persons within this
Commonwealth, in cages, closets, cellars, stalls, pens, chained and
naked, beaten with rods and lashed into obedience." Proofs were offered
for all facts stated.

The Memorial was presented by Dr. S. G. Howe, husband of Julia Ward
Howe. Dr. Howe was then a member of the Legislature. The conditions
thus made public shocked the entire community, so that, after much
discussion, a bill was passed enlarging the asylum at Worcester. A
small beginning, yet the grand work of reform was started, and Miss Dix
was grateful.

She then turned her attention to other States, visiting the jails,
almshouses, and insane asylums as far west as Illinois and as far south
as Louisiana. In Rhode Island she found the insane shockingly treated.

At that time there lived in Providence a very rich man named Butler.
He had never been known to give anything to help the unfortunate, but
Miss Dix decided to appeal to him. People smiled when they heard that
she intended to call upon Mr. Butler and ask him for money.

During the call, he talked of everything except the subject nearest
Miss Dix's heart, "talking against time," as they say, to prevent her
from putting the vital question. At length she said in a quiet but
forceful manner:

"_Mr. Butler, I wish you to hear what I have to say._ I bring before
you certain facts involving terrible suffering to your fellow
creatures, suffering you can relieve."

She then told him what she had seen.

Mr. Butler heard her story to the end without interruption. Then he
said,

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to give $50,000 to enlarge the insane hospital in this
city!"

"Madam, I'll do it!" was the reply.

After three years of this sort of work, Miss Dix became an expert on
the question of how an insane asylum should be built and managed. In
New Jersey, she succeeded after much hard work in securing the passage
of a bill establishing the New Jersey State Lunatic Asylum, and the
money necessary to build it. This building was a model for the times.

For twelve years she went up and down through the United States in the
interests of the suffering insane, securing the enlargement of three
asylums and the building of thirteen.

In 1850, Miss Dix secured the passage of a bill giving twelve million
acres of public lands for the benefit of the poor insane, the deaf
and dumb, and the blind. Applause went up all over the country, yet,
strange to say, after the passage of the bill by both Houses, President
Franklin Pierce vetoed it!

This was a severe blow to Miss Dix and she again went to Europe for a
rest. But rest she could not. All the large European cities had abuses
of this kind to be corrected, and she must work to help them.

A most interesting story is told of her encounter with Pope Pius
IX. In vain had she tried to get authority in Rome to enable her to
do something to improve the horrible Italian prisons. She had even
tried, but vainly, to get audience with the Pope. One day she saw his
carriage, _stopped it_, and addressed him, willy-nilly, in _Latin_,
as she knew no Italian. Her enterprise appears to have impressed the
Pope favorably, for he gave her everything she asked for. In her own
country, again, she extended her labors to the Western States. Then the
breaking out of the Civil War rendered such labors useless.

But now there were the soldiers to help! Her active interest in them
came about in the following way:

Shortly after April, 1861, she happened to be passing through Baltimore
when the Sixth Regiment of Massachusetts, on its way to Washington,
was stoned by a vast mob, several men being killed. At once Miss Dix
knew what to do. She took the first train she could get for Washington,
and reported at the War Department for free service in the hospitals,
where through Secretary Simon Cameron, she immediately received the
appointment as "Superintendent of Women Nurses." Here, truly, was an
enormous piece of work for her.

Among her duties were the selection and assignment of women nurses; the
superintendence of the thousands of women already serving; the seeing
that supplies were fairly distributed; and looking after the proper
care of wounded soldiers. Her remarkable executive ability soon brought
order and system out of confusion. It is said that she accepted no
women who were under thirty years of age, and demanded that they be
plain in dress and without beauty. Good health and good moral character
were also, of course, requirements.

Many of the surgeons and nurses disliked her. They said she was severe,
that she would not listen to any advice nor take any suggestions. The
real cause of her unpopularity, however, was that she demanded of all
about her entire unselfishness and strict devotion to work. Very severe
was she with careless nurses or rough surgeons.

Two houses were rented by her to hold the supplies sent to her care,
and still other houses were rented for convalescent soldiers or nurses
who needed rest. She employed two secretaries, owned ambulances and
kept them busy, printed and distributed circulars, settled disputes in
matters which concerned her nurses, took long journeys when necessary,
and paid from her own private purse many expenses incurred. Everything
she possessed—fortune, time, strength—she gave to her country in its
time of need.

During the four years of the War, Miss Dix never took a holiday. Often
she had to be reminded of her meals, so interested was she in the
work. At the close of the War, when the Hon. Edwin M. Stanton, then
Secretary of War, asked her how the nation could best thank her for
her services, she answered, "I would like a flag."

Two beautiful flags were given to her with a suitable inscription.
These flags she bequeathed to Harvard College, and they now hang over
the doors of Memorial Hall.

The War over, Miss Dix again took up her work for the insane and for
fifteen years more devoted herself to their welfare.

In 1881, at the age of seventy-nine, she retired to the hospital she
had been the means of building at Trenton, New Jersey, and here she was
tenderly cared for until her death in 1887.




[Illustration: MARGARET FULLER D'OSSOLI]


MARGARET FULLER D'OSSOLI

(1810-1850)

 "I have always said it: Nature meant to make woman its masterpiece."

  —_Gotthold Ephraim Lessing_


Margaret Fuller was born in Cambridgeport, Massachusetts, May 23, 1810.
Her parents were people of great culture and refinement, and devotedly
attached to each other. Margaret wrote years after her father's death:

"His love for my mother was the green spot on which he stood apart from
the commonplaces of a mere bread-winning existence. She was one of
those fair, flowerlike natures, which sometimes spring up even beside
the most dusty highways of life. Of all persons whom I have known, she
had in her most of the angelic."

It was not surprising therefore that Margaret should have inherited
a beautiful nature and a fine mind. She became the idol of her
father, who was fifty years in advance of his neighbors in his ideas
of bringing up girls. Mr. Fuller believed that his daughter should
have as good an education as his boys! But since there were no girls'
colleges, and the boys' colleges were closed to them, he was obliged to
teach Margaret himself.

At six years of age this clever child began to read Latin. Once, when
she was eight, her father found her so absorbed in _Romeo and Juliet_
that she did not hear him when he spoke to her. It is probable that
much of Margaret's later ill-health was the result of the severe mental
work demanded of her in childhood by her father.

Mr. Fuller was certainly very ambitious that Margaret should excel in
her studies. Often she remained up until late at night reciting to him,
not knowing that she was working beyond her strength.

She describes her life at the age of fifteen in the following manner:

"I rise a little before five, walk an hour, and then practice on the
piano until seven, when we breakfast. Next, I read French till eight;
then two or three lectures in Brown's Philosophy. About half past nine,
I go to Mr. Perkins's School and study Greek till twelve, when, the
school being dismissed, I recite, go home, and practice again till
dinner at two. Then when I can, I read two hours in Italian."

Though frail in body and plain in looks, this young girl grew to
be a fascinating and attractive woman. Men and women of prominence
fell under the influence of her charms. At seventeen, her unusual
intellectual qualities gained her the friendship of Rev. James Freeman
Clark; and later she became a valued friend of the Emerson family.

At the age of twenty-three, Margaret taught in the famous school of
Mr. Alcott in Boston. Through working with this great educator, she
met most of the gifted men and women of the time. Elizabeth Peabody,
another remarkable woman, to whom we are indebted for bringing
Froebel and the Kindergarten into notice in the United States,
became Margaret's friend, and together these two labored to revive
intellectual thought among women.

When Mr. Alcott ceased teaching, Margaret became Principal of a school
in Providence, Rhode Island. But longing to become better educated
herself, she resigned from her position to give private lessons in
the higher branches, meanwhile studying languages. So great were her
acquisitive powers that before long she had a good teaching knowledge
of Latin, Greek, German, French, and Italian.

Her greatest gift was her ability to entertain people by conversing
with them. Deeply interested in the welfare of women, her talent for
talking led her to open a "School of Conversation." A large number of
intelligent, educated women met in the home of Miss Elizabeth Peabody
where, led by Margaret Fuller, they discussed important books and
philosophical subjects. Her idea was to induce women to do something
worth while with their knowledge.

These _Conversations_ were ridiculed by the community at large, yet
they were continued successfully for five years, and attracted many
serious and intellectual women who felt the need of mental activity.
At last the _Conversations_ became an old story, and Margaret looked
about for other occupation. One came to her in the form of an editorial
position on the New York Tribune offered her by Horace Greeley, the
editor-in-chief. She used her pen, also, for the benefit of the people,
writing editorials to influence the rich to help the poor, the unjust
to become just. She also translated books from foreign languages, and
kept a journal which was published after her death.

In 1847, Miss Fuller went to Rome to live, and while there met a
handsome young Italian named Giovanni Angelo, the Marchese d'Ossoli.
This gentleman had been discarded by his family for his part in a
political movement led by Mazzini for the independence of Italy. His
troubles attracted Margaret to him, they became attached to each other,
and finally married.

It was necessary, however, to keep the marriage a secret, Margaret
being a Protestant. During the siege of Rome by the French army in
1849, Margaret, still known as Miss Fuller, took an active part in
hospital work, spending the greater part of her time in nursing the
sick and wounded.

The Marchese d'Ossoli, had charge of the battery on Pincian Hill, the
most exposed of all positions. Such great fear was felt for the men
stationed there that Margaret summoned Mr. Cass, the American minister
at Rome, and gave him certain letters and papers. He was astonished to
learn from these that she was married to d'Ossoli, and that the package
contained the certificate of their marriage and that of the birth and
baptism of their child; also that she intended to go to the Pincian
Hill, remain with her husband and die with him if necessary.

Mr. Cass willingly took charge of these papers, and watched the
Marchese and Margaret walk away together as if on a pleasant stroll.
They survived the night, however, and next morning the French army
entered Rome. Soon after, the Marchese and Marchesa with their child
left Rome for Florence, to sail for America as soon as possible.

It is recorded that both dreaded the voyage, as d'Ossoli had been
told by a fortune-teller to avoid the sea, and Margaret had a strong
presentiment of disaster.

They sailed May 5, 1850, and from the first the voyage was a bad
one. The captain died of small-pox and had to be buried at sea.
Then wind-storms delayed them; and when little Angelo was taken ill
with small-pox, the agony of the parents may be imagined. The child
recovered, but on July 19, during a terrific gale, the vessel was
wrecked off Fire Island, and Margaret, her husband, and her child were
lost.

A trunk containing papers and manuscripts belonging to Margaret was
picked up, and in this way her relatives and friends came to know the
true history of her life abroad.




[Illustration: HARRIET BEECHER STOWE]


HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

(1811-1896)

 "Give her of the fruit of her hands and let her own works praise her
 at the gates."

  —_Solomon_


Few women's names have made so vivid a mark upon the history of our
country as that of Harriet Beecher Stowe, the author of Uncle Tom's
Cabin.

On June 14, 1811, in the little town of Litchfield, Connecticut,
Harriet first saw the light of day. She was the seventh child, the
eldest being but eleven years of age. Just two years after Harriet was
born came a little brother, Henry Ward, who became the renowned pastor
of Plymouth Church, Brooklyn.

Harriet's father, the Reverend Lyman Beecher, was a man of marked
ability, and her mother, Roxanna Beecher, was a woman whose beautiful
life has been a help to many. The family was a large one to be
supported on a salary of five hundred dollars a year, and in order
to assist, Roxanna Beecher started a select school, where she taught
French, drawing, painting and embroidery, as well as the higher
English branches.

A great grief came to little Harriet, when she was between three and
four, in the death of her mother. Certain things in connection with
this event, as the funeral, the mourning dresses, and the walk to the
burial ground, never left her memory. Her little mind was confused by
being told that her mother had gone to heaven, when Harriet had with
her own eyes seen her laid in the ground. Her brother Henry suffered
likewise from this confusion of thought. He was found one day in the
garden digging diligently. When his elder sister Catherine asked him
what he was doing, he answered: "I'm going to heaven to find mamma!"

When Harriet was six, her father married again. At first the little
girl, who had loved her own mother so dearly, felt very sad about this;
but she afterward learned to love and respect her new mother.

Harriet had a remarkable memory. At seven she had memorized
twenty-seven hymns and two long chapters in the Bible. She read
fluently, and continually searched her father's library for books
which might interest her. Very few did she find there, however. Most
of the titles filled her childish soul with awe, and she longed for
the time when she could understand and enjoy such works as Bonnett's
_Inquiries_, Bell's _Sermons_, and Bogue's _Essays_.

One day good luck befell her. In the bottom of a barrel of old sermons
she came upon a well-worn volume of _The Arabian Nights_. Imagine her
joy! A world of enchantment opened to her. When _Ivanhoe_ fell in her
way, she and her brother George read it through, together, seven times.

It was in the school of Mr. John P. Brace that Harriet discovered
her taste for writing. Her compositions were remarkable for their
cleverness; when one of them was read at the entertainment at the close
of the year, Harriet's cup of joy was full to the brim.

About this time Harriet's elder sister, Catherine, opened a school
in Hartford. The circumstances which led her to do so were very sad.
Catherine, who was remarkably gifted, had been engaged to Professor
Fisher of Yale, a brilliant and promising young man. These young people
expected to be married on the return of the Professor from a European
trip. But the vessel on which he sailed was wrecked, and he never came
back.

This almost prostrated Catherine, but her strong nature rose to meet
the blow. She determined to devote her life to the work of helping
girls. After hard work she raised several thousands of dollars and
built the Hartford Female Seminary, where girls studied subjects
heretofore taught only in boys' colleges, and received an education
more on an equality with that given to boys.

People of that time wondered what use girls would make of Latin and
philosophy, but Miss Beecher's able management of the school and her
womanly and scholarly attainments so filled them with admiration that
they gladly put their daughters in her charge. Here also entered twelve
year old Harriet, not only as a pupil, but a pupil teacher, that she
might help her father in paying the expenses of his large family. The
experience of Harriet in this school was of much use in after life. She
had to master problems without any assistance from others, and in doing
this, she became self-reliant.

About ten years after this, her father was called to become President
of Lane Theological Seminary at Cincinnati, Ohio. Catherine and Harriet
felt bound to go with him, to help him in the new field of work. The
journey, made by stage-coach across the mountains, was very tiresome.
They settled in Walnut Hills, a suburb of Cincinnati, where the
sisters opened another school.

In 1836, Harriet married Calvin E. Stowe, professor of Biblical
Criticism and Oriental Literature in the Lane Seminary. Mr. Stowe,
together with other intelligent men in Ohio at that time, was much
interested in the advancement of education in the common schools.
In order to study the question and to purchase books for the Lane
Seminary, Mr. Stowe was sent abroad. This happened shortly after his
marriage.

During his absence Harriet lived in Cincinnati with her father and
brother, writing short stories and essays for publication and assisting
her brother, Henry Ward, who was then editing a small daily paper.

The question of slavery had become an exciting topic in Cincinnati.
Being near the borderland of Kentucky, a slave state, this city
naturally became the center of heated discussions. Many slaves who
escaped sought refuge in Cincinnati, and people who were friendly to
their cause assisted them to reach Canada, where they were safe from
capture by their so called masters.

