But the thing that impressed me the most in the hull buildin', and I thought on't all the time I wuz there, and thought on't goin' home, and waked up and thought on't—
It wuz a statute of woman named Justice—a female big as life, made of solid silver from her head to her heels, and a-standin' on a gold world—
Jest as they do in the streets of the New Jerusalem. Oh, my heart, think on't!
Yes, it tickled me to a extraordinary degree, for sech a thing must mean sunthin'! The world borne on the outspread wings of an eagle is under her feet, and under that is a foundation of solid gold.
First, the riches of the earth to the bottom; then the eagle Ambition, and wavin' wings of power and conquest, carryin' the hull round world, and then, above 'em all, Woman.
Yes, Justice in the form of woman stood jest where she ort to stand—right on top of the world.
Justice and Woman has too long been crumpled down, and trod on. But she has got on top now, and I believe will stay there for some time.
She holds a septer in her right hand, and in her left a pair of scales.
She holds her scales evenly balanced—that is jest as it ort to be; they have always tipped up on the side of man (which has been the side of Might).