d his business, paid off his debts, and has
made a fortune and built the largest china warehouse in the
world. (Mrs. Mott here corrected Lucy. Mrs. Tyndale has not the
largest china warehouse, but the largest assortment of china in
the world). Mrs. Tyndale, herself, drew the plan of her
warehouse, and it is the best plan ever drawn. A laborer to whom
the architect showed it, said: "Don't she know e'en as much as
some men?" I have seen a woman at manual labor turning out
chair-legs in a cabinet-shop, with a dress short enough not to
drag in the shavings. I wish other women would imitate her in
this. It made her hands harder and broader, it is true, but I
think a hand with a dollar and a quarter a day in it, better than
one with a crossed ninepence. The men in the shop didn't use
tobacco, nor swear--they can't do those things where there are
women, and we owe it to our brothers to go wherever they work to
keep them decent. The widening of woman's sphere is to improve
her lot. Let us do it, and if the world scoff, let it scoff--if
it sneer, let it sneer--but we will go on emulating the example
of the sisters Grimke and Abby Kelly. When they first lectured
against slavery they were not listened to as respectfully as you
listen to us. So the first female physician meets many
difficulties, but to the next the path will be made easy.

Lucretia Mott has been a preacher for years; her right to do so
is not questioned among Friends. But when Antoinette Brown felt
that she was commanded to preach, and to arrest the progress of
thousands that were on the road to hell; why, when she applied
for ordination they acted as though they had rather the whole
world should go to hell, than that Antoinette Brown should be
allowed to tell them how to keep out of it. She is now ordained
over a parish in the State of New York, but when she meets on the
Temperance platform the Rev. John Chambers, or your own Gen.
Carey (applause) they greet her with hisses. Theodore Parker
said: "The acorn that the school-boy carries in his pocket and
the squirrel stows in his cheek, has in it the possibility of an
oak, able to withstand, for ages, the cold winter and the driving
blast." I have seen the acorn men and women, but never the
perfect oak; all are but abortions. The young mot