Among the students of Lane Seminary were both Northerners and
Southerners, and many fierce debates as to the rights and wrongs of
slavery were carried on in that institution. The feeling was very
intense and excitement ran high. Dr. Bailey, an editor who attempted to
carry on in his newspaper a fair discussion of the slavery question,
had his presses broken and thrown into the river.

Mrs. Stowe took into her family, as servant, a colored girl from
Kentucky. Though by the laws of Ohio this girl was free, having been
brought into the state by her mistress and left there, yet it was
rumored that some one had come to the city from over the border hunting
for her, with the intention of taking her back into slavery. Mrs. Stowe
and Henry Ward Beecher drove the poor girl by night twelve miles into
the country and left her with an old friend until such time as the
search for her should be given up. This incident served Mrs. Stowe as
the basis of her description in _Uncle Tom's Cabin_ of Eliza's escape
from Tom Loker and Marks.

Houses of free colored people were burned and even Lane Seminary stood
in danger from the mob. Mr. Stowe and his family slept with firearms at
hand ready to defend themselves if necessary. When the trustees of the
college forbade all discussion of the question of slavery, nearly all
the students left the institution.

Then Mrs. Stowe opened her house to colored children and taught them.
One boy in her school was claimed by a master in Kentucky, arrested and
put up at auction. Mrs. Stowe raised sufficient money to buy him and
gave it to his distracted mother, who thus saved him. Heart-rending
incidents like this were continually brought to the attention of the
Stowe family, until at last they felt unable to endure the situation.
They decided to come North where Mr. Stowe accepted a position in
Bowdoin College, Maine.

Very poor was the Stowe family in those days. Mrs. Stowe earned a
little now and then, by her writings, and from a few boarders. She had
now apparently all she could do, with a family of young children whom
she herself taught, with her writing, and with caring for the strangers
in the house; but even so, she could never get out of her mind those
wretched creatures, her brothers and sisters, who were being bought and
sold. What could she do for them?

The most frequent topic of conversation everywhere was the proposed law
called The Fugitive Slave Act. This law would give the slave-holders
of the South the right to bring back into slavery any colored person
claimed as a slave, and also commanded the people of the North to
assist in the business of pursuit. Public feeling grew more and more
heated, but the law was passed. After its passage many pitiable scenes
occurred. The Stowe and Beecher families received frequent letters
telling of shocking incidents. Families were broken up, children
sold and sent far from their parents, while many slaves who ran away
perished from cold and hunger.

One day Mrs. Stowe received a letter from her sister-in-law, Mrs.
Edward Beecher, which she read to her family. When she came to this
passage: _Now, Hattie, if I could use a pen as you can, I would write
something that would make the whole nation feel what an accursed thing
slavery is_, Mrs. Stowe stood up, an expression upon her face which
those who saw it never forgot.

What she said, however, was simply, "I _will_ write something! I will,
if I live!"

Some months after this Mrs. Stowe was seated at communion in the
college church at Brunswick, when the scene of the death of Uncle Tom
passed through her mind as clearly as in a vision. She hastened home,
wrote out the chapter on his death, as it now stands, and then read it
to her assembled family. Her two sons aged eleven and twelve years
burst out crying, saying, "Oh, mamma! Slavery is the most cruel thing
in the world!"

When two or three more chapters were ready, she offered it for
publication to Dr. Bailey, then in Washington, and _Uncle Tom's Cabin_
was first published as a serial in his paper _The National Era_. For it
Mrs. Stowe received three hundred dollars.

When completed, it was published by Jewett of Boston, in March, 1852,
meeting with instant success. In ten days ten thousand copies were
sold. Thirty different editions appeared in London in six months, and
it was translated into twenty foreign languages. It was dramatized, and
several theaters were playing it at one time. In less than a year over
three hundred thousand copies were sold.

Mrs. Stowe "woke up to find herself famous,"—not to say wealthy.
Letters of congratulation poured in upon her from all parts of the
world. Queen Victoria and Prince Albert sent hearty thanks. Charles
Dickens wrote, "Your book is worthy of any head and any heart that ever
inspired a book." Charles Kingsley wrote, "It is perfect!"

The poet Whittier wrote to Garrison, "What a glorious work Harriet
Beecher Stowe has wrought! Thanks for the Fugitive Slave Law! Better
would it be for slavery if that law had never been enacted, for it gave
occasion for _Uncle Tom's Cabin_!"

Longfellow also wrote in praise of the book, and letters were received
from most of the noted men who opposed slavery.

The possibility of making money by the publication of this book was
quite remote from Mrs. Stowe's disinterested mind. As she wrote in a
letter to a friend: "Having been poor all my life, and expecting to
be poor for the rest of it, the idea of making money by a book which
I wrote just because I could not help it, never occurred to me." But
from this time forth she was to be free from the anxieties of poverty.
As the first payment of three months' sale, Mrs. Stowe received ten
thousand dollars.

The following year Professor and Mrs. Stowe went to Great Britain,
having been urgently invited to visit in many Scotch and English
houses. Even in foreign lands, Mrs. Stowe found herself known and
loved. Crowds greeted her in Liverpool, Glasgow, Edinburgh and
London. Children ran ahead of her carriage, throwing flowers to her,
and officials of the Anti-Slavery Societies met her and offered
hospitality.

A national penny offering, turned into a thousand golden sovereigns,
was presented to her on a magnificent silver salver for the advancement
of the cause for which she had written. This offering came from all
classes of people.

A personal gift which Mrs. Stowe valued highly was a superb gold
bracelet presented by the beautiful Duchess of Sutherland who
entertained her at Stafford House. It was made in the form of a slave's
shackle and bore the inscription, "We trust it is a memorial of a chain
that is soon to be broken." On two of the links were already inscribed
the dates of the abolition of slave trade and of slavery in the English
territories. Years afterward, on the clasp of the bracelet, Mrs. Stowe
had engraved the date of the Constitutional Amendment abolishing
slavery in the United States.

Upon Mrs. Stowe's return from her visit to Europe in the autumn
of 1853, she became very active in public affairs. She supported
anti-slavery lectures, established schools for the colored people,
assisted in buying ill-treated slaves and setting them free, and
arranged public meetings for the advancement of anti-slavery opinions,
using the money which had been given to her in England to support the
work. In addition, she kept up a correspondence with influential men
and women on the subject of the abolition of slavery.

The books she wrote after this were _Sunny Memories of Foreign Lands_;
_Dred_, a great anti-slavery story; _The Minister's Wooing_; _Agnes of
Sorrento_; _The Pearl of Orr's Island_; and _Old Town Folks_. All have
been widely read, but _Uncle Tom's Cabin_, though lacking in literary
form and finish, written as it was at white heat and with no thought
of anything but its object, remains her greatest work. It made the
enforcement of the Fugitive Slave Law impossible, by making people see
slavery in all its inhumanity.

In addition to her books, Mrs. Stowe wrote an appeal to the women of
America, in which she set forth the injustice and misery of slavery,
begging all thoughtful women to use their influence to have the wicked
system abolished. Here are a few paragraphs:

 What can the women of a country do? Oh! women of the free states,
 what did your brave mothers do in the days of the Revolution? Did not
 liberty in those days feel the strong impulse of woman's heart?

 For the sake, then, of our dear children, for the sake of our common
 country, for the sake of outraged and struggling liberty throughout
 the world, let every woman of America now do her duty!

Nobly, indeed, did the women of America respond to her call, for
during the Civil War, which was begun before the abolition of slavery
was an accomplished fact, the women, though they went not to the war
themselves, loyally sent out their fathers, husbands and brothers. Who
shall say these women were not heroic?

After the close of the Civil War, Mrs. Stowe purchased a home in
Florida overlooking the St. John's River, where she lived during the
winter, going in summer to her old home in Hartford.

On her seventieth birthday, June 14, 1882, her publishers, Messrs.
Houghton, Mifflin Company, of Boston, gave a reception for her in
the form of a garden party at the beautiful residence of ex-Governor
Claflin of Massachusetts in Newtonville, one of Boston's fine suburbs.
Here gathered men and women well known in the literary and artistic
world, eager to do honor to the woman whose life had been such an
inspiration to others, and whose work of such benefit to mankind. Mr.
Houghton made an address of congratulation and welcome, to which Henry
Ward Beecher replied. Oliver Wendell Holmes spoke, and many poems and
letters from noted persons were read.

This was the last public appearance of Mrs. Stowe. Her husband died in
August, 1886, and she herself, passed away July 1, 1896, at Hartford,
at the age of eighty-four. She was buried in the cemetery of the
Theological Seminary at Andover, Massachusetts, next to her husband.




[Illustration: MARIA MITCHELL]


MARIA MITCHELL

(1818-1889)

 "On the cultivation of women's minds depends the wisdom of men."

  —_Richard Brinsley Sheridan_


Maria Mitchell was born on the Island of Nantucket, Massachusetts,
August 1, 1818, and to-day if you go there, you may see a monument
erected to her memory.

Her ancestors were Quakers who had fled hither from Massachusetts
because of religious persecution. Nantucket Island then belonged to
New York State, and here these good people were free to worship God as
they pleased. Almost all of the inhabitants of the Island belonged to
the Society of Friends, from which sect have sprung many of our notable
men and women, among them John G. Whittier, "the Quaker Poet," who all
his life wore the Quaker garb and spoke the language of that religious
society.

The Mitchell family were not very strict; that is, they did not wear
the plain clothes of the sect, although they probably used the "thee"
and "thou." Maria's mother was a woman of great strength of character.
Her father was a kindly gentleman, whose affection for his children was
so great that he could refuse them nothing. Often Mrs. Mitchell was
obliged to check him, fearing they would be spoiled by his indulgence.

The little girls were brought up to be industrious. They learned to
make their own clothes by making those of their dolls, and frequently
they made their own dolls, too, the eldest sister painting the faces.

Maria received the first rudiments of her education from her mother
and an excellent woman teacher, but not until she entered her father's
school, at the age of eleven, did she begin to show marked ability as a
student.

Mr. Mitchell was greatly interested in the study of astronomy, and
owned a small telescope, which he used to examine the heavens at night.
Maria was especially fond of her father's pursuit. She also had a
taste for mathematics, without which astronomy as a science cannot be
mastered, and she watched, patient and absorbed, when her father would
compute distances by means of his scientific instruments. There was
no school in the country where Maria Mitchell could be taught higher
mathematics, so she continued to study with her father.

Every fine night the telescope was placed in Mr. Mitchell's back yard,
and the neighbors would come in to gaze through it at the moon and
the planets. Little Maria was always on hand listening for scraps of
information.

In 1831, and while Maria was still a child, there occurred a total
eclipse of the sun at Nantucket. With her father, Maria observed
this eclipse through a new Dolland telescope which had been recently
purchased and, for the first time in her life, counted the seconds of
the eclipse. At that time she was studying with Mr. Cyrus Pierce, who
took a great interest in her, and who helped her in her mathematics.

At the age of sixteen she left school, becoming for a while an
assistant teacher, but she soon gave up teaching to accept the new
position of librarian in the Nantucket Atheneum. This post she
continued to fill for twenty years. She had much time while acting as a
librarian to study her favorite subject, and she used the opportunity
to advantage.

Every evening Miss Mitchell spent on the housetop "sweeping" the
heavens. One memorable evening, October 1, 1847, she had put on her
old clothes and taken her lantern to the roof as usual. After gazing
through her telescope for a few minutes, she observed an object which
she concluded must be a comet. Hurriedly she called her father, who
also examined the unusual body in the heavens and agreed with her that
it was a comet.

He immediately announced the discovery to Professor Bond of Cambridge.
It was learned afterward that the same comet had been seen in Rome by
an astronomer on October 3, and in England by another on October 7,
and still later in Germany. To Maria Mitchell was given the credit of
the first discovery, and she received the gold medal which had been
promised by the King of Denmark to the first discoverer of a telescopic
comet. This brought her letters of congratulation from astronomers in
all parts of the world.

Miss Mitchell had always had a desire to travel abroad, and as her
tastes were simple she soon saved enough from her small salary to
enable her to do so. During her visits in foreign countries, she met
many eminent scientists, among them Herschel, Airy, Mrs. Somerville,
and Humboldt. The plain Nantucket lady was perfectly at home in the
society of these distinguished people, whose tastes and occupations
were similar to her own. They all opened their observatories for her
inspection and their homes for social intercourse.

The Greenwich Observatory especially interested Miss Mitchell. It
stands in Greenwich Park, which comprises a group of hills with many
beautiful oak trees which are said to date back to the time of Queen
Elizabeth. The observatory was then in charge of Sir George Airy, who
showed Miss Mitchell all the treasures of the place, among them the
instruments used by the great astronomers Halley, Bradley, and Pond.
The meridian of Greenwich is the zero point of longitude for the
globe, and you can perhaps imagine the pleasure which Miss Mitchell
experienced in being on the spot where time is set for the whole world.

Miss Mitchell became Professor of Astronomy and Director of the
Observatory at Vassar College, where her work gave the subject a
prominence which it has never had in any other woman's college. She
was not only a famous astronomer, but a noble, inspiring woman, much
interested in the higher education of women and devoting much of her
time to advancing this work. Many a young girl can trace the success
of her life work to the impulse she received from Maria Mitchell.

At the age of sixty-nine Miss Mitchell's health began to fail and she
resigned her position in the College, going to live at her home in
Lynn, Massachusetts, where she died June 28, 1889.




[Illustration: LUCY STONE]


LUCY STONE

(1818-1893)

 "Woman is a creation between men and the angels."

  —_Honoré de Balzac_


In the town of West Brookfield, Massachusetts, in 1818, lived a farmer,
named Francis Stone, and his wife, a gentle and beautiful woman, whose
life was spent in devotion to her husband and in aiding him in his work
on the farm. Mrs. Stone worked continuously from early morning until
late at night, often milking eight cows after the necessary housework
was done. The family consisted of seven children. When, on August 18th,
the eighth was born, and Mrs. Stone was told that the new baby was a
girl, she said, "Oh, dear! I am sorry it is a girl. A woman's life is
so hard!"

It seems as if this little girl, who was called Lucy, must have
understood her mother's words, for, as she grew up, she showed very
clearly that she intended to try to make life easier for all women.
Her childhood was spent in doing useful work about the house and on
the farm. She cooked, swept, dusted, made butter and soap. She drove
the cows, planted seeds, weeded the garden,—in short, was never idle.
But all the time she worked in this way, Lucy was thinking deeply and
comparing her life with that of her brother at college. She pondered
deeply over questions like the following:

Why are not girls permitted to earn their living like their brothers?

Why is it that mother works so hard, and father has all the money?

Why are boys given the great benefits of a college education and girls
refused it?

She could think of no satisfactory answers. At last, gathering up her
courage, she asked her father to assist her to go to college like her
brothers. Mr. Stone was both astonished and angry. He told Lucy that
it was enough for her to learn how to read and cipher and write, as
her mother did. But Lucy persisted in her determination to gain an
education. She earned a little money by picking berries and gathering
chestnuts, and with it she bought some books. Her mother could not help
her, for, though she worked very hard, she had not a penny to bless
herself with. Her husband took all that came in through their joint
labors, and spent it as he thought best.

