seen.

I don't like to talk too glib about the judgments of Providence. The bad
boys don't always git drownded when they go fishin' Sundays--they often
git home with long strings of trout, and lick the good boys on their way
home from Sunday-school. Such is real life, too oft.

But I couldn't help sayin' to Josiah--

"Mebby if they had put onto that little monument she holds, 'The Rights
of Man and Woman'--mebby she wouldn't had her arm took off."

But anyway, judgment or not, anybody could see with one eye how
one-sided, and onhandy, and cramped, and maimed, and everything a
Republic is who has the use of only one of her arms. Them that run could
read the great lesson--

"Male and female created He them."

Both arms are needed to clasp round the old world, and hold it
firm--Justice on one side, Love on the other.

I felt sorry for the Republic--sorry as a dog.

But that wuz the first time I see her. The next time she had had her arm
put on.

I guess Uncle Sam done it. That old man is a-gittin' waked up, and
Eternal Right is a-hunchin' him in the sides.

She wuz a-holdin' that right arm up towards the Heavens; the fingers wuz
curved a little--they seemed to be begenin' to sunthin' up in the sky to
come down and bless the world.

Mebby it wuz Justice she wuz a-callin' on to come down and watch over
the rights of wimmen. Anyway, she looked as well agin with both arms on
her.

Amongst the wonders of beauty in the French exhibit we see that vase of
Gustave Dore's. That attracted crowds of admirers the hull time; it
stood up fifteen feet high, and every inch of it wuz beautiful enough
for the very finest handkerchief pin!

There wuz hundreds of figgers from the animal and vegetable kingdom, and
Mythology--cupids, nymphs, birds, and butterflies disportin' themselves
in the most graceful way, and such beautiful female figgers!--Venuses as
beautiful as dreams, and over all, and through all, wuz a-trailin' the
rich clusters of the vine.

The figgers seemed at first sight to kind o' encourage wine-makin' and
wine-drinkin'. But look clost, and you'd see on one side, workin' his
stiddy way up through the fairy landscape, up through the gay
revellers, a venemous serpent wuz a-creepin'.

He wuz bound to be there, and Venus or Nymph, or any of 'em that touched
that foamin' wine, had to be stung by his deadly venoms. Mr. Dore made
that plain.

Wall, we tried to the best of our ability to not slight a single
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