“I’d rather fail in Bohemia, than win in another land.
Its honors not garnered by thrift or trade,
But for beauty and truth men’s souls have made.”
When she made herself known to him, his first question was, “Have you found your own people?”
“A few,” she answered, “a faithful few; but the search goes on forever.”
In a little while he went away—went into the silence.
Still another picture of the past came and blended with the present.
In the parlors of a friend one evening, Mrs. Doring met a number of the most eminent women from all parts of the country, who work for the political liberty of their sex. There had been a convention in Washington, and many of the delegates were “doing” New York before returning home.
A lady from what then was a territory, but is now a state, charmingly told some of her experiences in laboring with members of her legislature. She mentioned name after name, relating various incidents, some humorous, and some exciting compassion on account of their revelation of the depths of ignorance in certain legislative minds.
“After several encounters with darkened minds of the class I have just mentioned,” said the speaker, “it was a pleasure to have a chat with Representative Kendall. We knew well where he stood, for throughout his career, as editor and lawmaker, he has distinguished himself as the staunch friend of every movement that promised to help women win a greater freedom and therefore gain a greater usefulness.