When Lucy had learned enough to fit her for teaching, she got a
position in a district school at a salary of one dollar per week. A
little later she was earning sixteen dollars a month, and when her
brother, who received thirty dollars a month for teaching, became ill,
Lucy took his place, receiving sixteen dollars for exactly the same
work. The committee said that sixteen dollars was enough for a woman.

Lucy Stone studied for a while at Mt. Holyoke Seminary under Mary
Lyon, and also at Wilbraham Academy, and later at Oberlin College,
Ohio, which was then the only college in the country willing to admit
women,—all the while paying her own tuition fees by means of teaching
and doing housework in boarding houses.

When the question of slavery came into prominence, Lucy Stone quickly
took her position as a friend of the slave. She taught in a school for
colored people, which was established at Oberlin, and her first public
speech was made in their behalf. Though severely criticized for her
public speaking and obliged to bear unpleasant comment because of it,
she never swerved from her idea of what she believed to be right.

Soon she was engaged by the Anti-Slavery Society, in which William
Lloyd Garrison and Wendell Phillips were officers, to lecture for their
cause, and while doing so, traveled over the greater part of the United
States, speaking both for woman suffrage and for the abolition of
slavery.

But the rights of woman stood first in the heart of Lucy Stone. As a
child, she had seen her mother overruled by a stern husband, who never
allowed her an opinion contrary to his will, nor a penny to use without
his sanction.

It may have been because of this early object lesson that Lucy Stone
made up her mind never to marry; or because she thought that she could
carry on her work for the advancement of women better by being entirely
free. Nevertheless, she did consent to marry Mr. Henry B. Blackwell, a
merchant of Cincinnati, Ohio, who overcame her objections by sharing
all her views on suffrage and slavery, and they were married by Rev.
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, May 1, 1855.

Before their marriage Mr. Blackwell and Lucy signed a protest which
read:

 We believe that personal independence and equal human rights can never
 be forfeited except for crime; that marriage should be an equal and
 permanent partnership and so recognized by law.

This protest was the beginning of much serious thought about the rights
of man and woman as individuals, and led the way to improved laws. In
most states, to-day, a married woman may own her own property and may
will a part of it away from her husband, if she wishes to; she may live
an individual life, also, and control equally with her husband the
education of their children.

Lucy Stone retained her maiden name, never adopting that of her
husband. Their married life proved to be remarkably happy, one child, a
daughter, being born to them.

Mrs. Stone helped to organize the American Equal Rights Association,
which grew into the American Woman Suffrage Association. William Lloyd
Garrison, George William Curtis, Colonel Higginson, Julia Ward Howe,
and other prominent people joined in the work with her. She served
as President of the New England Woman Suffrage Association, and even
studied law that she might learn how to correct legal injustice to
women. In 1877, Mrs. Stone and Mr. Blackwell went to Colorado to assist
in the Woman Suffrage movement in that state. Sixteen years later the
constitutional amendment granting the suffrage to woman was carried by
popular vote, and women were given "exactly the same rights as men in
exercising the elective franchise."

Lucy Stone did not live to see success in Colorado, but she did see
school suffrage gained in twenty-two states, and full suffrage in
Wyoming. She lived, also, to see many great colleges admit women.

In the summer of 1893, Mrs. Stone was obliged to rest from her labors.
A little later she wrote Mrs. Livermore, her devoted friend and
co-worker: "I have dropped out, and you will go on without me! Good-by.
If we don't meet again, never mind. We shall meet sometime, somewhere;
be sure of that."

She passed away in the presence of her husband and her daughter, Alice,
on October 18. Her gentleness and sweetness of character had made her
beloved by all, and her great work for the advancement of woman in
intellectual, social, and political life will never be forgotten.




[Illustration: JULIA WARD HOWE]


JULIA WARD HOWE

(1819-1910)

    "We all are architects of fate,
      Working in these walls of time,
    Some with massive deeds and great,
      Some with ornaments of rhyme."

    —_Henry W. Longfellow_


Julia Ward Howe was born May 27, 1819, in New York City. Her father,
Samuel Ward, was a wealthy banker, and her mother a descendant of the
Marions of South Carolina, being a grand-niece of General Marion.

Both parents came from families of refined and scholarly tastes, and
little Julia directly inherited her love of good books. Her mother died
at an early age, leaving six little children, Julia, the fourth, being
then only five years old.

Julia, who from babyhood had given promise of superior intellectual
attainments, received special attention from her father. Mr. Ward
was anxious that she should know the joy which only true knowledge
and right living can give. He did not wish her to become merely a
fashionable girl with no thought of doing anything in life but amuse
herself. Every advantage was given her, therefore, for reading, and the
best teachers in music, German, and Italian were selected for her.

Julia well repaid this care. She showed great fondness for books, and
at nine years of age was studying Paley's _Moral Philosophy_ in a
class with girls twice her age. At fourteen, she was an accomplished
musician. Her friends thought she should devote her life to music, but
she was equally fond of literature. At sixteen she wrote her first
poem. Her brother, Samuel Ward, Jr., shared in all her tastes, and
together the brother and sister enjoyed the society of the most noted
musicians and literary men and women of the day, the poet Longfellow
being one of their closest friends.

The death of their beloved father brought a change in the home, and
the family went to live with an uncle, Mr. John Ward. Julia continued
to spend her time in the cultivation of her mind and in the enjoyment
of the fine arts. She excelled in the study of the German language,
reading Goethe, Schiller, Swedenborg, Kant, and other great German
poets and philosophers, and translating much of their work. She wrote
many verses and began to dream of publishing a play.

In Boston, Julia Ward was a welcome addition to the circle of
distinguished literary people then living there. She met Margaret
Fuller, Horace Mann, Charles Sumner, Ralph Waldo Emerson. All were
charmed with the brilliant and intellectual young woman from New York.
Dr. Samuel Gridley Howe, a philanthropist and reformer, was one of this
delightful group.

Dr. Howe, a graduate of Brown University, was deeply interested in the
Greek War for Independence. He went to Greece to offer his services as
a surgeon and for the purpose of organizing hospitals, but later took
such an active part in the war that he endeared himself to the Greeks
for his assistance and sympathy. Contracting a fever, however, he was
obliged to leave Greece for a better climate. For some time he traveled
abroad, studying and attending lectures.

But to help others was his sole object in life. At that time there
were no schools for the blind in the United States. Through Dr. Howe's
influence, men of wealth became interested in this matter and helped
him to establish such a school. Going again to Europe, to investigate
such schools in foreign lands, he was temporarily turned aside from
his project by the condition of Poland, oppressed as it then was by
Prussia. In consequence of the assistance he gave this unhappy country,
he was arrested, and imprisoned for some time.

All the world knows now of Dr. Howe through his kindness to Laura
Bridgman, a child, who at the age of two years, and before she had
learned to speak, became blind and deaf through a severe illness. When
she was about eight, Dr. Howe took her into his home and taught her to
read, write, do needlework, and play the piano. His success with Laura
was so great that he, later, gave almost his entire energy to work for
feeble-minded children and in this accomplished many wonderful results.

Dr. Howe fell in love with Julia Ward. Two such souls could hardly meet
and not love each other. Though he was eighteen years older than she,
similar tastes and aims naturally united them.

Their marriage took place when Julia was twenty-four years of age. Soon
after the wedding, Dr. and Mrs. Howe made an extensive tour of Europe.
For five months they lived in Rome, where their first child was born.

On their return to Boston, Dr. Howe bought a large estate near the
Institute for the Blind, of which he was a Director, and in this happy
home were born five more children. While a devoted mother, Mrs. Howe
still found time to continue her studies, reading the Latin poets and
the German philosophers, and all the while writing essays and poems for
the magazines.

At the age of thirty-five she published her first volume of poems
entitled _Passion Flowers_, and two years later, another called _Words
for the Hour_. She also assisted her husband in editing the _Boston
Commonwealth_, an anti-slavery newspaper, for in this cause both became
leaders, being associated with Garrison, Sumner, Phillips, Higginson,
and Theodore Parker.

In 1862, Mrs. Howe published in the _Atlantic Monthly_ her best known
poem, _Battle Hymn of the Republic_. This inspiring hymn reached the
prisoners in Libby Prison through Chaplain McCabe, who sang it to
celebrate a victory of the Union troops. After Chaplain McCabe was
released from prison, and while he was lecturing in Washington, he
narrated this incident. This attracted the attention of the public, so
that the beautiful hymn soon became popular throughout the country.
Later, it became the battle cry of the Union army, being sung by the
men as they marched into action.

When Colonel T. W. Higginson urged Mrs. Howe to sign a call for a Woman
Suffrage Convention to be held in Boston, she not only signed, but
attended the Convention, and later became intimately associated with
the movement, often making speeches on the subject.

She was a delegate to the Congress for Prison Reform in England,
where, besides speaking earnestly against the flogging of prisoners,
she also urged arbitration as the means of settling international
disputes. In her own country, she organized the Women's Peace Festival,
with the object of turning the attention of women to the horrors and
needlessness of war. Thus we find this remarkable woman always in the
van of progress and generally much ahead of her time.

In 1876, after a brief illness, Dr. Howe died. Mrs. Howe then took her
daughter Maud to Europe, where she remained for two years, trying by
travel to dull the sharp edge of her affliction. It was at this time
that Mrs. Howe took up the study of Greek, in which she became very
proficient, and the study of which she kept up until her last illness.

For a long period of years Mrs. Howe lectured and wrote on subjects
which concerned the social improvement of mankind.

Almost her last appearance in public was at the reception given to
the representatives of twenty-seven nations by the Hudson-Fulton
Celebration Commission at the Metropolitan Opera House, New York City.
Mrs. Howe read an original poem written for the occasion. While she
read, the entire audience stood respectfully, and as she sat down,
all joined in singing the _Battle Hymn of the Republic_. Her really
last appearance in public was but two weeks before her death, at
the inauguration of the second president of Smith College, at which
function she was given the degree of LL. D.

Mrs. Howe died October 18, 1910, at her country place in Portsmouth.
She will long be remembered for her work in the anti-slavery cause and
for the advancement of woman, for her literary merits, and for her
beautiful domestic life.




[Illustration: QUEEN VICTORIA

_From an old engraving_]


QUEEN VICTORIA

(1819-1901)

    "Her court was pure; her life serene;
    God gave her peace; her land reposed;
    A thousand claims to reverence closed
    In her as Mother, Wife and Queen."

    —_Alfred Tennyson_


On May 24, 1819, a little girl was born in Kensington Palace, London,
who received the name of Victoria. Her father, Edward, the Duke of
Kent, was the fourth son of King George III.

At the time of Victoria's birth it seemed unlikely that she would ever
become queen. Between her and the crown stood three uncles and her
father. But when, in January, 1820, within a few days of each other her
father and the King died, it began to be seen that Victoria would in
all probability become the future ruler of England. In consequence, her
education was conducted with the greatest care. Her mother, the Duchess
of Kent, devoted herself to the child and made every effort to develop
in her all that was good and noble.

Victoria lived a quiet and natural life in the open air, having for
instructor a tutor who was a clergyman of the Church of England. When
lessons were over, the little Princess used to go out into Kensington
Gardens, where she rode a donkey gaily decked with blue ribbons. Here
she also walked, and would kiss her hand to the children who sometimes
gathered about and looked through the railing to see a real Princess.

Victoria was very fond of dolls. She had one hundred and thirty-two,
which she kept in a house of their own. She herself made their
clothes, and the neatness of her needlework surprised all who saw it.
The Princess grew up a merry, affectionate, simple-hearted child,
thoughtful for the comfort of others, and extremely truthful.

Victoria's baptismal name was Alexandra Victoria. She preferred to be
called by the latter name, but to the English people "Victoria" had a
foreign sound and was not very popular. It remained for the Queen to
make it illustrious and beloved.

By the death of George IV in 1830, William, Duke of Clarence, came to
the throne. As he had no children who might succeed to the throne,
Victoria became the direct heir. King William was a good-natured,
undignified sort of man, often ridiculous in his public actions. He
encouraged Victoria to take part in public ceremonies, and if there was
a hall to be dedicated, or a bridge to be opened, or a statue unveiled,
the little Princess was called upon quite often to act for the King at
the ceremony.

William reigned only nine years, expiring one morning in June, 1837, at
Saint James's Palace in London.

When a king or queen dies, it is the custom for persons of high rank to
go immediately and salute the new king or queen.

As soon as William, therefore, had drawn his last breath, the
Archbishop of Canterbury and the Lord Chamberlain went straight to
Kensington Palace to notify Victoria that she had succeeded to the
throne. It was five o'clock in the morning, and as she had just arisen
from bed, she received them in her dressing-robe. Her first words
to the Archbishop were, "I beg your Grace to pray for me." There
is a pretty picture of this scene in the Tate Gallery in London,
representing the two old men on their knees before a young girl of
eighteen years, kissing her hands.

And so, at the age of eighteen, Victoria became Queen of Great Britain
and Ireland and the Empire beyond the seas. Though not beautiful, the
young Queen was self-possessed, modest and dignified. Every one bore
testimony to the dignity and grace of her actions at this time.

Victoria selected as her Prime Minister Lord Melbourne, to whom she was
much attached, and who was her trusted adviser for many years. Just
eight days after the first anniversary of her accession to the throne,
Victoria was crowned in Westminster Abbey, sitting in the chair where
so many English monarchs have received their crowns. The coronation
was of great splendor. The sun shone brightly as the procession left
Buckingham Palace and her Majesty was greeted all along the route with
enthusiastic cheers.

When the Queen entered the Abbey, "with eight ladies all in white
floating about her like a silvery cloud, she paused as if for breath
and clasped her hands." When she knelt to receive the crown, with the
sun shining on her fair young head, the beauty and solemnity of the
scene impressed every one. The Duchess of Kent, Victoria's mother, was
affected to tears. The ceremonies in the Abbey lasted five hours and
the Queen looked pale and weary as she drove to the Palace wearing her
crown.

Carlyle, who was among the spectators, said: "Poor little Queen! She
is at an age when a girl can hardly be trusted to choose a bonnet for
herself. Yet a task is laid upon her from which an archangel might
shrink."

Many important matters had to be decided by the young Queen, and
sometimes serious troubles grew out of her inexperience. However, being
sensible and wise beyond her years, her decisions were for the most
part just, and with time she became more and more tactful and better
able to cope with the difficulties of governing so great a nation.

A matter of great interest to the public was Victoria's marriage. There
were many princes willing and anxious to marry the young Queen of
England, but Victoria had a mind and will of her own. She remembered
with interest her handsome cousin, Prince Albert of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha,
who had visited England two years before, while she was still a
Princess.

The Duchess of Kent had been fond of this nephew, whose tastes were
refined and whose habits were good. Victoria herself remembered him
with affection.

Another visit was arranged by King Leopold, and this time Victoria's
interest grew into love. One day she summoned the Prince to her room
and offered him her hand in marriage. It must have been a trying thing
for her to do, but of course a mere Prince could not propose to the
Queen of England. Prince Albert was overjoyed, for he loved Victoria.

The Queen announced her engagement to Parliament, and on February 10,
1840, she was married in the Chapel Royal of Saint James's Palace. She
wore a white satin gown trimmed with orange blossoms and a veil of
Honiton lace costing one thousand pounds, which had been ordered to
encourage the lace-makers of Devonshire. Guns were fired, bells rung,
and flags waved, when the ceremony was completed.

After the wedding breakfast at Buckingham Palace, Victoria and Albert
drove to Windsor Castle, past twenty-two miles of spectators, who
shouted and cheered the youthful pair. There was great rejoicing, and
dinners were given to thousands of poor people throughout the Kingdom.
After three days spent at Windsor, the Queen and the Prince Consort, as
Albert was called, returned to London and began their busy life for the
state.

Victoria found a wise adviser in her young husband. He was about her
own age, and like her, had a sincere desire always to do the right
thing. For a while he was not liked in England, owing to his foreign
birth, but before long he gained the affections of that exacting
people. The married life of Victoria and Albert was one of unusual
happiness and beauty, lasting for twenty years,—until 1861. The
Prince, in dying, left a family of nine children. The eldest became the
Empress of Germany, and the second was the late King Edward.

The death of the Prince Consort made a great change in the life of the
Queen. She became very reserved in her widowhood, and her withdrawal
from public life lasted a long time, to the displeasure of the English
people. She wore mourning for many years, and was averse to presiding
over ceremonious Court functions.

Although impetuous and wilful, Victoria was yet quite willing to be
advised by older and wiser persons, and the great men of England very
soon learned to respect her character and give heed to her wishes. As
a Queen, she really reigned; which means that she was the true head
and controller of public affairs. Naturally, she could not do it all
herself, but she had the fortunate gift of knowing how to choose her
helpers. No reign of any English monarch can be reckoned so great as
that of Victoria. It was full of great events, which would require
several volumes to recite.

In 1849 she paid a visit to Ireland. In 1851 the first great World's
Exposition was held in London. In 1853 there was a war with Russia, and
in 1857 the Indian Mutiny occurred. Years later, in 1876, Victoria was
formally proclaimed Empress of India. This was accomplished by means of
the clever management of Lord Beaconsfield, her Prime Minister, who was
a Jew named Disraeli, and a very great statesman.

She encouraged artists and literary men. She made Alfred Tennyson
the Poet Laureate of England. Some of his most beautiful lines were
addressed to her and the Prince Consort.

The Duke of Wellington, victor at Waterloo, where Napoleon was
defeated, was her trusted friend and adviser.

England, in Victoria's reign, made great strides in wealth, art,
science, and population. Great men clustered around this wonderful
little woman and helped make her rule a glorious one. In 1887, when she
had been queen for fifty years, England gave herself a great jubilee
which was attended by all the great princes and representatives of
kings in the world.

Queen Victoria was fond of music, was an excellent singer, and spoke
many languages. When in London she lived at Buckingham Palace, going
at times to Windsor Castle, and occasionally to Balmoral Castle in
Scotland, where she would throw off the cares of state and live simply
as an English gentlewoman. She had another pleasant home on the Isle of
Wight, called Osborne House, where she had her last illness.

Victoria died on January 22, 1901, in her eighty-second year. Her reign
was the longest in English history, being nearly sixty-four years.
It was exceeded in Europe only by Louis XIV of France, who reigned
seventy-one years.

The English people mourned Victoria sincerely and deeply. She had added
greatly to the extent and glory of her country. She had been a great
and wise ruler. She had commanded the respect of every one at home and
abroad, and while she did not talk much, her life proved that a woman
can rule as well and wisely as a man. Her private life, as mother,
wife, and sovereign, has been a noble example.

At her own request, Queen Victoria's funeral was a military one, her
body being placed in the mausoleum built for Prince Albert at Frogmore.




[Illustration: FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE]


FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE

(1820-1910)

 "Theirs is a heroism and patriotism no less grand than that of the
 bravest soldier they ever nursed back to life and health."

  —_Charles R. Skinner_


Florence Nightingale, one of the most illustrious personages of Queen
Victoria's reign, was born in Florence, Italy, of English parents.
Since they were visiting that city at the time, they named their little
daughter after the city of her birth. A sister, also born in Italy, was
named Parthenope after her birthplace.

The Nightingales were well-to-do people. They owned a beautiful country
seat in Derbyshire, which was for many years the residence of Florence
and her parents. Florence's love for animals and flowers was second
only to her love of humanity. Very early she formed the idea of a
vocation which should be lofty and altruistic.

Her acquaintance with Elizabeth Fry did much to develop this idea. Mrs.
Fry, already famous as the first woman who made the welfare of women
in prison her care, was a preacher of the Quaker sect.

Having decided upon her course, Miss Nightingale began to learn in the
hospitals the medical nurse's duties; and, hearing of a German training
school for nurses at Kaiserswerth on the Rhine, she went thither and
enrolled herself as a "deaconess."

Kaiserswerth had been started in a very small way by Pastor Fleidner.
It was a Protestant school, which combined religious teaching with
charitable work among the poor and outcast. The Pastor himself was
poor, but his devotion to his work attracted many helpers who gave him
money to carry it on.

Florence here became interested also in prison reform, which led her to
open a small home for women after they should come out of prison. The
few years she spent here brought her face to face with much suffering
and want, and taught her how to find and help unfortunate people.

From Kaiserswerth she went to Paris and entered a Catholic Convent
to study the methods of the Sisters. While there she learned to
respect and admire so greatly the love and devotion of the nuns, that
afterwards, in the Crimean War, she called upon them to assist her.
In England once more, Miss Nightingale settled down to a quiet life,
devoting herself to the care of the sick and the poor about her.

Living near the Nightingales, were Sidney Herbert and his wife.
Herbert, who afterwards became Lord Herbert of Lea, was made Secretary
of War in the English Government. The post was no sinecure, for almost
immediately after his appointment, war broke out between Russia on one
side and England, France, and Turkey on the other.

The scene of the fighting was on the border where Turkey and Russia
join. Near this border is the Crimea, a peninsula, whose principal city
is Sebastopol. To capture this city was the object of the fighting in
that part of the country, from which fact the whole war is known as the
Crimean War.

England had lived in peace since 1815, a period of forty years, and
had to some degree lost the practical knowledge of how to conduct
a military campaign. The result was a great waste of time, men and
stores, through the inexperience of both officers and soldiers.
Disaster followed disaster, each treading upon the other's heels.

Finally William Howard Russell, the War Correspondent of the London
Times, wrote a strong letter home to England in which he spoke of
the suffering of the wounded, saying: "For all I can see, the men die
without the least effort to save them."

Food and clothing were lost, or delayed in transport; the surgeons
were without lint or bandages or other of the commonest supplies for
hospital work. Russell finally asked a question that made a great stir
in England:

"Are there no devoted women among us, able and willing to go forth to
minister to the sick and suffering soldiers of the East? Are none of
the daughters of England at this extreme hour of need ready for such a
work of mercy?"

Florence Nightingale heard this clarion cry and immediately wrote to
Secretary Herbert offering her services. Her letter crossed one from
him offering her the place of Chief Nurse.

It is doubtful if any choice of a person to do a great work has ever
been so fortunate and successful as this one. Florence Nightingale,
by her studies and her work in Germany and at home, was already well
prepared for nursing. Now it was seen that she was an able organizer as
well.

All this came as a great surprise to the world, for Miss Nightingale
had never been written or talked about very much. Now, however, every
one asked who she was.

She gathered together thirty-eight nurses, ten of whom were Roman
Catholic Sisters of Mercy, and they all left England on October 21,
1854.

On landing in France, the fish-women of Boulogne cared for their trunks
and luggage with their own hands and saw the Englishwomen safely on
the train for Paris, where they made a short stay at the Convent which
Florence had visited years before. Then they set forth for Marseilles,
where they took steamer for Scutari, in Turkey. Every one helped them
and no one would take pay for their service.

There was no little fun made in Europe over the nurses, but ridicule
changed to admiration when the first news of their work began to
reach home. Miss Nightingale paid no attention either to the shallow
fault-finding, or to praise, but went straight ahead to do the work she
found in Scutari. And great need there was of her help!

It might be well here to quote a description of Florence Nightingale:

 You cannot hear her say a few sentences, no, not even look at
 her without feeling that she is an extraordinary being. Simple,
 intellectual, sweet, full of love and benevolence, she is a
 fascinating and perfect woman. She is tall and pale. Her face is
 exceedingly lovely, but better than all is the soul's glory that
 shines through every feature. Nothing can be sweeter than her smile.
 It is like a sunny day in summer.

It would be difficult and painful to describe the conditions she found
existing in the hospital at Scutari. The doctors were so few and so
overworked, and the wounded men were so numerous, that many died who
might have been saved. Hospital supplies were there, but could not be
found. Perhaps never in civilized times was there so much unnecessary
suffering.

Miss Nightingale and her staff of nurses could do very little
compared to the great need, but they took up the work bravely. Here
Miss Nightingale's ability as a manager and director was shown. She
soon came to be ranked with the Generals in ability and power. All
opposition to her as a woman began to fade away as her blessed work
among the sick and dying soldiers began to be appreciated.

Soon all England was alive to the great work, and more nurses, and
large gifts of supplies and money began to be hurried to the Crimea.

Florence Nightingale spent nearly two years in the Crimea. Once she
fell dangerously ill with a fever, but the care she had given to
others was returned in the form of all manner of attentions to her. She
never quite recovered from the effects of that terrible Crimean fever.

When the war was over, she went back to England so quietly that hardly
anyone outside her home knew of her return. When it became known, she
was overwhelmed by all sorts of people trying to do her honor. Most of
them she refused to see. Queen Victoria invited her to come to Balmoral
Castle and this honor she could not refuse, for the request of a Queen
is a command. The Queen decorated her with a beautiful jewel, treating
her simply in the spirit of one woman recognizing another who deserved
recognition.

Florence Nightingale lived to be ninety years old, thus spending fifty
years in England after the Crimean war.

She devoted all her life to benevolent works: building new hospitals,
writing books on the care of the sick, and inspiring many young women
to give their lives to the service of humanity. She never married.

At her death it was proposed to bury her in Westminster Abbey, that
great final home of England's illustrious sons and daughters, but
the honor was declined by her friends, and she sleeps sweetly in the
village church-yard near her old country home in Hampshire.

Our own Longfellow wrote these fine lines about Florence Nightingale,
referring to her habit of going about the hospitals at night with a
lamp in her hand:

    "On England's annals through the long
    Hereafter of her speech and song,
    A light its ray shall cast
    From the portals of the past.

    "A lady with a lamp shall stand
    In the great history of the land;
    A noble type of good
    Heroic womanhood."




[Illustration: SUSAN B. ANTHONY]


SUSAN B. ANTHONY

(1820-1906)

    "That one who breaks the way with tears,
    Many shall follow with a song."


Among those who believed that in certain lines woman can do as valuable
work as man, was Susan B. Anthony. During her long, busy life of
eighty-six years, she protested against the injustice done to woman on
the part of Society.

It has been truly said that woman's place is in the home, and true it
is that most women prefer home life; yet does not every one know that,
in numerous instances, women are compelled to earn their own living,
and often in addition to support their brothers and sisters, fathers
and mothers?

"Why, then," thought Miss Anthony, "should laws be such as to prevent
women from having the same opportunities as men in the business world?"
This line of thought was early forced upon her.

Born on the fifteenth of February, 1820, in South Adams, Massachusetts,
of Quaker ancestry, she received a liberal education from her father.
Mr. Anthony being a well-to-do merchant, it was not supposed that his
daughters would ever be obliged to support themselves, but he believed
that girls as well as boys should be fitted to do so, if the necessity
arose.

The wisdom of Mr. Anthony's course early became apparent, for when
Susan was seventeen years of age, he failed in business, and his
daughters were able to assist him to retrieve his fortunes.

Susan began to teach in a Quaker family, receiving the sum of one
dollar a week and board. Later she taught in the Public Schools of
Rochester, to which place the family had removed. Here she received a
salary of eight dollars a month for the same work for which men were
paid twenty-five and thirty dollars.

It was this injustice which first led her to speak in public. At a
meeting of the New York State Teachers' Association, she petitioned the
Superintendent for equal pay with men, but notwithstanding the fact
that her work was admitted to be entirely satisfactory, her petition
was refused on the ground that she was a woman.

Miss Anthony worked for years trying to bring the wages of women
workers up to those of men, and although she did not succeed in
accomplishing her desire, still by her efforts the general standing of
women was greatly improved.

She continued to teach until 1852, but all the while she was taking
a keen interest in every reform movement. The more she studied and
pondered over the condition of women, the stronger grew her conviction
that they would never receive proper pay or recognition, never be able
to do the work God intended them to do in the world, unless they should
be given equal political rights with man.

Miss Anthony did not at first advocate full suffrage for women; at that
period it appeared a thing quite impossible for them to obtain. Wisely
she worked for what she believed was within the range of possibility to
secure. She was much interested in the temperance movement, and spoke
frequently in public for that cause. It happened one day that the Sons
of Temperance invited the Daughters of Temperance to their Convention
at Albany. The Daughters accepted the invitation and attended, but the
Sons would not allow them to speak,—which so angered Miss Anthony and
some other women that they left the hall and held a meeting of their
own outside. Out of this episode grew the Women's New York State
Temperance Society, founded in 1852, and afterward developing into the
Women's Christian Temperance Union.

By this time Miss Anthony was well known as a lecturer. But when she
actually called a Convention of Women at Albany to urge the public to
recognize the wrongs, and demand the rights of her sex, considerable
comment followed. In the sixth decade of the Nineteenth Century women
had not become so active in public affairs that one of them could call
a Convention and the general public take no notice.

The right to vote on educational questions was at length granted women
in New York State, and the credit for this is due to Susan B. Anthony
and Elizabeth Cady Stanton.

Miss Anthony's friendship with Mrs. Stanton started her in new fields
of action. Mrs. Stanton's husband was a lawyer and journalist, who had
been a student in Lane Theological Seminary. A noted abolitionist, he
went as delegate to the World's Anti-Slavery Convention in London.
Mrs. Stanton accompanied him, meeting there Lucretia Mott, who was the
sole woman delegate. These two women called the first Woman's Rights
Convention at Seneca Falls in 1848. Though Miss Anthony did not attend
this meeting, she later became a complete convert, being already headed
in the direction of woman's political and social emancipation.

As soon as Miss Anthony became convinced that only through the use
of the ballot could woman succeed in obtaining the same rights in
the business world as men, she entered heart and soul into the work
of securing it, going to many cities of the North and the South
to lecture, often speaking five or six times a week. Her platform
manner was direct, straight-forward, and convincing; her good humor,
unfailing; her quickness to see and grasp an opportunity for retort,
noteworthy.

In 1860 the New York Legislature passed a bill giving to married
women the possession of their earnings and the guardianship of their
children. This was largely due to Miss Anthony's exertions. For
many years she had kept up a constant agitation on the injustice of
depriving women of these fundamental rights.

Belonging to the Abolition Party, she had worked during the war
with the Women's Loyal Legion for the abolition of slavery. In 1867
Mrs. Stanton, Lucy Stone and Susan B. Anthony went to Kansas in
the interests of woman suffrage; there the three women secured nine
thousand votes in favor of the cause. Their work, however, had no
immediately visible effect, but to-day, forty-five years later, women
in that State enjoy the privilege of the ballot.

As a citizen of Rochester wishing to test her right to the suffrage,
she voted at the National election of 1872. For so doing she was
arrested, tried, and fined one hundred dollars and costs. With her
characteristic defiance of injustice, Miss Anthony refused to pay the
fine, which to this day remains unpaid.

Beloved by her co-workers, to strangers Miss Anthony appeared stern and
uncompromising. Yet all her friends testify to her lovable qualities
and generous nature. Mrs. Stanton, her intimate friend for eighteen
years, said of her:

 She is earnest, unselfish, and as true to principle as the needle
 to the pole. I have never known her to do or say a mean or narrow
 thing; she is entirely above that petty envy and jealousy that mar the
 character of so many otherwise good women.

Miss Anthony herself said, "My work is like subsoil ploughing—preparing
the way for others to perfect."

But the last eight years of her long life, in which she worked
constantly and achieved much, must have given her the satisfaction of
knowing that all the "subsoil ploughing" had not been in vain. Her
constancy in keeping the idea of votes for women before the public
won many over to the cause, and paved the way for the partial victory
of to-day. At present, women have the privilege of the ballot in ten
States of the Union: California, Colorado, Idaho, Utah, Wyoming,
Washington, Arizona, Oregon, Kansas, and Michigan. It is clear that the
question of woman suffrage has ceased to be a mere matter of academic
discussion and that it is a very practical and even vital issue to-day.

For years Miss Anthony endured cruel misrepresentation and ridicule;
now she is acknowledged to have been a woman of splendid intellect and
wonderful courage, who devoted her life to the betterment of humanity.

To her co-workers she was always "Aunt Susan," and when her last
illness came, there were many loving friends to care for her. The
Reverend Anna Howard Shaw was with her when she died at Rochester,
March 16, 1906. She says, "Miss Anthony died with calmness and courage.
She spent her life in making other women freer and happier."




[Illustration: MARY A. LIVERMORE]


MARY A. LIVERMORE

(1821-1905)

 "I am not accustomed to the language of eulogy. I have never studied
 the art of paying compliments to women. But I must say that if all
 that has been said by orators and poets since the Creation of the
 World, in praise of women, was applied to the women of America, it
 would not do them justice for their conduct during this war. I will
 close by saying, God bless the women of America."

  —_Abraham Lincoln_


The life of Mary A. Livermore shows how a poor, unknown girl became
famous, the world over, as an orator and reformer.

Mary Rice was born in Boston, Massachusetts, December 19, 1821. Her
parents were stern Calvinists, her grandfathers for six generations
having been Welsh preachers. Hence, Mary was brought up "after the
strictest sect a Pharisee." She was a restless, active child, fond of
play, yet interested in work. At an early age she was sent to a Public
School in Boston, where she made rapid progress in her studies, being
quick to learn and persistent and enthusiastic over her tasks.

Her class-mates were fond of her, and by reason of an unusually strong
character, she became a leader among them. The poor or unfortunate
always appealed to her. If ever a girl appeared in the school wearing
shabby clothes or eating a scanty luncheon, Mary would manage to
prevent her from feeling uncomfortable. It is not surprising that she
was a favorite.

In out-of-door sports she excelled most of the girls, being famous for
running, jumping and sliding. One day, after she had spent a happy hour
at her favorite sport of sliding on the ice, she ran into the house
exclaiming, "Splendid, splendid sliding!"

Her father replied, "Yes, Mary, it is good fun, but hard on the shoes!"

This led the child to believe that her father's burden was increased by
her amusement, so she decided that she would never slide again. When
ten years of age she grew so deeply anxious for the spiritual welfare
of her five little brothers and sisters that she could not sleep. She
would crawl out of bed at night and beg her father and mother to arise
and pray for their conversion, once saying: "It is no matter about me;
if they can be saved, I can bear anything."

Even in her play she would devise means of instructing as well as
entertaining the children. There being no money to buy toys for them,
Mary introduced the game of playing school. It is said that she
imitated her own teacher to perfection. Sometimes in the old woodshed
she arranged the logs to represent the pews of a church, and desiring
a larger audience than that of the children, she stood up sticks of
wood to represent people. Then, when the assemblage was sufficiently
large to warrant a service, she would conduct one herself, praying and
preaching with the utmost seriousness.

Her mother, surprised at her ability in this line, once said to her,
"Mary, I wish you had been a boy; you could have been trained for the
ministry!"

In those days no one even thought of educating a girl to speak from the
pulpit, though to-day it is not uncommon; nor could Mrs. Rice dream
that her daughter would one day become a powerful public speaker in an
important cause, and deliver speeches in lecture halls and churches.

When Mary was twelve, she resolved to assist her father in supporting
the large family, for she had observed with sorrow how hard he worked.
Dressmaking seemed to offer good opportunities, so she entered a shop
as apprentice. In three months she had learned her trade, and was then
hired at thirty-seven cents a day to work three months more, but being
desirous of earning more money, she engaged to make a dozen flannel
shirts at home for a clothier. After sewing all day in the shop and
sitting up at home until early morning hours, she could not finish the
shirts in the time agreed upon.

One evening the man called for them, greatly to Mrs. Rice's surprise,
for she had known nothing about Mary's plan. Mary explained the delay,
promising to have the shirts finished the next day. When the clothier
had left, Mrs. Rice burst into tears. "We are not so poor as that, my
dear child! What will become of you if you take all the cares of the
world upon you?" she said.

Mary completed the shirts, took them to the clothier and received the
sum of seventy-five cents. This ended her experience as a seamstress,
for her mother would not permit the child to continue such work.

At fourteen, Mary was graduated from the Public School, receiving a
gold medal for good scholarship. She then entered the Charlestown
Female Seminary, where she became one of the best scholars in the
institution. Her ability was so pronounced, that when one of the
teachers died, she was at once asked to take the vacant position. She
conducted her class with much tact and wisdom, earning enough to pay
for the four year course, which she completed in two, by studying and
reciting out of school hours.

At the age of eighteen, she took a position as governess in the family
of a wealthy Virginia planter. Her object was not altogether teaching;
she wished to investigate for herself the slavery question, which was
then much discussed by Abolitionists. She had heard the lectures of
Lucretia Mott and John G. Whittier and determined to find out if the
facts were as bad as stated. Her two years' experience in Virginia made
her an uncompromising Abolitionist.

The faculty of the Duxbury High School was in need of a Principal. It
was customary to place men in such positions, but Mary Rice's fame had
made its way to Duxbury. They had heard of her as an unusual young
woman and one of the most learned of the day. So Mary was placed over
the High School, and there she remained until she was twenty-three
years old, when she resigned to become the wife of the Reverend D. P.
Livermore, a young minister, two years her senior, whose church was
near her school.

Mary immediately began to coöperate with Dr. Livermore in his work.
For thirteen years she assisted him in the affairs of his parish,
during which time three children were born to them. She started
literary and benevolent societies among the church members and was
active in the cause of temperance, organizing a club of fifteen hundred
boys and girls which she called the "Cold Water Army."

In 1857 the Livermores removed to Chicago. Mrs. Livermore while there
aided in editing the _New Covenant_, a religious paper, at the same
time writing stories and sketches for many Eastern publications. In
1860, when Abraham Lincoln was nominated for the Presidency, Mrs.
Livermore was the only woman present,—probably the first woman
representative of the press who ever reported a political convention.

The breaking out of the Civil War changed her life of domestic
quietness to public activity. Being in Boston at the time that the
President called for volunteer troops, she witnessed their departure
for the seat of war. The sad scenes at the station, where mothers
parted from sons, and wives from their husbands, affected her strongly.
As the train carrying the soldiers started off, some of the women
fainted. Mrs. Livermore helped to revive them, telling them not to
grieve, but rather to be thankful that they had sons to fight for
their country. For her part, she told them, she grieved to have no son
to send.

Then a question arose in her mind: What _could_ women do to help? The
general feeling seemed to be that women could do nothing, since they
were not allowed to enlist and fight as soldiers. They were told they
were not wanted in the hospitals, but notwithstanding this a large
number of women banded together and formed "The United States Sanitary
Commission," whose object was to provide bedding, clothing, food, and
comforts for the soldiers in camp, and supplies for the wounded in the
hospitals.

Branch associations were formed in ten large cities. Mrs. Livermore
and Mrs. Jane C. Hoge were put in charge of the Northwestern branch.
Together with others Mrs. Livermore went to Washington to talk with
President Lincoln. They asked him the question, "May women go to the
front?"

Lincoln replied, "The _law_ does not _grant_ to any civilian, either
man or woman, the privilege of going to the front."

The emphasis he placed upon the words _law_ and _grant_ convinced these
women that he would not disapprove of their plans. So Mrs. Livermore
entered hand, heart and soul into the work of relief.

The North was entirely unprepared for war. The hospitals were few and
poorly equipped; nurses were scarce and not well trained; there were
no diet kitchens; nor was there any way of supplying proper medicines
to the sick or of caring for the wounded. To all of these matters Mrs.
Livermore gave her attention; the confusion came to an end, and soon
the machinery of the new department was running smoothly.

She formed soldiers' aid societies; enlisted nurses for the hospitals
and took them to their posts; she went to the front with supplies, and
saw that they were properly distributed; she nursed and cheered the
wounded soldiers, and often brought back invalids with her to their
homes. With all this work, she kept cheerful and well, and found time
to write letters of comfort and cheer to the families of the sick. In
one year she wrote seventeen hundred letters, many being from dying
soldiers, and containing their last farewell to loved ones at home.

The Sanitary Commission was permitted in time of battle to keep its
wagons in the rear of the army. Hot soup and hot coffee were kept in
readiness, cool water and medicines were given when necessary, while
the mere fact that brave women were ready to assist the wounded, put
confidence into the hearts of the men.

It is impossible to describe the great work done by this untiring
woman. Mrs. Livermore tells about it in her book called _My Story of
the War_, which is said to be the best account of the hospital and
sanitary work of the Civil War that has ever been written.

This work took a great deal of money. Donations must be constantly
solicited and Sanitary Fairs arranged. From all parts of the country,
people were writing and begging Mrs. Livermore to come to them and tell
them about her plans. She frequently did describe them in an informal
way to small audiences.

Her first public speech was made in Dubuque, Iowa, where she had
consented to address some ladies. Leaving Chicago by the night train
she reached the Mississippi River at a point where there was no bridge,
travelers being obliged to cross by ferry. It was very cold and the ice
in the river had stopped the ferryboats. Mrs. Livermore, after waiting
nearly all day, began to think she would not be able to keep her
engagement. At last she saw two men starting out in a small boat, whom
she asked to row her across.

One man said, "No, we can't think of it! You'll be drowned!"

Mrs. Livermore replied, "I can't see that I shall be drowned any more
than you!"

Her offer to pay them well settled the matter. This determination to
accomplish whatever she undertook to do was the chief reason for Mrs.
Livermore's success in all her undertakings. The fact is, she liked to
do hard things.

Upon her arrival at Dubuque she found that the ladies had made great
preparations to receive her. They had invited the Governor of the State
and many noted men, and the largest church in town was crowded with
eager people. This rather alarmed her. At first she refused to speak,
saying that she had come to talk to a few ladies only; that she had
never made a speech in her life. But when they said that by speaking
she might be the means of inducing the great State of Iowa to enter
upon the work of Sanitary Relief, her shyness departed and she held her
audience spellbound for an hour and a quarter. A new power had suddenly
developed in her.

At the close of her address the Governor of the State arose and said,

"Mrs. Livermore has told us of the soldiers' needs and of our duties!
It is now our turn to speak, and we must speak in dollars and gifts!"

The enthusiasm was great; eight thousand dollars was soon pledged and
other donations were made. It was decided to hold a Sanitary Fair in
Dubuque, and Mrs. Livermore was engaged to speak in different towns
throughout the State to interest the people in it. When the fair was
held, sixty thousand dollars was cleared. After that, Mary Livermore
was never again afraid to speak before a large audience. By her
lectures she raised hundreds of thousands of dollars for the hospital
work.

At the close of the war, people were so anxious to hear Mrs. Livermore
that she became a regular public lecturer, traveling from place to
place and lecturing always before crowded houses. Her eloquence has
been equaled by few modern speakers, and undoubtedly she was the
foremost of women orators.

Before the war, Mrs. Livermore had been opposed to woman suffrage,
but life in the army caused her to change her views on that question.
She saw that, under existing political and social conditions, women
could never hope to complete reforms until they possessed the right
to vote. She was also devoted to the cause of temperance, serving for
ten years as President of the Women's Christian Temperance Union of
Massachusetts. All this while she was writing articles for magazines,
and at the age of seventy-five Mrs. Livermore produced a book of seven
hundred pages, entitled _The Story of My Life_.

A bust of Mrs. Livermore, made by the sculptor, Annie Whitney, was
presented to the Shurtleff School in Boston by the Alumnae Association
of that institution. It stands opposite that of Lucy Stone, which was
the first bust of a woman ever accepted by the city of Boston for its
schools.

Mrs. Livermore continued in public work, while living at her beautiful
home in Melrose, Massachusetts, until May 23, 1905, when she passed
away at the age of eighty-four.




[Illustration: CLARA BARTON]


CLARA BARTON

(1821-1912)

 "She was on the firing line for humanity all her life."


The Red Cross Society, whose object is to relieve the sufferings caused
by war, is well known the world over, and the name of Clara Barton must
ever be associated with it.

This Society was founded in Europe in 1864, but did not make its way to
America until 1881, when Clara Barton succeeded in establishing it.

Born in the town of North Oxford, Massachusetts, on Christmas Day,
1821, Clara Barton began life under most favorable circumstances.

The family was well-to-do and Clara, being the youngest, received much
attention from all. Her father, who had fought under Mad Anthony Wayne
against the Indians of the West, used to tell her stories of army
life—knowledge which she afterward turned to good account.

Her elder brother was fond of mathematics, and insisted upon teaching
Clara the mysteries of number. These she mastered rapidly and soon no
toy equaled her little slate in her esteem.

Her younger brother, David, was a fearless and daring rider. On the
farm were several fine horses, for Mr. Barton was fond of the animals
and raised his own colts. It was David's delight to take little Clara,
throw her upon the back of a colt and spring upon another himself.
Then, shouting to her to "cling fast to the mane," he would catch hold
of her by one foot and together they would gallop away. What mad rides
they took, and how well Clara learned to stick on a horse's back! These
lessons, too, she had cause to be thankful for later in life, when
she was obliged to mount a strange horse on the battle-field and ride
fearlessly to a place of safety.

Her two sisters, who were teachers, took care that she should have a
knowledge of books. Miss Barton said that she did not remember the time
when she could not read; she always did her own story reading.

When old enough she was sent to an academy at Clinton, New York, where
she graduated. She then became a teacher and opened the first free
school in the State of New Jersey, at Bordentown. Here her work was
very successful, her school numbering at the close of the first year
six hundred pupils. But, her health failing, she gave up the school
work in 1854 and obtained a position as Head Clerk in the Patent Office
at Washington.

When the Civil War broke out, she offered her services as a volunteer
nurse, and from the beginning of the war until its close she worked in
the hospital, in the camp, and on the battle-field.

During the Peninsula campaign in 1862, Miss Barton faced horrible
scenes on the field. She also served eight months in the hospitals on
Morris Island during the siege of Charleston, and was at the front
during the Wilderness campaign. In 1864 she was put in charge of the
hospitals at the front of the Army of the James, and continued that
work until the close of the war.

All this time Miss Barton persisted in aiding the wounded soldiers of
_both_ armies—a practice which shocked many people and caused them
to protest. But she paid no attention to the protests, nor are any
such heard to-day, for Clara Barton's way of helping the suffering,
regardless of the uniform they wore, is now followed over the civilized
world; it is the very heart of the plan of the Red Cross Society itself.

War over, and peace assured to our land, President Lincoln requested
Miss Barton to search for the eighty thousand men whose names were on
the army records, but of whom no trace could be found. In the course of
this work, Miss Barton visited the prison at Andersonville and helped
the released prisoners to regain their health and their homes. She
laid out the ground of the National Cemetery at that place, identified
the dead, and caused marked gravestones to be placed over the bodies
of twelve thousand nine hundred men. Four hundred tablets, marked
"Unknown," were placed over the bodies of other dead soldiers.

This Work took four years to accomplish, and when it was over Miss
Barton went to Switzerland for rest. Here she first heard of the Red
Cross Society. The idea had originated with a Swiss, M. Henri Dunant.
Each European country had signed a treaty permitting the members of
this association to help all the wounded on the battle-field without
interference, and without regard to religion or race, or whether they
were friends or foes.

Miss Barton devoted herself to this work during the Franco-Prussian
War. After the siege of Strasburg, when the people of that city were in
a terrible condition, she organized a relief fund for the starving, and
saw to it that the homeless were given places to sleep. Materials for
garments were obtained, and the poor women were set to work at a fair
price to make articles of wearing apparel for the needy.

When no longer needed in Strasburg, Miss Barton went to Paris, where
the breaking out of the French Revolution after the war with Prussia
had caused great distress. She entered the city on foot, for it was
impossible to procure a horse, thousands having been slain to use as
food for the starving inhabitants. Miss Barton immediately began relief
work there, with such success that she came to be looked upon as an
angel.

In 1873, on her return to America, she asked Congress to join in a
treaty with the European powers to establish the Red Cross Society
here. It took a long time to secure this legislation, and it was not
until 1881, as stated before, that the Red Cross was established with
us. Clara Barton was chosen as the first President and soon afterward
she had an amendment passed widening the scope of the Society so as to
include cases of suffering from floods, fires, famine, earthquake, and
other forms of disaster. The amendment also gave protection to all Red
Cross workers. This was agreed to at a conference of the Society held
at Berne in 1882, but was not adopted by any of the European nations.
At that time there was little possibility of a war in the United
States, and Miss Barton thought she would have little to do unless she
extended the plan of work. As it was, she found quite enough to do.

The forest fires in Michigan, the Mississippi Valley floods, 1882-1883,
the Charleston earthquake, the Johnstown flood—all afforded much
work for the Red Cross. During the famine in Russia, 1891-1892, Miss
Barton and her Society took an active part in distributing food and
clothing. When the frightful massacres in Armenia brought horror to the
civilized world, again Miss Barton made an appeal to a European country
to be allowed to help the sufferers. The Sultan at first objected, but
public opinion was too strong for him, and he finally consented on
condition that the workers should place the crescent above the cross
on the badges worn by them. Miss Barton and her assistants were then
pleasantly received and succeeded in giving valuable aid.

In 1898 President McKinley sent Miss Barton to Cuba to help the poor
people of that country, many of whom were starving. During the Cuban
War which followed, she went to the battle-fields and did heroic work
there.

When the Galveston flood occurred, Miss Barton was eighty years old.
Yet to Galveston she hastened. The strain, however, was more than she
could endure. From that time she gave up active work and made her
home in Glen Echo, a small village in Maryland. Here, enjoying the
companionship of a few faithful friends, she spent the remainder of her
life, passing away on April 12, 1912.

Miss Barton possessed one of the most remarkable collections of medals
and other decorations in existence. They were presented to her by
nearly every country on the globe. Many are set with rare jewels and
bear inscriptions. Among them is the Iron Cross of Germany, the highest
honor Germany can bestow, and one conferred only for deeds of great
personal bravery. A rare jewel, which Miss Barton always wore, was a
pansy cut from a single amethyst, presented to her by the Grand Duchess
of Baden in memory of their lifelong friendship.

Clara Barton ranks as one of the greatest heroines the world has known.
Her name is known and loved throughout Europe and America for unselfish
devotion to a great cause. Her services in foreign lands were offered
as freely as in her own country, for her creed was the brotherhood of
man.




[Illustration: HARRIET HOSMER]


HARRIET HOSMER

(1830-1908)

                        ... "A sculptor wields
    The chisel, and the stricken marble grows
    To beauty." ...

    —_Bryan_


Harriet Goodhue Hosmer was born in Watertown, Massachusetts, October 9,
1830. She was the youngest child of Hiram and Sarah Grant Hosmer. From
her father came her marked independence of character; from her mother,
her imagination and artistic tastes.

The latter died when Harriet was four years of age. Dr. Hosmer
determined to save his daughters from the insidious disease which had
carried away his two sons as well as his wife, and so instituted for
them a system of physical training, insisting upon out-of-door sports
and amusements. Notwithstanding all his efforts, however, the elder
daughter died, leaving Harriet as the sole surviving child.

Dr. Hosmer, grieved, but undismayed, renewed his endeavors to
strengthen Harriet's vigor and increase her powers of endurance.
Harriet took to this treatment very kindly, spending many joyous days
tramping through the woods with her dogs. All the while, she observed
keenly, acquiring a knowledge of plant and animal life, and storing up
impressions of the beautiful and harmonious in Nature.

Her home was situated on the Charles River. She had her own boathouse
and bathhouse. In summer she rowed and swam; in winter she skated. No
nook or corner of the country round was unknown to her; the steepest
hills, the wildest and most rugged regions, were her familiar haunts. A
madcap was Harriet, and the sober neighbors were often astonished and
even scandalized, by the undignified speed she made on her beautiful
horse.

This kind of life would always have satisfied her, and Harriet thought
it nothing short of an affliction when her father said she must go to
school. Was she not getting her education in riding about the country?
However, to school she went, in Boston, for several years.

But when she reached the age of fifteen, Dr. Hosmer became convinced
that Harriet would never thrive, mentally or physically, unless she
were left free to follow her own bent. And perhaps he never in his
life made a wiser decision.

So he sent the wild girl to the home school of Mrs. Charles Sedgwick
of Lenox. Here she had the benefits of cultured and elevating
surroundings, together with motherly care, and also of the out-of-door
life so dear to her heart and so necessary to her well-being.

Lenox, in the beautiful Berkshire Hills, was at that time a primitive
village, though it has since grown into a fashionable summer resort.
There, in Mrs. Sedgwick's refined and peaceful home, Harriet acquired
her real education from listening to the conversations of such men and
women as Nathaniel Hawthorne, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Frederika Bremer and
Fanny Kemble.

This stimulus was all Harriet needed to develop in her the idea of
doing some serious work in life. She began to give a great deal of time
to drawing, her study of nature and her splendid powers of observation
being of great assistance to her here.

Those were happy days for Harriet. She was the life of the household,
being always ready to deliver comic lectures, to dress up in odd
costumes, to give impromptu theatricals, or to say or do original
things. Mrs. Kemble, who occupied a villa near the Sedgwicks, often
entertained the school-girls by reading and reciting Shakespeare
to them. Harriet became devotedly attached to her, their friendship
lasting throughout their lives.

In 1849, Harriet left Lenox and returned to Watertown for the purpose
of beginning her life work, which she had decided should be that of
a sculptor. To work intelligently, it was necessary for her to know
anatomy thoroughly, but there was no college where she could prepare
herself in that study, for the subject was at that time reserved
strictly for men.

It happened that Harriet went to St. Louis to visit friends, and
that while she was there some lectures on anatomy were delivered by
Dr. J. N. McDowell, the head of the medical department of the State
University. The lectures were not open to women, but so great was
Harriet's desire to profit by them that Professor McDowell allowed her
to see his notes and examine the specimens by herself—a very radical
act on his part, since it was thought indelicate for a woman to study
this noble subject, even though the knowledge was to be used to create
the beautiful in art and, so, to elevate public thought.

Harriet studied hard, and was rewarded at the close of the term by
receiving her diploma with the class. This great concession had been
gained through the influence of Mr. Wayman Crow, the father of a
classmate of Harriet. Mr. Crow became her intimate friend and close
adviser, watching over her and guiding her affairs as long as he lived.

The coveted diploma secured, Miss Hosmer decided to travel before
returning home. She visited New Orleans and traversed almost the entire
length of the Mississippi River. While on a Mississippi steamboat,
some young men began to talk of their chances for reaching the top of
a certain bluff which they were then approaching. Miss Hosmer made a
wager that she could reach it before any of them. The race was made,
Miss Hosmer winning easily. The bluff, about five hundred feet in
height, was straightway named Mount Hosmer.

In 1852 appeared her first finished product. This was the bust of a
beautiful maiden just falling asleep, and was entitled _Hesper, the
Evening Star_.

About this time Miss Hosmer met the renowned actress, Charlotte
Cushman. Miss Cushman, seeing promise in the girl's work, urged her to
go to Rome and study. Dr. Hosmer approved of this suggestion, and soon
father and daughter sailed for Europe.

Upon their arrival in Rome, they called upon John Gibson, the most
noted English sculptor of the day, to whom they had letters of
introduction. After examining the photographs of _Hesper_, and talking
with Harriet, who always impressed strangers with a sense of her
ability and earnestness, Gibson consented to take her into his studio
as a pupil.

Overjoyed was she to be assigned to a small room formerly occupied by
Canova, of whom Gibson had been a pupil. Here she began the study of
ancient classical art, making copies of many masterpieces and selling
them without any trouble. When her first large order for a statue came
from her friend, Mr. Wayman Crow, Harriet felt that she was beginning
the world in earnest. When this order was soon afterward followed by
another for a statue to be placed in the Library at St. Louis, she knew
that her career as a sculptor was assured.

International fame came to her with a figure of _Puck_, copies of
which found their way into important public galleries and into private
collections on both continents.

When the State of Missouri decided to erect its first public monument,
she was requested to design a statue of Thomas H. Benton, to be cast in
bronze and placed in St. Louis.

A work attracting unusual attention was _Zenobia_, _Queen of Palmyra,
in Chains_. A replica of this now stands in the Metropolitan Museum,
of New York City. Miss Hosmer's whole soul was enlisted in her work
on this particular piece of sculpture. She spent days searching the
libraries for information upon the subject, information that should
stimulate her hand to express powerfully her conception of the great
queen—dignified, imposing, and courageous, despite her fallen
fortunes. This statue was exhibited in Rome, England and America.

Harriet Hosmer possessed a great faculty for inspiring warm and lasting
friendships. Among her intimate friends during her long residence in
Italy were the Brownings, Mrs. Jameson, Sir Frederick Leighton, and W.
W. Story. The charming group of artistic people living at that time in
Rome, most of them engaged in earnest work, occasionally took a holiday
in the form of a picnic or an excursion to the Campagna. In one of
her letters Mrs. Browning speaks of these excursions, which had been
instituted by Fanny Kemble and her sister, Adelaide Sartoris:

 Certainly they gave us some exquisite hours on the Campagna with
 certain of their friends. Their talk was almost too brilliant. I
 should mention, too, Miss Hosmer (but she is better than a talker),
 the young American sculptress who is a great pet of mine and
 Robert's. She lives here all alone (at twenty-two), works from six
 o'clock in the morning till night as a great artist must, and this
 with an absence of pretension and simplicity of manners, which accord
 rather with the childish dimples in her rosy cheeks, than with her
 broad forehead and lofty aims.

Frances Power Cobbe wrote of her:

 She was in those days the most bewitching sprite the world ever saw.
 Never have I laughed so helplessly as at the infinite fun of that
 bright Yankee girl. Even in later years when we perforce grew a little
 graver, she needed only to begin one of her descriptive stories to
 make us all young again.

During five happy years, Charlotte Cushman, Miss Hosmer and another
friend made their home together. In a letter to America, Harriet wrote:
"Miss Cushman is like a mother to me, and spoils me utterly."

In 1862, Miss Hosmer received the news of her father's death. Though
grieving sincerely, she worked but the more assiduously, to keep
herself free of selfish sorrow. By means of the moderate fortune left
her, she was able to take an apartment of her own, and establish a
studio which was considered the most beautiful in Rome.

Here she entertained noted people of the day, who came to visit her.
Usually, after a hard day's work, she would mount her horse and gallop
over the Campagna, returning refreshed at night and ready to dine with
her friends. Her animation and wit in discussion, her musical laughter,
her gaiety and lightness of spirits, astonished and charmed all who met
her.

Like most thinking women of the time, Harriet Hosmer abhorred slavery,
and did her part in the Abolition movement by making an inspiring
statue called _The African Sibyl_—the figure of a negro girl
prophesying the freedom of her race. Of this work, Tennyson said, "It
is the most poetic rendering in art of a great historical truth I have
ever seen."

One of her notable orders came from the beautiful Queen of Naples,
whose portrait she executed in marble. The Queen became a close friend
of Miss Hosmer, and her brother, King Ludwig II of Bavaria, frequently
visited the studio.

Miss Hosmer's last years were spent in England and America, with only
occasional visits to Rome. Death came to her in 1908, at the age of
seventy-eight, but to the end she remained an entertaining talker,
recalling with joy the many episodes of her busy, happy life and the
great people she had known.




[Illustration: LOUISA MAY ALCOTT]


LOUISA MAY ALCOTT

(1832-1888)

 "God bless all good women! To their soft hands and pitying hearts we
 must all come at last."

  —_Oliver Wendell Holmes_


The following is said to be a description of Louisa May Alcott at the
age of fifteen, written by herself and published in her book called
_Little Women_. She is supposed to be _Jo_, and her three sisters were
the other _little women_.

 Jo was very tall, thin and brown, and reminded one of a colt, for she
 never seemed to know what to do with her long limbs, which were very
 much in the way. She had a decided mouth, a comical nose, and sharp
 grey eyes which appeared to see everything, and were by turns fierce
 or funny or thoughtful. Her long, thick hair was her one beauty,
 but it was usually bundled into a net to be out of her way. Round
 shoulders had Jo, and big hands and feet, a fly-away look to her
 clothes, and the uncomfortable appearance of a girl who was rapidly
 shooting up into a woman and didn't like it.

Louisa May Alcott was born November 29th, 1832, in Germantown,
Pennsylvania. Her father was Amos Bronson Alcott, a remarkable man,
known as a philosopher and educator. His views of education differed
from those of most people of his time, though many of his ideas are
highly thought of to-day.

He became an important member of that circle of great men of Concord
known as Transcendentalists, and he counted Ralph Waldo Emerson and
Henry D. Thoreau among his closest friends.

Miss Alcott's mother was the daughter of Col. Joseph May of Boston and
the sister of the Rev. Samuel J. May, a noted anti-slavery leader. Mrs.
Alcott was a quiet, unassuming woman, intellectual in her tastes, and
accustomed from her childhood to the companionship of cultured people.
Although an excellent writer, both in prose and verse, her home and
her children were always her first thought. She herself never became
publicly known, but her influence may be traced in the lives and works
of her brilliant daughter and gifted husband. It is doubtful whether
either could have achieved success without her guidance and sympathy.

Thus Louisa came into the world blessed with a heritage of culture
and intellect. Her disposition was sunny and cheerful. Upon one
occasion, when scarcely able to speak so as to be understood, she
suddenly exclaimed at the breakfast table, "I lub everybody in dis
whole world!"—an utterance that gives the keynote to her character and
nature.

When she was about two years of age, her parents removed to Boston,
where Mr. Alcott opened a school. The journey was made by sea. Louisa
liked steam-travel so well that she undertook to investigate it
thoroughly. To the alarm of her parents, she disappeared, being found
after a search in the engine room, sublimely unconscious of soiled
clothes, and deeply interested in the machinery.

Her father believed in play as an important means of education, so
Louisa and her sister were encouraged in their games. Her doll was to
her a real, live baby, to be dressed and undressed regularly, punished
when naughty, praised and rewarded when good. She made hats and gowns
for it, pretended it was ill, put it to bed, and sent for the doctor,
just as any other normal little girl does.

The family cat also came in for its share of attention at the hands of
Louisa. No one was allowed to abuse or torment pussy, but the children
might "play baby" with her, and rock her to sleep; or they might play
that she was sick and that she died, and then attend her funeral.

All this sort of thing Mr. Alcott called "imitation," and at a time
when many good parents looked disapprovingly on children's sports, Mr.
Alcott placed them in his system of education. These plays were so real
to Louisa that she never forgot her joy in them, and years afterward
she gave them out delightfully to other children in her stories.

At seven years of age she began, under her father's direction, a daily
journal. She would write down the little happenings of her life, her
opinions on current events, on books she read, and the conversations
she heard. This was good training for the future writer, developing the
power of accurate thought and of clear and charming expression.

In 1840, it became evident to Mr. Alcott that he could not remain in
Boston. His views on religion and education were so much in advance
of the people about him that his school suffered. Concord had long
attracted the Alcott family, not only because it was the home of
Emerson and others of high intellectual attainments, but because it
offered a simple life and rural surroundings. And so it came that the
family removed there, occupying a small house known as the Hosmer
Cottage, about a mile from Mr. Emerson's home.

At that time there were three Alcott children: Anna, nine years of age,
Louisa, eight, and Elizabeth, five years. A boy, born in Boston, died
early. A fourth girl, named Abby May, was born in Hosmer Cottage. These
four sisters lived a happy life at Concord, although the family had a
hard struggle with poverty; for Mr. Alcott, always a poor business man,
had lost the little he had in trying to form a model colony, called
Fruitlands.

But all were devoted to one another. The children made merry over
misfortune, and wooed good luck by refusing to be discouraged. They
were always ready to help others, notwithstanding their own poverty.
Once, at their mother's suggestion, they carried their breakfast to
a starving family, and at another time they contributed their entire
dinner to a neighbor who had been caught unprepared when distinguished
guests arrived unexpectedly.

Mr. Alcott first attempted to earn his living by working in the fields
for his neighbors, and by cultivating his own acre of ground; but this
work being uncongenial, he soon drifted into his true sphere—that
of writing and lecturing. He supervised the instruction of all his
children, but becoming convinced of Louisa's exceptional ability, he
took sole charge of her education, and except for two brief periods she
was never permitted to attend school.

He was a peculiar man, this Mr. Alcott. One of his methods of guiding
his children was to write letters to them instead of talking. The talks
they might forget, he said, but the letters they could keep and read
over frequently. Louisa had one letter from him on _Conscience_, which
helped to mold her whole life.

Mrs. Alcott, too, would sometimes write to Louisa, giving her some
advice or calling her attention to a fault or undesirable habit. On
Louisa's tenth birthday her mother wrote her as follows:

 DEAR DAUGHTER:

 Your tenth birthday has arrived. May it be a happy one, and on each
 returning birthday may you feel new strength and resolution to be
 gentle with sisters, obedient to parents, loving to every one, and
 happy in yourself.

 I give you the pencil case I promised, for I have observed that you
 are fond of writing, and wish to encourage the habit. Go on trying,
 dear, and each day it will be easier to be and do good. You must help
 yourself, for the cause of your little troubles is in yourself; and
 patience and courage only will make you what mother prays to see you,
 a good and happy girl.

To another letter, received on her eleventh birthday, Louisa replied by
writing these verses:

    I hope that soon, dear mother.
      You and I may be
    In the quiet room my fancy
      Has so often made for thee—

    The pleasant sunny chamber,
      The cushioned easy-chair,
    The book laid for your reading,
      The vase of flowers fair;

    The desk beside the window
      When the sun shines warm and bright,
    And there in ease and quiet
      The promised book you write

    While I sit close behind you,
      Content at last to see
    That you can rest, dear mother,
      And I can cherish thee.

Louisa very early took upon herself the task of building up the family
fortunes. When only fifteen, she began teaching school in a barn. Among
her pupils were the children of Mr. Emerson. At this same period we
find her writing fairy stories which she sent out to various editors.
The editors promptly published these stories, but they sent her no
money for them. But money she must have, so, besides her teaching,
this enterprising girl took in sewing, which brought her little, but
was better than writing stories for nothing! Louisa's intellect and
ability did not make her vain; she was not ashamed to do any kind of
honorable work.

Since the father proved a failure in supporting the family, Mrs. Alcott
tried to earn something by keeping an intelligence office as an agent
for the Overseers of the Poor. One day a gentleman called who wanted
"an agreeable companion" for his father and sister. The companion would
be expected to do light housework, he said, but she would be kindly
treated.

Mrs. Alcott could think of no one to fill the position. Then Louisa
said, "Mother, why couldn't I go?"

She did go, remained two months, and was treated very unkindly, being
obliged to do the drudgery of the entire household. After returning
home, she wrote a story that had a large sale, entitled _How I Went out
to Service_. Surely Louisa Alcott had the ability to make the best of
things, and to turn trials into blessings.

At nineteen she developed great interest in the theatre and straightway
decided to become an actress. During her childhood she had written
plays which her sister Anna and a few other children acted, to the
amusement of the elder members of the family. Now she dramatized her
book, _Rival Prima Donnas_, and prevailed upon a theatrical manager to
produce it. The man who had her play in charge, however, neglected to
fulfil his part of the bargain, and meanwhile, Louisa's ardor for the
theatre cooled off.

By the time she was twenty-one, Miss Alcott was fairly launched as an
author. Two years later she published a book, entitled _Flower Fables_,
receiving from its sale the astonishing sum of thirty-two dollars. Then
her work began to be accepted by the _Atlantic Monthly_ and by other
magazines of good standing.

It was very difficult for her to write in Concord, where she
continually saw so much to be done at home. When a book was in process
of writing she would go to Boston, hire a quiet room, and shut herself
in until the work was completed. Then she would return to Concord to
rest, "tired, hungry and cross," as she expressed it. While in Boston
she worked cruelly hard, often writing fourteen hours out of the
twenty-four. Worn out in body, she would grow discouraged and lose
hope, wondering if she would ever be able to earn enough money to
support her parents.

A dear and good friend of hers was the Reverend Theodore Parker. At his
home the tired, anxious girl was certain to receive encouragement and
cheer. There she met Emerson, Sumner, Garrison, Julia Ward Howe, and
other eminent men and women of the time. A few years before her death
she wrote to a friend:

 Theodore Parker and Ralph Emerson have done much to help me see that
 one can shape life best by trying to build up a strong and noble
 character through good books, wise people's society, and by taking an
 interest in all the reforms that help the world.

While in Boston Miss Alcott found time to go to teach in an evening
Charity School. In her diary we find these jottings:

 I'll help, as I am helped, if I can.

 Mother says no one is so poor that he can't do a little for some one
 poorer yet.

At twenty-five years of age, Louisa Alcott was receiving not over five,
six, or ten dollars for her stories. This would hardly support herself,
to say nothing of the family. Writing might be continued, but sewing
and teaching could not be dropped.

In 1861, when the Civil War broke out, her natural love of action as
well as her patriotism caused her to offer her services as nurse. In
December, 1862, she went to Washington where she was given a post in
the Union Hospital at Georgetown. The Alcott family had been full of
courage until it was time for her to depart. Then all broke down.
Louisa herself felt she was taking her life in her hands and that she
might never come back.

She said, "Shall I stay, Mother?"

"No, no, go! and the Lord be with you," replied her mother, bravely
smiling, and waving good-bye with a wet handkerchief. So Louisa
departed, depressed in spirits and with forebodings of trouble.

She found the hospital small, poorly ventilated, and crowded with
patients. Her heart was equal to the task, but her strength was not.

In her diary, she tells us the events of a day:

 Up at six, dress by gas light, run through my ward and throw up the
 windows, though the men grumble and shiver; but the air is bad enough
 to breed a pestilence. Poke up the fire, add blankets, joke, coax,
 command; but continue to open doors and windows as if life depended
 upon it.

 Till noon I trot, trot, giving out rations, cutting up food for
 helpless boys, washing faces, teaching my attendants how beds are
 made, or floors are swept, dressing wounds, dusting tables, sewing
 bandages, keeping my tray tidy, rushing up and down after pillows,
 bed-linen, sponges, books, and directions till it seems I would
 joyfully pay all I possess for fifteen minutes' rest.

 When dinner is over, some sleep, many read, and others want letters
 written. This I like to do, for they put in such odd things. The
 answering of letters from friends after some one has died is the
 saddest and hardest duty a nurse has to do.

After six weeks of nursing Miss Alcott fell seriously ill with
typhoid-pneumonia.

As she refused to leave her duties, a friend sent word of her condition
to her father, who came to the hospital and took her back with him
to Concord. It was months before she recovered sufficiently even to
continue her literary work, and never again was she robust in health.
She writes: "I was never ill before I went to the hospital, and I have
never been well since."

Her letters written home while she was nursing in Georgetown contained
very graphic and accurate descriptions of hospital life. At the
suggestion of her mother and sisters, Miss Alcott revised and added to
these letters, making a book which she called _Hospital Sketches_.
This book met with instant success, and a part of the success was money.

After that, all was easy. There came requests from magazine editors
offering from two to three hundred dollars for serials. Her place in
the literary field being now an assured thing, her natural fondness for
children led her to writing for them.

The series comprising _Little Women_, _Jo's Boys_, and _Little Men_;
together with _An Old Fashioned Girl_, _Eight Cousins_, _Rose in
Bloom_, _Under the Lilacs_, _Jack and Jill_, and many others, are books
dear to the hearts of all children. Editions of all these books were
published in England, and in several other European countries where
translations had been made of them,—all of which brought in large
royalties for the author.

What happiness it must have given her to make her family independent,
and to be able to travel! Twice she visited Europe, the first time as
companion to an invalid woman, and a second time, after she had earned
enough to pay her own expenses.

Miss Alcott never married. When about twenty-five years of age, an
offer of marriage came to her which most young women would have
considered very flattering. But she did not love her suitor, and on
her mother's advice, refused him, thus being saved from that worst of
conditions—a loveless union.

This first offer was not the last Miss Alcott received and declined.
Matrimony, she said, had no charms for her! She loved her family, and
her literary work. Above all, she loved her freedom. Her health was not
benefited by her second trip to Europe; excessive work had been too
great a strain upon her, and her father's failing health demanded her
constant care.

In 1877 Mrs. Alcott died, and in the autumn of 1882 Mr. Alcott had a
stroke of paralysis. From this he never fully recovered. Louisa was his
constant nurse, and it gave her great happiness to be able to gratify
his every wish. About this time Orchard House, which had been the
family home for twenty-five years, was sold, and the family went to
live with Mrs. Pratt, the eldest daughter.

Hoping that an entire change of air and scene might help her father,
Miss Alcott rented a fine house in Louisburg Square, Boston, to which
she had him removed. Here she showed him every attention, until her own
health became so impaired that she was obliged to go to the home of Dr.
Lawrence, at Roxbury, for medical care.

A few days before her death, she was taken to see her dying father.
Shortly after her visit he passed away, and three days later she
followed him. Born on her father's birthday, she died on the day he was
buried, March 6, 1888.

All her life Louisa Alcott labored to make others happy, and she is
still reaping her harvest of love the world over.




[Illustration: FRANCES WILLARD]


FRANCES E. WILLARD

(1839-1898)

 "There is a woman at the beginning of all great things."

  —_Alphonse de Lamartine_


It was not until 1873 that the vast amount of drunkenness in our
country attracted the attention of the women of America.

A crusade was formed against it in the West, and this led in 1874 to
the foundation of the Women's Christian Temperance Union. Frances
Elizabeth Willard was offered the position of president, an honor she
then declined, preferring to work in the ranks; but four years later
she yielded to the universal demand, and accepted the chairmanship of
this great movement.

This able woman was born at Churchville, very near Rochester, N. Y.,
on September 28, 1839. Her father, of English descent, was a man of
intellectual force, brave, God-fearing; her mother, a woman of strong
religious feeling, great courage, and of fine mental equipment. Frances
inherited the best qualities of both parents. When she was two years
of age, the family removed to Oberlin, Ohio, and about five years later
to Janesville, Wisconsin, then almost a wilderness. Here they lived
the simple, hard life of pioneers. Frances was at first taught by her
mother and a governess; afterward, she and her younger sister entered
the Northwestern College at Evanston, from which Frances was graduated.

Mr. Willard removed to Evanston in order to be near his daughters while
they were in college, and in 1858 built a house there. Here the younger
daughter died, and later Mr. Willard, but Frances and her mother
continued to make it their home, even after the death of the only son.
Frances named it Rest Cottage, and here she returned each year of her
busy life to spend two months with the mother whom she had christened
St. Courageous.

Idleness was an impossibility for Frances Willard. After her graduation
she taught in a little district school, and from 1858 until 1868
continued the work of teaching in various schools and colleges. In 1868
she went to Europe and spent two years in travel and study. Upon her
return she was elected President of the Evanston College for Women,
being the first woman in the world to hold such a position. Two years
later, when the college became a part of the Northwestern University,
Miss Willard became Dean of the Women's College, but as some of her
views conflicted with those of the President, she soon resigned the
position.

It was about this time that the women of Ohio began fighting the liquor
traffic. To use Mrs. Livermore's words, "Frances Willard caught the
spirit of the Woman's Crusade and believed herself called of God to
take up the temperance cause as her life work."

Every one, even her mother, opposed her, but feeling herself called to
the work she gave to it all her energies of heart and soul.

When Miss Willard became President of the Women's Christian Temperance
Union in 1879, the yearly income of the Union was only twelve hundred
dollars. The movement was too new and too strange to command much
understanding or sympathy from the public; the work, so far, had been
done without system. Frances Willard at once began to put the machinery
in order: she organized bodies of workers and lecturers; she instituted
relief work and educative centers; and the numbers of these she
constantly increased.

Perhaps Miss Willard's greatest moral asset was the power of winning
followers. Many, many women rallied enthusiastically to her support and
helped her to carry out her plans. To zeal and intelligence she added
charming manners and eloquence. As a leader her ability was marvelous.
Love came to her from all sides because love went out from her to
everybody.

Her own love of the work was so great that for years she labored
without a salary, for the Union had hard struggles to live even after
Miss Willard undertook the leadership of it. But with or without
salary, never did she spare herself.

It is said that during the first two years of her work she delivered
on an average one speech a day on temperance and other reforms.
She visited every town in the United States of over ten thousand
inhabitants and most of those above five thousand.

The next step in Miss Willard's progress was a very great one; no less
a thing than the organization of a World's Women's Christian Temperance
Union! Yes, this courageous and enterprising woman actually planned to
carry her crusade against strong drink into every corner of the globe.
At the Columbian Exposition in Chicago in 1893 she was chosen Chairman
of the World's Temperance Convention.

Meanwhile, Lady Henry Somerset, a charming and brilliant Englishwoman
who had been working in her own country to secure the same reforms Miss
Willard was pushing forward in America, came to this country. It was
her first visit—made, she said, less to see America than to see Miss
Willard, and learn from her the principle upon which she had founded
the marvelous organization.

These two noble women became devoted friends, and when, in the autumn
of 1892, Lady Henry again came to America to attend a National
Convention at Denver, she persuaded Miss Willard to return with her
to England. Our great temperance leader had a fine reception from the
English people, and won all hearts by her gentleness and earnestness,
as well as by her remarkable gift of oratory.

Four years after this, the World's Women's Christian Temperance Union
held a Convention in London. Every country in the civilized world sent
delegates to this meeting, over which Miss Willard and Lady Somerset
presided. These indefatigable world-workers had secured a petition of
seven million names. It encircled the entire hall of the Convention,
and besides lay in large rolls on the platform. This petition asked
of all governments to have the sale of intoxicating liquors and of
opium restricted. But, in spite of the seven million signatures and an
enormous enthusiasm, the sale of liquors and drugs went on as before.
Yet something was accomplished: a great increase of sympathy in public
opinion.

In addition to all these activities Miss Willard was much engaged in
literary work. She acted as editor on various papers and magazines;
also she wrote several books, _Nineteen Beautiful Years_, _Glimpses of
Fifty Years_, _Woman and Temperance_, being the best known.

When the White Cross and White Shield movements for the promotion of
social purity were formed, Miss Willard, as leader, did a glorious
work. Under the white flag of the Women's Christian Temperance Union
with its famous motto, _For God, for Home and Native Land_, she brought
together, to work as sisters, the women of the South and the North.

Miss Willard was always dignified, earnest, and inspiring, but when
talking on the subject so dear to her heart she grew eloquent. As a
presiding officer, justice, tact, grace, and quick repartee made her
the ideal platform speaker, though, perhaps, courage may be called her
chief characteristic.

In later years, although suffering from ill health, she yet kept
cheerfully at work and actually presided over the Convention of 1897.
This, however, proved too great a strain, and on February 18, 1898, at
the Empire Hotel, New York City, she died. Her body died, but her soul
"goes marching on."




[Illustration: MARTHA WASHINGTON]


WOMEN IN PIONEER LIFE AND ON THE BATTLE-FIELD

 "If we wish to know the political and moral condition of a State, we
 must ask what rank women hold in it. Their influence embraces the
 whole of life."

  —_Aimé Martin_


The first foot that pressed Plymouth Rock was that of Mary Chilton, a
fair and delicate maiden, and there followed her eighteen women who
had accompanied their husbands on the Mayflower to the bleak, unknown
shore of Massachusetts. Truly the "spindle side" of the Puritan stock
deserves great admiration and respect.

These women came from a civilized land to a savage one; from homes of
plenty, where they had been carefully guarded and tended, to a place
where their lives could be only danger, toil and privation. Often they
were obliged to pound corn for their bread, and many were the times,
their husbands being away fighting the Indians, when they gathered
their children together, panic-stricken by the war whoops that rang out
from the wilderness near by. Little wonder that four of these eighteen
women died during the first winter, killed by cold, hunger, and mental
anguish!

The early European settlers of America, both men and women, were of
a truly heroic breed. It was spiritual as well as bodily courage
they displayed—suffering as they did for a religious principle. The
women often performed the duties of men, even planting the crops in
their husbands' absence, and frequently using firearms to guard their
children and their homes. Shoulder to shoulder with the men these women
worked, and from the struggle was evolved a new type—the woman of
1776, without whose assistance the Revolutionary War could scarcely
have succeeded.

One of these women, who might have lived in luxury, aloof from
scenes of suffering, had she so wished, stands out prominently. This
was Martha Washington, the wife of the Commander-in-Chief of the
Continental Army, who gathered the wives of the officers around her
at Valley Forge, during the severe winter of 1777-78, and with them
undertook the work of relieving the needs of the soldiers. Under
her leadership the women gave up their embroidery, spinnet playing,
and other light accomplishments, and knitted stockings and mittens,
of which hundreds of pairs were distributed. We may regard her as
the pioneer in a form of work which later developed into Sanitary
Commissions and the great organization of the Red Cross.

A different type of woman was Moll Pitcher. She showed her courage
in quite another way. She was the wife of John Hayes, a gunner. At
that time, a few married women, who found it easier to stand the
fearful strain of battle than to remain at home in suspense, waiting
for news of it, were allowed to accompany their husbands to the
battle-field,—not to fight—oh, no, but to wash, and mend, and cook
for the men. Moll was one of these.

During the Battle of Monmouth, _Moll o' the Pitcher_, as she was
called, because of the stone pitcher she used in carrying water to the
soldiers, was engaged in her usual work when she saw her husband fall
by the side of his gun. Running to him, she helped him to a place of
safety; then, at his request, she returned to his gun. The commander
was just about to have it taken from the field, but as Moll offered
her services, he allowed it to remain. She managed it so well that the
report of her prowess spread, even to the ears of General Washington.
The General called upon her to thank her, and the Continental Congress
gave her a sergeant's commission and half-pay for life. "Captain
Mollie," done with military service, took her wounded husband home and
nursed him, but he died of his wounds before the war closed.

[Illustration: MOLLY PITCHER]

Lydia Darrah, a Quakeress of Philadelphia, by her quick wit and courage
saved General Washington's army from capture at Whitemarsh after the
defeat at Germantown. During the winter of 1777 the British commander,
General Howe, had his headquarters in Second Street. Directly opposite
dwelt William and Lydia Darrah, strict Quakers whose religion debarred
them from taking sides in the war. Because of this, perhaps, the
British officers considered their home a safe place for private
meetings, a large, rear room in the house being frequently used for
conferences with the staff-officers.

One evening, the Adjutant General told Lydia that they would be there
until late, but that he wished the family to retire early, adding that,
when the conference was over he would call her to let them out and put
out the lights. Lydia obeyed, but could not sleep. Her intuition told
her that something of importance to Washington was being discussed. Try
as she might to be neutral, as a Quaker should, her sympathies were
with the great General.

At last she slipped from her bed, crept to the door of the
meeting-room, and listened at the keyhole. She heard an order read
for all British troops to march out on the evening of December fourth
to capture Washington's army, which was then encamped at Whitemarsh.
Frightened and excited, she returned to her room.

Not long after, the officer knocked at her door, but she pretended to
be asleep and did not answer. As the knocking continued, she finally
opened the door and sleepily returned the officer's good night. Then
she locked up the house and put out the lights, but spent the remainder
of the night in thinking over what she should do. Early next morning
she told her husband that their flour was all gone and she would have
to go to the mill at Franklin, five miles away, to get more.

She presented herself at the British headquarters bright and early,
asking permission to pass through the lines on a domestic errand.
Permission was granted, and she started for Franklin. She did not stop
there, however, but leaving her bag to be filled ready for her upon her
return, she continued walking until she reached the American outposts.
Asking that she might speak to an officer, she told what she had
heard, begging that she might not be betrayed. Then she hastened back
to the mill, secured her bag of flour and returned home as if nothing
had happened.

And so it came about that, when the British reached Whitemarsh, they
found the American Army, which they had planned to surprise, drawn up
in line awaiting battle. No battle took place; but the British returned
to Philadelphia, and there tried to find out who had betrayed their
plans. Lydia Darrah was called up and questioned. She said that the
members of her family were all in bed at eight o'clock on the night of
the conference.

"It is strange," said the officer; "I know that you were sound asleep,
for I had to knock several times to awaken you."

So the matter was dropped, and nobody knows to this day whether the
British ever learned the truth or not.

The story of Emily Geiger's bravery has been told in prose and poetry
many times. It became necessary for General Green to get reinforcements
from General Sumter. The latter was about fifty miles away, and the
country between them was overrun with British soldiers. When Emily
heard that General Green needed a messenger for the dangerous journey,
she immediately offered her services. Well she knew that discovery
would mean being hanged for a spy, but the risk did not appal her.
Rather unwillingly the General consented to her entreaties, and
entrusted the letter to her, telling her its contents in case it should
by any chance get lost. A woman, he said, _might_ run a chance of
getting past the British soldiers when a man would surely fail.

"I have a fleet horse," said Emily, "which I broke and trained myself;
I know the country and I am sure I can get through." She dashed away,
but was captured on the second day and imprisoned in a room of an old
farm-house.

As soon as she was alone, she tore the letter up, and chewed and
swallowed the pieces. This was done none too soon, for immediately
afterward, a woman entered and Emily had to submit to being searched.
Nothing of a suspicious nature being found upon her, the British
allowed her to go on. Before sundown Emily reached General Sumter's
camp and delivered the message. As a result, after a hard fought battle
at Eutaw Springs, the British were defeated by General Green. Emily
Geiger married happily and lived to a good old age. Long should she be
remembered for her courage and patriotism.

It is certain that at least one woman enlisted in the Continental
Army and fought as a soldier in the Revolutionary War. This woman
was Deborah Samson, the daughter of poor parents of Plymouth County,
Massachusetts. She was but twenty-two years of age when she left home,
adopted male attire, and enlisted under the name of Robert Shirtliffe.

A flaxen-haired girl was Deborah, with blue eyes and rosy cheeks; she
was not pretty, although as a man she might have passed for handsome.
Accustomed from childhood to do farm work, she had acquired the vigor
and strength that enabled her to perform the trying duties of military
life. Deborah saw something of real war. At White Plains she received
two bullet holes in her coat and one in her cap; at Yorktown she went
through a severe fight but came out unhurt. Once she was shot in the
thigh, but fear of discovery exceeded the pain of the wound, and she
refused to go to the hospital. Later she fell ill of brain fever, and
in the hospital her sex was discovered by the doctor. He did not betray
her, but as soon as her health permitted he had her removed to his own
house, where he gave her every care.

When her health was restored, the physician had a conference with the
Commander of the Regiment to which "Robert" belonged. Soon there
followed an order to the young man to carry a letter to Washington.
Our young soldier felt very uneasy, but a soldier must obey. In due
time, she appeared before General Washington. With great delicacy the
General said not a word to her regarding the letter she had brought,
but handed one, Robert Shirtliffe, a discharge from the army, and a
note containing a few words of advice, with sufficient money to pay her
expenses until she could find a home.

Deborah then resumed woman's attire and returned to her family. At
the close of the war she married Benjamin Gannet of Sharon. While
Washington was President, he invited Deborah to visit the capital. She
accepted, and during her stay there Congress passed a bill granting her
a pension for the services she had rendered the country.

It has been stated, and is doubtless true, that many women, disguised
as men, enlisted during the Civil War and served as soldiers. Others
followed the army as nurses, fighting when it became necessary. Many
of these women went because they could not bear the separation from
their husbands. A notable example of this class was Madame Turchin,
wife of the Colonel of the Nineteenth Illinois. She was the daughter
of a Russian officer and had always lived in foreign camps with her
father. During the War of the Rebellion, she accompanied her husband to
the battle-field and became a great favorite with the soldiers under
his command. To her the men went when they were ill or in any trouble,
knowing they would always meet with sympathy, and when necessary would
be given careful nursing.

Upon one occasion, when the regiment was actively engaged in Tennessee,
Col. Turchin fell ill, having to be carried for several days in an
ambulance. His wife took the most tender care of him, and also assumed
his place at the head of the regiment, even leading the troops into
action. Officers and men in the ranks alike obeyed her, for her courage
and skill equaled those of her husband. Without faltering she faced
the hottest fire. When her husband recovered and again took command,
she retired to the rear and resumed the work of nursing the sick and
wounded.

Like Madame Turchin, Mrs. Kady Brownell had been accustomed to camp
life, her father having been a soldier in the British Army. She married
an officer of the Fifth Rhode Island Infantry and accompanied him to
the front. She bore the regimental colors and marched with the men,
asking no favors and standing the brunt of battle fearlessly. A fine
shot was Mrs. Kady Brownell, also an expert in the use of the sword.
She was in General Burnside's expedition to Roanoke Island and Newburn.
There her husband was so seriously wounded that he was judged unfit
for further service and given his discharge. Mrs. Brownell asked for a
discharge likewise, and together they retired to private life.

Annie Etheridge of Michigan is said to have been with the Third
Michigan in every battle in which it was engaged. When the three years
of its service was over, she followed the re-enlisted veterans to the
Fifth Michigan. Through the entire four years of war, this fearless
woman never left the field, though often under the hottest fire. She
made herself beloved and respected by both officers and men.

Bridget Devins, known as "Michigan Bridget," because she went to the
front with the First Michigan Cavalry, in which her husband served as
private, was noted for her daring deeds and her good service. When the
troops were about to retreat, it was Michigan Bridget who rallied them.
When a soldier fell, she took his place, fighting bravely in his stead.
Often she carried the wounded from the field, risking her own life
in the performance of her duty. Michigan Bridget liked military life
so well that at the close of the war she and her husband joined the
regular army and were sent to a station on the western plains.

These women soldiers who served so bravely on the field of battle, we
must honor, yet we cannot regret that their numbers were small. The
nobler service of those countless women, who, with white faces and
breaking hearts, sent to the front their husbands, fathers and sons,
can never be properly estimated nor sufficiently honored.

These women toiled day and night, determined that the soldiers should
be well cared for and well fed; they organized relief work so that the
fighters might have comforts and good hospitals. These women as truly
enlisted for battle as did the others who went to the front.

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